He pulled away slightly. Placing his hands on the side of my face. Looking me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt. He ran his thumb across my cheek. I winced at the pain where he had touched. Where just mere moments ago Fey had slapped me. Wiping away the tears I didn’t even notice were falling.
“Who did this?”
It almost seemed childish to blame it on her when the manager was the one who did the most damage.
“Are you okay?”
A lump in my throat kept me from answering.
“Of course you’re not. You must’ve been so scared,” he pulled me into his chest.
The tears were falling uncontrollably now as I wept into his shirt. We sat on the ground for a while before Quinton had returned. Holding a very expensive looking outfit.
“What the hell, Sterling?”
I could feel Sterlings anger rise inside
