Before Ryder could utter any more nonsense from that stupid mouth of his, I turned to face Chase. “Why don’t we dance together, instead?”
Chase looked down at his legs and then looked at me. My heart broke. Yes, the madman infuriated me. He made me angry and made me rethink almost everything on the planet when he made me mad, but when I saw him like this in times such as this one, I couldn't help but feel something akin to pain spread in my heart.
“Mr. Chase Williams, would you dance with me?” I asked again.
And when he failed to answer for the second time, I took it as my cue and rolled his wheelchair from the others before Ryder got a chance to say anything else.
“Eleanor, what are you doing?” Chase whispered; his voice labored.
“Isn’t it obvious? I'm dancing with you.”
“Eleanor,
