Amelia ignored the driver's horrified glance at her torn clothes and open wounds that were still bleeding and looked out of the window, deep in thought.
"I will pay extra for the cleaning. Please bear with it till then," She whispered ever so silently.
The driver wanted to correct Amelia and tell her that wasn't what he was worried about, but after seeing her close her eyes, he kept himself from speaking and disturbing her rest. She probably needed it.
Amelia took a deep breath, gritting her teeth as the cold wind against her bloodied skin felt like a coat of salt rubbing on her wounds. She held her side tightly, the wound on her left arm being the deepest of all.
Her legs trembled from the fight, her heart still wary and anxious. What happened today had nearly turned into a nightmare for her, probably something that could've taken her life.
She barely escaped.
