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while trying to duck under his arm. He slid his hand down the wall blocking me.
    “Well I have got plenty to say to you bitch! Look what you did!” He turned and pointed to the back of his head where about ten stitches closed the gash that extended up toward his crown. That must be why he had to shave his head.
    He swiftly turned back to face me and knocked the drink out my hand in anger. I couldn’t breathe. I was completely numb, too stunned to move or even react. At that moment all I could think about was my stalker in the woods. He had done this.
    Before Doug could say another word; someone from behind yanked on his wrist to spin him around. I jumped out of the way just in time as Doug’s back slammed hard against the wall where I had just been a prisoner. When I straightened up, directly in front of me a surreal scene was unfolding. Liam had his hand around Doug’s neck, pressing him against the wall.
    “Do we have a problem here?” Liam shouted in Doug’s face whose eyes were wide with surprise by this strange turn of events.
    “Who the hell are you?” Doug spit back. Doug shoved Liam in the chest causing him to release the hold on his neck. The next thing I knew they were on the ground rolling into the crowd of dancing drunks.
    People formed a circle around them and started shouting “Fight, Fight, Fight!” The crowd was too big and I was too short. No one would let me through; everyone wanted a front row seat.
    I stood on a chair up against the wall to get a glimpse of what was happening. In the center of the “ring” Liam was sitting up with a knee on each side of Doug who was pinned flat to the ground. Liam swung his fist meeting Doug’s cheekbone with a crack. Someone had killed the music, and all you could hear were chants from the onlookers. Doug looked dizzied from the punch, and Liam took that opportunity to once again grasp his hand around Doug’s neck.
    I was shouting for them to stop, to break it up, but everyone ignored me, enjoying the testosterone-fueled entertainment. Liam leaned over Doug, just inches from his face and clamped tighter on his neck. I had never seen a side like this coming from Liam.
    “If you ever touch her again, I promise you, they will never find your body!” Liam roared with wild eyes, and Doug looked genuinely frightened.
    A low rumble of “Oooooo” had vibrated through the crowd at the threat. In this steamy room full of people, a chill crept down my back.
    Just then a girl I recognized from my dorm went flying through the front door shouting, “Cops!” Instantly the crowd broke, running like a swarm of bees buzzing around the nest. Someone bumped the chair I was standing on nearly knocking me over. I gripped the back to keep from falling, and Liam appeared from the tornado of people standing in front of me.
    Without a word he grabbed my waist lifting me up and off the chair. He took my hand sending a minor pulse of adrenaline through me, and he pushed through the chaos creating a path as we went through the kitchen’s back door. I could not leave without Kayla and Morgan. They were still upstairs.
    “Liam, wait, I can’t leave without my friends!” I tried to let go of his hand but his grip was too strong. We were in the backyard and people were running in every direction.
    He bent to meet my eye level, “Ari, I am sure they are on the run too. We have to get out of here or we will get busted!” I stiffened and ripped his hand from mine to go back in the house.
    He wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me up over his shoulder like a small child being dragged out of a store for throwing a tantrum. The image was not far off because I wiggled and kicked trying to get down. After about a block, I fell limp over Liam’s shoulder in defeat.
    “Are you done or will you slap me when I let you down?” I did not care for the humor in Liam’s tone. I was not in the mood.
    I stayed silent and he gently brought my feet to the ground. When I looked at him