When we arrived, we had at least thirty kids behind us. half of them trying to figure out what happened, and the other half admiring Charlie.
I was sobbing. Hard. Thomas pushed through the crowd as Charlie laid me on the leather bed.
“OH MY GOD !” Thomas yelled, “ARE YOU OKAY ?” He kneeled down to examine my hands. When he was done, he looked up at Charlie. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” He yelled. He made a fist and stood up. He went for the punch, but Charlie caught his wrist.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said, “Just look what happened to your little girlfriend.” Charlie chuckled and dropped Thomas’s arm.
Thomas glared at him before kneeling back down to my level.
“Are you gonna be alright?” He inquired, his concern undeniable.
“I think,” I managed to get out between my slowly fading cries. Before I could figure out what was Charlie was saying to Amanda, everything went black.