Chaper One

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face.

"Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do.

"Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake.

"Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.