16 Found Her 1 (2/2)
”Damn it” she thought to herself.
”Where do you think you are going to with those?” The masculine voice said.
”Okay he is just one guy, you can take him on and run for your life” she whispered to herself.
”What did you say? I didn't get that” the voice asked her another question.
”Okay Isabel, on the count of three, you punch this dimwit and run. One, two... ”
”Okay since you don't want to speak loud, I'll just... ” as he tries turning her around.
”Three” she turns around and instantly lands a punch to his face and he falls down. About to run, she sees a sight that stuns her.
”Oh boy... ”.
She looks in front of her and what she sees shocked her. There right in front of her were some teenagers, five boys and two girls. All looking at her with some weapons in their hands.
”The nerve” the red haired girl by her left said looking at her with distain.
”First you have the guts to steal from us and hit one of us”
”She really wants to regret it I tell you”.
One by one they spoke to her.
”Wait” the other kept quiet when one of the guys spoke. He had a blonde hair, with a sword on his belt, he seemed not too muscular, a symmetric face and the way his hair fell loosely in his face made him look handsome. He seemed to be the leader of their group.
”What's with this wierd outfit?” He asked but they all burst into a round of laughter.
”I'm asking you a question thief” he said rather impatiently.
Isabel didn't reply, she just kept on staring at them.
”Or are you mute?” He asked again.
”I'm not a thief”.
”Oh she speaks” they all laugh again.
”What's so funny about that?”.
”You have the nerve asking questions. I do the asking here. Understood?”.
”Well if you can ask, why can't I?” Isabel said defiantly.
”Ohhh stubborn I see. Okay, if you are not a thief, then what are you doing with those?”.
”Borrowing it”.
”And who did you tell?”
”You weren't home”.
”What a liar. You are a liar and a thief bitch” the second girl with a brown hair spoke up. She had a sexy figure, one that most guys would die for, with her long brown hair reaching her waist. She wore a trouser and a gray top with an iron in her hand.
”.... ” Isabel sighed looking at the girl.