Chapter 27
“Is he dead?” I choked out, staring at the unconscious boy. I couldn’t look at Blake as yet, too afraid to see the murderous look in his eyes.
“I F*cking hope so.” He answers without an ounce of remorse. I involuntarily shiver at his voice, so cold, so void of emotion. It felt like I was talking to ice.
“You don’t mean that Blake.” I said shakily and reach out to touch the guy’s neck in search of his pulse.
“With what he was about to do to you, yes I F*cking hope he’s dying.” He hisses beside me.
Feeling a slight pulse under my finger has me breathing out a sigh of relief. Thank God he isn’t dead. “We need to call an ambula-“
“F*ck no, let him rot here.” Blake snaps, stands up and backs away a bit.
My eyes widen at the heated anger detected in his voice. I stand up and turn to him, glaring into his blue orbs. “We can’t leave him here Blake! He probably has a concussion or something worse.” I hissed.
He grinds his teeth in fury. “I don’t F*cking care-“
“You should care because you could end up in jail!” I cut him off trying to make him see my point of view.
“The only one I see that’ll end up in jail is this bastard who might I remind you tried to rape you! Now you want to play F*cking hero to him. You stupidly let yourself fall victim to this bullshit. ” He grits out. His blue eyes ablaze with fury.
His words hurt more than it should. It reminded me of what transpired a couple of minutes ago
before he came to my rescue. He was right, I shouldn’t even feel an ounce of remorse for the guy.
But hearing the tone of his voice and the way he blamed me for the encounter with the guy has my blood boiling with outrage.
“Why are you even here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Stacy somewhere other than here? I didn’t ask you to come to my rescue Blake, I could’ve handled it on my own.” I spat in anger.
He raises a mocking brow then throws his head back and lets out a humorless laugh. “Yeah you looked like you were handling it alright. The guy
had his Fcking hand in between your thighs Ley! In between your thighs where I’m the only Fcking one who can. Yeah so you did look like you had the situation under control.”
His eyes burn through mine, both of us blazing in anger. “Don’t act like you care now, you avoided me like the plague the entire day.” I hissed and brush a shaky hand over my dress.
It would’ve been easy for the guy to do whatever he pleased with me. I shivered in fear and disgust just by thinking about it.
“You’re such a Fcking hypocrite. I tried talking to you yesterday but you didn’t seem the bit interested in conversing. Even after I was this close to Fcking you in that bathroom you made it clear you didn’t want anything more. I thought you needed space Ley, sorry I can’t F*cking read minds!” He says furiously and takes a step towards me.
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