Cheryl's POV:
Present day...
Eric walked past us and casually draped a towel over his arm, covering both the wounds on his skin and my curious gaze.
After the competition, Chuck got a call and left for home first. I had been so tense watching the competition that I'd drunk a lot of water, so I figured I'd hit the restroom before heading home.
The restrooms in the swimming hall were a bit tucked away. As I was typing out a reply on my phone, I got to the door and was blocked by someone.
It was one of Zoe's lackeys. She crossed her arms and sneered, "Hey, Zoe! Here comes another one!"
I turned to walk away, but she grabbed the collar of my shirt. Just then, a high-pitched scream pierced through the air from inside the bathroom.
Before I knew it, I was shoved into the restroom, and wha
