#Chapter 53- His Arms

Fiona I cry out from the pain searing my scalp. I thrash against the man, but he just chuckles in response. “Ethan! Help!” I scream, hoping he’ll save me. “Your boyfriend won’t come for you,” the man growls, pushing me closer to the edge of the stadium. My attackers surround me, moving toward me. I step back and nearly stumble. “He doesn’t care about you. Look at him down there celebrating,” the man sneers, yanking my hair and forcing me to look toward the field. Ethan is down there like the man said, and instead of looking up at me, he’s jumping around excitedly with his arms around his teammates, celebrating their win. Just like the man said. I look away. Ethan wouldn’t ignore me or abandon me. He wouldn’t. I trust that he would look for me- would help me- if he knew I was in danger. “Look at him!” The man demands, shoving me forward. He wrenches my hair again, and this time I close my eyes. I don’t want to see it. I gasp when the man pushes me against the rai