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Chapter 270 A Rash Defense
In no time at all, Charlie’s face was sporting a new set of colorful bruises.
Charlie was not about to just roll over. After taking that hit, he threw one right back at Idris
with equal force. In a heartbeat, the two guys were locked in a full–on scrap. Neither was
known for pulling punches, but it looked like they were both out for blood, going at it
violently. I stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before spinning around to Officer
Jackson with a look of sheer panic. “Officer Jackson, you’ve got to do something to break it
up!”
Officer Jackson just watched the two go at it, not saying a word. Instead, he gestured to a
chair that had been pulled out and said, “Ms. Scott, have a seat.”
He even offered me a cup of water, which I barely noticed as I was too busy staring at the
two men, now both looking pretty roughed up.
“Don’t worry, we’re at the police station. They’ll be fine,” Officer Jackson finally spoke up.
Mr. Young knows what he’s doing.”
My worry was evident. Watching them go back and forth, it was clear Idris was getting the
better of Charlie, who was visibly struggling. His face was swelling up where Idris had hit
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthim, and then there was his leg…
It hit me all at once that Charlie was still recovering from a recent car accident. As I saw
Idris’s foot swing towards Charlie’s leg, I did not think twice. I ran forward, yelling at the
top of my lungs, “Stop… Ouch!”
It was pure reflex, the yelling and the blocking.
The second the pain hit, I realized I had done something incredibly dumb. Idris’s foot was
meant for Charlie’s shin, but it found my waist instead. I had darted out so fast, he could
not pull back in time. Just like that, I was on the ground, no harm intended. The ache
wrapped around my middle, stealing my breath. Before I knew it, tears were streaming
down my face.
“Yvette!”
“Ms. Scott!‘
Idris called out first, followed by Charlie.
Idris was by my side in a flash, cradling me close. His hands fluttered around, wanting to
check for injuries but not sure where to start.
“We need to get you to a hospital,” he said, scooping me up in his arms.
I pushed against him gently, the pain subsiding a little. “I’m fine,” I assured him.
Charlie had caught up by then, pressing gently on my waist. I could not help but wince,
and he shot Idris a look so cold it could freeze fire, his voice laced with fury. “Idris, how
could you hurt her?”
Idris was silent, his face a storm of anger and regret. He held his tongue, however.
When Charlie reached out to take me, Idris dodged him, his voice a low growl. “Back off.”
Charlie was not having any of it. “You hurt her, and you think you can still touch her?” he
snapped.
Talk about a low blow.
I knew Idris had not meant it, and as the pain eased off a bit more, I found the strength to
say, looking at them both, “Guys, really, I’m okay.”
Trying to get up from Idris’s arms, I found him reluctant to let go. I met his gaze, firm yet
gentle. “I’m fine, you can let go now.”
Before Idris could say a word, Charlie quickly grabbed me from Idris’s arms. He yanked me
up so fast that I accidentally pulled at the sore spot on my waist where I had been kicked,
and I could not help but gasp from the sharp pain.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCharlie’s face went ghostly white. “Did I hurt you?”
The way this guy talked…
I shook my head, pushing down the pain, and said, “I’m okay. Thanks for coming to get
me. You guys should head home, I’m heading out too.”
After that, I tried to walk off the pain as I headed for the police station exit. Worried that
they might start up again, I glanced back and could not resist saying, “Knock it off with the
fighting, it’s embarrassing.”
Both guys were looking at me, and they had this guilty–kid look that almost made me
laugh. Laughing, however, was the last thing I could do with my waist screaming in pain!
Turns out I had underestimated them. They were right behind me in no time.
Not wanting them to fuss over me, I did not ask for help, and it was a good thing Marcus
showed up when he did. Seeing me hobble, he had no clue what had happened and
thought I had been roughed up at the station. He was all set to demand justice for me.
I was in too much pain to muster much energy, yet I managed to explain things to him.
When Marcus found out it was Idris who had kicked me, he looked shocked and confused.
He refrained from wasting time asking questions. After shooting the two troublemakers a
look that was more upset than angry, he helped me into his car and we made a beeline for
the hospital.
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