Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 501

The four men let out a low, threatening chuckle, warning him to stay in his own lane. They taunted that his slender build wouldn't hold up under a proper beating.

Theodore was tall, but he was thin—especially over the last year, he'd lost a significant amount of weight. In a fight, he was clearly no match for them.

He blocked their path and said to Emma over his shoulder, "The second you see an opening, you run. You hear me? Just run!"

As Emma scrambled to her feet, her whole body was trembling.

She hid behind Theodore, ready to follow his command. She was useless here, a liability. If she could just get out, she could call Allen or the police. It was their only chance.

But there were four of them, and escape wasn't going to be that easy.

Every time Emma spotted a gap and tried to bolt, one of them would move to block her off.

Finally, they lost their patience and rushed them all at once. One man knocked the chair from Theodore's hands while the other three swarmed in, one grabbing Theodore, the others lunging for Emma.

Two against four. The odds were impossible.

In a swift motion, Theodore spun around and wrapped his arms tightly around Emma, shielding her entire body with his own.

Every fist that flew, every foot that kicked, landed squarely on him.

"Theodore, you…" Emma didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, they won't kill me. Just hold on, they'll be here any second!" Theodore grunted, using his body to shield Emma as he tried to inch them toward the classroom door.

Something warm and wet began to drip onto Emma's neck.

At first, she didn't know what it was. Then, a drop landed on her arm, and she saw it. Blood.

"Theodore…" Where was he bleeding from?

"I'm fine, don't worry…" he said, just as another stream of blood trickled down.

"Aaargh!" A pained scream suddenly ripped through the air.

Emma recognized the voice—it was one of the drunks.

Theodore heard it too. He glanced back, still holding Emma, and saw Allen and the other bodyguards.

"They're here, they're finally here," Theodore breathed, his voice filled with relief. "It's okay." He quickly pulled Emma to the side.

Allen and his team were professional bodyguards. Dealing with a few thugs was child's play.

They subdued the men in moments and called the police.

Only then did Theodore finally release his hold on Emma.

She looked at him. They were both wearing black T-shirts, so it was impossible to see how much blood had soaked into the fabric, but even now, blood was still streaming from his nose.

She cupped her hand under his chin, and the blood pooled in her palm.

Theodore turned his head away, embarrassed. "It's nothing, just a nosebleed. It'll stop once I plug it with some cotton. Allen, do you have any cotton balls or tissues in the car? I need something to stuff up my nose."

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