WARNING: Back when it was cool a few years ago, I would switch Point Of Views constantly. Well now that I'm older, I've decided that I won't do that, that often. Every once in a while I will go to Drake's POV, but be sure to follow the point of view it's in.
Amanda's POV.
I held Lydia up with all of my strength, forcing her to move across the wooden floor. Her eyes were bloodshot red, the humungous blood stain on her shirt was sickening, and I couldn't help but notice her expression that looked as if she would never smile again. I tipped my head, while leading her tiny legs across the back of the store, and out to the place where she almost got killed. I winced at the thought of that guy harrasing her, hearing only moaning and whispers of screaming. I remembered his pants slipping from his incredibly unattractive legs and only the ground. Tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, looking around for anyone to help. I breathed heavily, wishing that I could help her forget those horrible memories that'll scar her for life.
I couldn't help but think that if I hadn't stopped Michael from walking so fast, that never would've happened to her. Maybe we would've even got there before the guy came in, or we could've stopped it when it was JUST happening. It may sound weird that I'm feeling guilty for a girl that I don't know, but believe me, if you were there, you would've felt the exact same way. I took another deep breath, trying to calm my nerves down and convince myself that 'what's done is done.' It wasn't working, as you can tell.
I looked back at her face, only to see her gorgeous blue eyes looking smoothly into mine.
"Are you alright?" She asked, sounding a bit amused at my expression.
I laughed. "Am I alright? What about you? I feel so horrible that this happened to you."
Her frown turned into a small smile. "You saved me, Amanda. You shouldn't feel any guilt at all."
"Yeah, but-"
"BUT nothing. You got him off of me and didn't leave me when I needed someone the most. Thats all I could've asked for."
"Yeah, but-"
"Ah, what did I say?!" She shouted, not caring that she interrupted twice.
I took a deep breath, indicating that I wouldn't say a word. She nodded back, her eyes frozen to what was ahead of us. I turned my head to see what she was staring at, only to find Mrs. Flunning. She was staring at us like we were the most disgusting thing she's ever layed her eyes on. Lydia jerked her head away from her as hard as she could, avoiding Mrs. Flunning completely.
My eyebrows narrowed at Lydia's face.
"Walk." Lydia demanded, frusturated.
Walk? I glanced back at Mrs. Flunning, trying to remember what she had to do with the situation. Suddenly, I remembered that Mrs. Flunning stayed in her same position, just as she had when Michael and I came in.
My cheeks flushed with anger. "Mrs. Flunning, are you well aware of Lydia's situation?"
Mrs. Flunning gasped, as if no one has ever talked to her that way. "Uh, yeah, what about it?"
"Hm...Well, we'll find out, won't we?" I glared, purposely peircing my eyes into hers.
Lydia looked at me, completely confused, as I pushed past Mrs. Flunning. I can not believe Mrs. Flunning didn't do anything about it, I don't know why I didn't think of it before!!! My blood completely rushed to my head, causing my anger to rise over the normal scale. Furious, my legs came to a full stop, looking for Michael and whoever the other guy was. Michael always knew how to cheer me up and calm me down, maybe he'll make Lydia lighten up too.
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