Chapter 32

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~Your POV~

Vincent's eyes widened.

"Get away from him!" You yelled, then grabbed the man by his shoulders and pulled him off of Vincent.

The man scowled and turned on you, grabbing you by your shirt collar and jerking you closer to him.

"Stay out of my way, little girl. This doesn't concern you." He spat, giving you a toothy smile.

You scowled and threw a fist at his jaw. It collided with his mouth and sent him stumbling backwards, dropping you. He groaned in pain and looked up at you. You just crossed your arms and smiled in satisfaction.

"Alison, take care of her for me while I deal with this idiot." He growled, then turned around to face Vincent again.

Your eyes widened and you looked at Ali.

Her gaze met yours, and she just smiled gingerly.

"I'm sorry, but incase you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not helping you anymore." She said, not taking her gaze off of you.

The man turned and looked at her. His jaw hung open for a moment before he snarled, "Ali, I swear, when this is over you're going to regret that, you little brat!"

"Not if I make you regret something first." Ali muttered, then pulled a knife from her pocket and turned to face the man, grinning.

His eyes widened, but before he could reply she'd drove the knife into his shoulder. He shoved her off of him and she hit the floor, eyes wide. The knife slipped from her hand and hit the floor beside her.

"Now that she's out of the way..." He growled, leaning down and picking up the knife.

"...I ought to end this."

He whipped around and lashed out at Vincent. You gasped at the knife managed to cut Vincent's stomach and he stumbled backwards.

Vincent looked up at him, and then ran at him. He grabbed the hand the man had the knife in and tried to pry it away from him as the man struggled to push him away.

Eventually the man brought the knife down on Vincent's wrist, digging it deep and leaving a gash. Vincent scowled and suddenly overpowered the man, pushing him down.

You looked up at the sudden sound of sirens, gasping.

You looked over at Scott, who shut his cellphone off, staring back at you with sympathy.

He'd called the cops. It was over.

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