A Witch
Chapter 35
Sansa's Pov
"Hey! "Come back here, you bi***." A cruel 40-year-old man with a terrifying small eye chased 14-year-old me down the street.
I ran into the crowd to blend in, pushing people away to make my path clearer, but he couldn't take his eyes off me. The fat man was slower but tenacious in his pursuit of me.
"Thief!! Capture her! She's a thief!" The man screamed and alerted others to make his capture easier.
My ripped old gown, dried lips, frail body, messed-up hair, and dirt on my face did not warm his heart, but the half-piece of bread was more important to him than my hunger, which drove me to steal. I held it tightly in my hand but had no time to eat because the shopkeeper chased me to the end of the street.
When the path was blocked, I came to a halt in the narrow street. Breathing heavily, I didn't want to throw away the half-bread that my stomach had been begging for days.