Wendy stood up and looked at the rock in her hand, blood dripped down its side, she looked at Mr.Patterson, his skull punched in. XXNX Pretty young girl like you, must have a home and nice parents” wendy nodded and said “I cant go home. …because…because…” the man patted her shoulder, she cringed but then relaxed at his touch “because of what?”
Wendy began to tell the man, through tears and sniffles about the mexicans, about each one as they raped her, about Mr.Patterson and Matt and the other boys, about how she had hurt them and now she had no choice but to leave. He had rolled into a tall oak tree, he lay unconscious as his son in the truck, though blood poured from his left and his right hand looked horribly twisted.
