Charlotte’s POV
Kieran and I rushed over. He was faster, bolting across the field with a speed I knew he possessed but hadn’t seen before.
The boy in question was the same one who had locked William and I in the shed. He was sitting on the ground, screaming as he rocked back and forth. His arm was clearly broken, bone and blood poking out from the torn flesh.
“What happened?” I asked, skidding to a halt in front of the scene. The other kids were crying and screaming now. One kid had thrown up in the grass. Nora was watching the whole thing with a thousand yard stare.
William’s face was pale. “He stuck his hands out when he fell. Went down hard and snapped the bone.” He dropped to his knees and tried to reach for the kid.
“NO!” the kid screamed, piercing my ears with the pitch. “Get aw
