He stumbled a bit, before falling, holding his stomach as he tried to breathe correctly. After a moment, though, there was a screech, and Evan would be punched right in the side of the face by Miles.
"I don't care if it concerns me," he said, reaching for his bag, which had a baseball bat duct taped to it. "Leave."
Miles turned to Francis, offering a hand so he could get up. "Honestly, punching him was the best feeling."
Evan gritted his teeth as he walked away, desperately wanting to go back and fight, but knowing that the baseball bat could cause serious damage. He needed to hit something, preferably something that couldn't fight back.
Francis sat down, noticing her absence. He quickly took out his phone and discreetly messaged her. "Everything okay?"
She didn't reply immediately. When she finally did, it took her a while to actually send the message. "Sort of. Some crazy stuff has happened."
"He broke three of my fingers on my left hand," the text read after a moment. "But my dad knows about it all now, so there's that."
He frowned, feeling a bit angry. "I'm sorry," he typed, "this is my fault. I shouldn't have instigated anything with him."
"You helped me get out of an abusive relationship," she replied immediately. "You have nothing to apologize for. This had been going on long before you got involved anyway."
