Ashley's pov
We've been sitting on top of a desk for approximately five minutes. My eyes stayed glued on the clock as every second ticked by. It was nerve-racking having to wait for the cops to arrive.
My hands were folded under my breast,acting as a protective barrier for what was about to happen. I knew I had to eventually explain what transpired here. But it didn't make it easier. In fact I felt revolted just thinking about speaking about it.
The security had been wiping a wet rag over the boy's face. He had finally regained his consciousness and had started to curse softly when the man pressed the rag on his cheek.
Blake had been silent but I could sense the anger that still radiated off of him in waves. I knew he was upset and by the way he glared at my attempted r****t I knew
