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My jaw clenched.

“There’s something else. Garcia tried forcing himself on her, he wasn’t able to. She got away, but Coach is furious.”

My body stiffened, “Where?”

Dad looked at me then, his gaze turning into a frown.

He sighed, “It was in the arena. Right after I fucking left. If I would’ve known, I never would’ve left her alone. Hazel is a mess. Her mom is on her way here, and fuck...I’m sorry, man.”

“Where are you?”

“Outside of the emergency room in the parking lot. Hazel is sitting in the waiting room.”

My hand clenched into a fist, “Stay with her. I’m on my way.” I hung up after that and slid the phone back in my pocket.

I grabbed the keys off the counter, “We are going to have to reschedule; I have to go.”

I was heading towards the door, and his voice broke my thoughts.

“What happened?” he asked, but I couldn’t get my words out. My body was vibrating.

“I’ll call you later.” I walked out the door, got in my car and sped off.

Ivy and Garcia better hope she’s okay or they’ll be finished.

Chapter Thirty-Two

KAYDEN

The hospital parking lot was packed, and I had to circle twice before I found a spot near the back. My heart hammered inside my chest, and as soon as I parked. My hand went to the handle, I got out and slammed it shut. I locked the car and ran towards the entrance.

The automatic doors slid open, the smell of antiseptic hit my nose, and the lights reminded me of the arena. Bright and too fucking much.

Dylan leaned against the wall near the vending machines, his arms crossed, jaw tight. Hazel sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, her knees pulled up to her chest, face twisted with pain.

I crossed the room in a few strides. "How is she?”

He looked up and shrugged. “She's still back there. We aren’t family, so they won't tell us anything."

"What happened?" My voice was rough, and my hands were closed into fists, ready to punch someone in the face.

She lifted her head, eyes red and swollen. “They went after her, in my dad’s arena. Ivy and two other girls jumped her. They fled the scene, but it was all on video, stupid bitches. They had no idea the rink had cameras. They held her down, and kicked her while she was on the ground. My dad is furious, and is working with campus security and the police. But since they fled the scene, who knows how long it will take. We called 911 as soon as we found her, the ambulance and police arrived to gather our statements and video footage.”

I would be too if it was my rink and my daughter’s best friend got beat up.

My brows creased, “Why was she alone in the first place? What was she doing there so damn early?”

Hazel sighed, “She wanted to practice without distractions. Dad gave her a key, and told her she could get there around five and have an hour before we get there to open things up. Clearly, that was a bad idea.”

My hands clenched into fists. "And Garcia?"

Dylan's jaw tightened. "He found her after. She was trying to get up, to go find help, and he cornered her. Tried to..." He stopped, and shook his head. "She got away. Broke his nose.”

I couldn't breathe. I wanted to fucking punch something, but all I could do was stand there and be helpless. Hoping that she would be okay.

"Where's her mom?" I asked.

"On her way," Hazel said quietly. "She called me back about twenty minutes ago. She should be here soon."