Jolene in Danger

Jolene curled her lips in mild disappointment. It was then that the first man who had been complaining latched his gaze on Jolene, sizing her up from top to bottom. That made her sick to her stomach. The man clucked his tongue and said, "D*mn, just when I'm stressed out with nowhere to release—this chick does have a decent figure, but too bad, she has a face only a momma can love." The other men also shifted their gaze toward Jolene, who was in disarray. Yet her beauty couldn’t be overshadowed. If there ever was an angel, she would look like her—to be precise, she would look like one-half of her face. From eyebrow to mouth, every single feature was delicate. Unfortunately, a hideous, ferocious scar marred the other half of her face. The scar was extremely ghastly, completely destroying the aestheticism of the perfect half of her face. It was far more than ugly—it looked like a demon that had crawled out from hell. The group of men averted their gaze, mockery and ridicule evident in the