I looked at my sister. “I love you, Libby.” I kissed her on the forehead. “Where is he?” I asked Luke.
Libby began crying as she turned to Luke and put her hands on his chest. “Please. Please don’t do this, Luke. I know you’re angry, but please don’t go. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt.” She turned to look at Colt and me. “Or any of you getting hurt. Don’t do this.”
Lauren walked up and said, “I disagree. Go teach that asshole a lesson.”
“No! Oh my God, Lauren!” Libby stepped in front of me. “Don’t. Do. This. I understand you’re angry, Will. I am, too. Let the police take care of it. What would Dad tell you to do, Will?”
I looked at Luke and then Colt. They both nodded their heads.
“I’m coming with you,” Grace said in a weak voice from behind me.
“No…” Libby whispered.
“Let’s go,” I said.
Luke and Colt turned and started to head out of the emergency room.
“Will! Luke! Colt! Please don’t do this!” Libby shouted.
I closed my eyes quickly to blink away my tears. When I opened them, I knew what I had to do.
We walked into the house, and Grace immediately pointed to Blake.
Most everyone was gone, and Blake was sitting down, talking to two guys. I recognized him the minute I saw him. I started to head over to him.
Grace stepped in front of me. “Will, Alex is going to need you when she wakes up. I’m not sure how much she’ll remember, but she’ll need you. You won’t be able to be there for her if you’re in jail. I told the police everything I knew, and I’m sure they will be here any minute to arrest Blake.”
“She’s right, Will. Let Colt and me take care of this ass before the police get here,” Luke said.
I shook my head. “No, he hurt Lex, and now, he’s going to hurt.”
I walked up to Blake and stopped right in front of him.
He jumped up. “Will? What are you—”
“How far did you get?” I asked.
Blake looked at me. “What? Is Alex awake?”
I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his face close to mine. “What the fuck did you do to her? I’ll fucking kill you if you touched her.”
Blake pushed me, and I stumbled back, but Colt grabbed me. The way Blake was smiling at me turned my stomach.
“What’s wrong? Your girlfriend doesn’t remember how fucking turned-on she was for me? Her pussy sure was wet enough when I slipped my fingers inside her.”
The flood of anger moved through my body like I’d never felt before. One of the guys standing nearby called Blake an asshole. I took two steps toward Blake and pulled my fist back. Blake was saying something to the guy, and when he turned around, he didn’t see my fist coming straight to his face. The moment I made contact, he fell backward and hit the chair.
I started for him when I felt someone grab my arms. “Let me go!” I shouted.
“Dude, the cops just got here. I want to hurt him as much as you do, but calm the hell down,” Luke said.
Colt walked up to Blake and kicked him in the side as hard as he could. “That’s for my sister, you motherfucker!”
Some guy walked up to Colt and said something to him as he backed Colt away.
Lying on the floor, Blake moaned like the pussy he was. I wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him. When the cops walked up, they asked for Blake Turner, and one of his friends bent down and helped him up.
“Who hit him?” the cop asked as he looked around.