POV: Allison

I walked in just at the right time to save Freddie. The tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife. When I turned the corner, I froze. There was Williams, his booted foot slamming down on Freddie's back as he writhed on the floor, begging for mercy. It was sickening.

Freddie had always thought himself untouchable, but here he was, reduced to a pathetic figure crawling on the floor, desperation stamped on his face. I knelt beside him, grinding my teeth to control my anger. "Freddie, are you okay?" My voice was low, careful not to give Williams any reason to turn his attention...