Fallen Crest Public (Fallen Crest High #3)(55)

Please not them, I prayed again to myself.

When they started to open the door, I closed my eye … and then I waited.

A woman choked out, “Oh my god.”

That wasn’t Mason or Logan. It wasn’t someone I knew. My eyelid opened, but I could only see through a small slit. They were too swollen for much more.

Gentle hands touched me as she knelt beside me. “Oh, dear. Samantha?”

The girl remained in the back, but she spoke up, “They were beating her. All four of them.”

“Who, sweetheart?” The warmth in that voice washed over me in waves. She touched the side of my face and turned it to the side. More light shined on me, and she sucked in her breath again. “Oh, dear.” She glanced up again. “Who did this to her?”

“Some other girls.”

Wait—I knew that voice. Images of Heather’s friend flooded me. It was Cory.

Then the lady asked, “Can you and your friend go find someone for me?”

“The principal?”

“Yes, dear, but I’d also like you to find someone else.”

“Okay.”

Gone was the goth girl from earlier, with her constant glares and venom-laced words. Cory reminded me of a little girl in that moment.

“Do you remember the gentleman that was standing next to me?”

“Yes.” Her voice dipped again with emotion.

“Go get him.”

“Who is he?”

The hand rested on her arm this time. It was strong and healing. I felt this woman’s courage through that touch, and I drew in a shuddering breath. I needed it. I needed every bit of strength this woman was giving to me.

“Try to be quiet about this. We don’t want to draw a lot of attention.”

“Who’s that guy?” Cory questioned again.

I drew in another breath. I didn’t know why she was insisting, but it felt good. Like she was looking out for me.

Then I heard the answer, “That man is Samantha’s father.”

The door closed again. I felt the small draft. It was soothing against the burns from everything else. Then the woman moved so I could see her. Dark eyes and brown curls framed her face. Malinda Decraw smiled at me, though I could see the hesitation in her. She nodded, but it was as if she were reassuring herself. She murmured, “We’re going to get you some help, Samantha. I promise, honey.” Her last word stumbled out and hitched on a sob. “Everything will be fine.”

Her hand brushed my hair back. Her fingers trailed through it, and I wondered if it was the only place she could touch me. She repeated again, speaking to herself now, “Everything will be fine …”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My dad was there.

That thought was on repeat in my mind. For some reason it helped block the pain. He came with Principal Green and both of them had been quiet since they came in. I couldn’t see them. Malinda kept patting my hand. I wasn’t even sure if Cory had returned with them.

When they began discussing plans, and I heard the word ambulance, I tried to tell them not to call for one. My lips cracked open and blood rushed inside my mouth, but I swallowed enough so I could talk. “No.” It came out as a whisper.

“David.” Malinda stopped their quiet conversation. Her hand patted mine. It was so gentle. “She’s trying to say something.”

“Hi, honey.” He stepped so he was in my line of sight and plastered a fake smile on his face. It was one of the worst I’d seen.

I tried again, “Don’t call them.”

“What, honey? Sammy, sweetheart.” He knelt down and bent closer to my lips.

I repeated, “Don’t call them. I can walk.”

“Samantha,” he stopped and moved out of eyesight. There was a sniffle, followed by a cough before he came back. The light from above reflected off a trail of moisture on his face, but there were no tears. He said again, “You can’t move. We have to get an ambulance. There could be internal damages.”

I tried to shake my head. Mason and Logan couldn’t know. They’d react without thinking or worse. I felt a different pang go through me. They might assume it had been the Roussou people. That would be worse. I whispered out again, “No, please no.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” He lifted a hand to pat my hand, but held it in the air. There was nowhere to touch.

Malinda moved her hand. “I don’t think she’s hurt here.”

He closed his eyes and took a couple breaths. They came out sounding jerky, but then he reached over and touched my hand in the same spot. He patted it, but it was so light it was more of a gentle graze. “Honey, Samantha, your principal’s already gone to call them.”

I sucked in air through my cracked lips. I wanted to protest.

“But we’ll have them come through the far end door. People at the game won’t see then.”

The relief was overwhelming. Fresh tears came to me, and they spilled down my face, stinging as they slid over the damage.

He added, “You don’t want Mason and Logan to see you right now, do you?”

I stopped trying to talk, but I shook my head. It was the smallest movement I could muster. I was trying so hard.

“We won’t let this out, but the paramedics have to come and get you. We’re scared of moving you.”