Chapter Eight
“Newman, wake up," Grizz shouted at the prone man, still laying on the cold concrete ground.
Patty stood over the two of them, not willing to stoop down to Newman’s level. None of this was her fault. He was the thief. He’d stolen her first kiss. If her mother hadn’t raised her right, she’d have left him there in his own drivel.
No. She wouldn’t have. She’d have punched him first and then called an ambulance. She wasn’t sure if they should call one now?
The swelling on his lips had gone down. He was breathing normally instead of wheezing for breath. But his eyes remained closed.
Patty tried to muster concern for his well-being. But she was having a difficult time at it. He still had his life, he was lucky for that. He'd stolen something precious from her.
She'd been savi
