Ashley's pov
"Is he dead?" I choked out, staring at the unconcious boy. I couldn't look at Blake as yet, too afraid to see the murderous look in his eyes.
"I f*****g hope so." He answers without an ounce of remorse. I involuntarily shiver at his voice, so cold, so void of emotion. It felt like I was talking to ice.
"You don't mean that Blake." I said shakily and reach out to touch the guy's neck in search of his pulse.
"With what he was about to do to you, yes I f*****g hope he's dying." He hisses beside me.
Feeling a slight pulse under my finger has me breathing out a sigh of relief. Thank God he isn't dead. "We need to call an ambula-"
"f**k no, let him rot here." Blake snaps, stands up and backs away a bit.
My eyes widen at the heated anger detected in his voice. I stand up and
