/Mike’s pov/
“What? "Can you tell me where she is?" "Can you tell me where she is?" Because I was desperate, I inquired.
His face was the only thing I could see when he smacked her in the face, and I couldn't tell whether she was hurt or not. s**t! Almost as soon as he let go of my hand, I looked around for her. Lie on her side, curled into a ball, her eyes squeezed shut, her jaw clenched, and her entire face was a picture of agony, she looked like she was about to pass out. I was sick to my stomach as I dashed to her side, bending over her in a hurry. "Angel?" I asked as I bent over and stroked her red cheek, which had been slapped by him. "I whispered," I said as I bent over and stroked her red cheek.
As she struggled to get to her feet, she could be heard making a strangled gasping
