Page 128 of Connectio
I manage a small laugh. “I learned from the best.”
Will helps me to my feet just as Carly runs toward us, phone in hand.
“The police are on their way.” She takes one look at me and says, “Shit!” before bringing her phone to her ear again and asking for an ambulance.
The guy grumbles and tries to stand, his arms and legs like noodles.
“Stay the fuck down or I’ll kill you,” Will seethes.
I touch his chest and gesture toward Evan, fearing he’s seen, and possibly experienced, enough violence already.
Ms Hunter gets out of the car, walks over to her boyfriend, and kicks him in the gut. “You crazy arsehole! I hate you!” She kicks him again. “I hate you! I hate you!”
All I can hear and see is Evan crying, and it breaks my heart. No child should ever be subjected to this. “Will.” I gesture toward Evan.
Will pulls Ms Hunter away from her boyfriend then opens the car door, kneels down, and tells Evan it’s okay and that he’s safe.
Evan pushes past him and rushes to my side. “Ms Hanson,” he cries.
His little arms wrap around me, and no matter the pain tearing through every inch of my body, I know he’s safe.
It’s all that matters.
My sweet boy is safe.
