In a blink of an eye, Fred was lying on the ground rolling in pain.
My jaw dropped open at his sudden action.
“Say that again and you’re dead!!” Liam shouted at him while two of the guys were struggling to hold him back.
Fred slowly got on his feet and looked at me.
I took a step back unwillingly.
He grabbed my arm and slammed me to the wall, next to Liam.
I groaned in pain and fell down.
They started beating Liam again, this time, harder with no hesitation.
I wanted to help him but I couldn’t.
Two arms yanked me up to my feet and shoved me against the wall.
I shrieked.
“You need to learn to mind your own business, sweet cheeks.” Fred said and slapped me, my face hitting the wall.
He then grabbed my jaw in his hands tightly and slapped me again.
It was so painful that my eyes got wet.
“When guys fight, you don’t interrupt them…” he said and backhanded me.
This time, I tasted some blood in my mouth.
I tried to punch him, kick him, anything that I could do to possibly get him away from me but I failed.
He caught my wrist halfway to his fucking face and smirked at me.
“Oh you poor little…” before he could finish his sentence, someone pushed him away from me.
“What the fuck you think you’re doing, Fred?”
It was Harry’s voice.
He was frowning at him…
Fred’s lips started to shake in fear.
Harry delivered a kick in his stomach and punched him in the face, hard, that caused him to fell on the ground.
Harry gave him another hard kick that made Fred let out an animalistic groan and then turned to look at me.
“You okay?” he said and stepped closer and caressed my cheek, where Fred has slapped before.
I yanked away his hand and looked to my side and saw Liam is beating one of the guys while an unfamiliar figure was beating another two of them.
“Is… is he okay?” I asked Harry, my eyes on Liam.
Fred smirked and cursed.
“You’re asking if HE’s okay?! You have no idea who he is, do you?” he said while holding his stomach.
Harry spit on the ground and kicked Fred’s face.
“Shut the fuck up, Fred!!” he snorted.
My eyes widened.
My heart was beating fast and my legs were shaking.
Who are these people?!
Liam wiped the blood off his face and looked at me with narrowing eyes.
His eyes were shining in the moonlight.
Somehow I thought that I was the next that he wanted to beat to the ground.
“I… I …” I stuttered and stepped back.
All three of them were watching me.
I turned around and started to run out of the alley as fast as I could.
My eyes were bursting with tears.
I was frightened and in pain.
Suddenly I tripped on something and fell down.
I stood up immediately and limped to the limo.
I could feel people’s eyes on me but I didn’t care.
I finally reached to the limo and hopped in.
“Go…GO!!!” I cried.
My jeans and my jacket had gotten ripped and blood was running down my knees and my hands.
I had never seen this much blood on me in my life so far.
The chauffer took a look at me from the mirror and his eyes widened.
He turned around to look at me but I closed the curtain.
“Miss Colton, Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah just go … I gotta be home for dinner.” I said as firmly as I could.
He stood silent.
I cursed.
“You don’t wanna piss Viola off, do you?” I said.
“No… no of course not.” He said and I felt the limo started to move.
I sighed in relief and tilted my head back, looking at my hands.
They were dirty and bloody.
I took out my mirror and looked at my face.
Holy shit!!!
My cheeks were red and my nose was bleeding.
What the hell I was supposed to do?!
I couldn’t enter the house like this!!!
Margaret would probably faint, George would probably call my dad and freak him out and Viola would… well… I didn’t know what her reaction would be…
I wiped the blood off my face with a tissue and then shoved it in my bag.
Okay now… what about my jeans?!
And my scratched hands?!
I needed new cloth and I couldn’t go shopping with all these blood on my hands and knees.
“Take me to Nicole’s house.” I ordered.
“Yes ma’am.” he said.
I took out my phone and dialed Nic's number.
“Hello?”
“Hey Nic I’m coming to your house.” I said and hung up.
After about ten minutes, I got off the limo and limped to Nic's house.
I was thankful that no one could see how fucked up I looked as it was night and dark.
My knees were killing me.
I knocked on the door.
“Coming…”
It was Nic.
She opened the door with a cheerful smile on her face that faded away as she saw me.
“Wha.. what… what happened to you?!” she almost screamed.
“Just gimme a pair of jeans and a shirt.” I said and stepped in.
I lifted my head up and saw that three pairs of eyes are staring at me.

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