Chapter 11

The door to the private room wasn't fully shut, left just slightly ajar. Elizabeth walked up with a dark expression, just in time to catch the yelling coming from inside. "You idiot! Still got the guts to hit on my girl?" "Know who I am now? Got it memorized? Pathetic pretty boy. Tch!" The dull thuds of punches landing were mixed with a boy's painful groans. Elizabeth shoved the door open hard—it slammed against the wall with a loud bang. "Stop!" she shouted. What she saw made her blood boil. A bunch of reckless guys and girls were standing around laughing, watching a boy get beaten up on the floor, egging on the guy who was dealing the hits. The sound had caught the man's attention—he paused and looked toward the door, clearly confused. The boy on the ground was barely moving. He choked up some blood, his breathing weak and ragged. "Gabriel..." Elizabeth's face turned ashen. She strode forward without hesitation and swung her fist. It connected straight with the man's face—hard. Anoth