#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!... how can my worest nightmare be alive i made a promise never to let no male use me has a punching bag i took boxing an karate class. He rush me ,let him come to me pook in the eye he...