The chair shattered with a loud crack, pieces scattering across the floor.
“Charlotte, are you alright?” Andrew and Parrish jumped up right away, eyes glued to her hand.
Charlotte’s wrist was bright red, swelling quickly against her pale skin.
“Charlotte...” Shirley had been peeking through the door, but as soon as she saw what happened, she rushed over. “It’s swelling so much.”
Dennis never thought Charlotte would be so bold. She’d blocked the chair with her bare arm like it was nothing. He stumbled back in shock, trying to flee. But just as he reached the door, he ran straight into a couple of cops and paramedics who had just shown up. His legs gave out and he dropped right to the floor.
It was midnight by the time everyone made it to the police station. The group of thugs sat slumped in a corner, bandages barely holding them together. Across the room, Andrew and his friends stood, arms crossed, refusing to look intimidated.
“So, who started it? Someone better talk,” the police officer said, sipping a cup of hot tea and eyeing the group.
“It was him!” Shirley jumped in first, pointing right at Dennis. “He brought his guys to my house and threatened my grandma. My friends just wanted to protect us.”
“That’s not what happened at all,” Dennis shot back, a lazy smirk on his face. “I came by to apologize, since we had a misunderstanding. But you couldn’t let it go. You refused to hear me out and had Charlotte attack my men.”
He added, “And let’s be honest, Charlotte’s always been violent. No one should be surprised she did this.”

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