Adam Herran.
That bastard.
“Back off or I swear —”
“Shh, shut up. Shut the fuck up.” He lands two blows on the car.
I’m close enough to see Silver’s frantic expression. I’m impressed she doesn’t flinch as he jams his fist in the car to the left side of her head.
“Adam. If you don’t stop, I’ll tell —”
“Shut the fuck up, Silver.” He hits the car again.
This is none of my business. I should walk away.
I turn to do just that, but then stop as a question barges into my mind.
Am I the type of person who traps people like Ma or the type who sets them free like Dad?
I’m not trapping people, but leaving a person cornered is no different. Even if that person is Silver.
Besides, Adam gives me the creeps.
I
approach them and speak in a loud, confident tone. “What’s going on here?”
Adam’s eyes snap in my direction. They’re bloodshot and swollen as if he’s drunk. Or high. “Fuck off, bitch. This is none of your business.”
“Silver?” I ask. If she tells me it’s none of my business, too, I’m out of here.
She discreetly shakes her head and mouths, ‘Cole.’
That’s it. Cole.
She obviously needs help.
I bring out my phone, my muscles tightening with a rush of adrenaline. “Back off right now or I’ll call the principal, Adam. Maybe it’s his business.”
He takes a step forward.
“Come any closer and I’ll blind your fucking eyes with pepper spray.”
A lie, but I speak as though I do have the pepper spray.
Thankfully, he believes it.
“Stupid fucking bitch,” he snarls, pushing off Silver.
I keep my hand in my bag, watching him closely until he climbs into his car and speeds out of the car park.
A deep breath rips out of my lungs.
I jog to Silver who’s half-leaning against her car, hugging her midsection with both her arms.
“Are you… okay?” I stop a short distance away.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she murmurs. “I… I need to go. Forget what I said earlier. Don’t mention a word about this to Cole.”