Angel's P.O.V

I threw the gun away out of anyone's reach and picked Mack up. I heard a childish giggle as I was in tears.

"D-Don't worry," I turned around to see that psycho smiling as her eyes fluttered and started to close, "She'll be fine."

This 'friend' of hers lied, tricked, kidnapped and nearly killed the person I loved with all my heart, and she couldn't even spare a small portion of guilt?

"What is wrong with you?!" I yelled, not even bothering to care how much of a mess I looked at that moment, "I thought you loved her!"

"I do," She muttered, trying to cover up some of her wounds, "But I had to make some sacrifi-"

"This isn't love!!" I interrupted, finally snapping and releasing all my sorrow into words, "You don't actually want her to be happy, you want her all yourself!"

Silence filled the air as I tried my hardest not to look at her, nor attack her, as she's done enough damage for the night.

"..Who are you?" she asked meekly, her voice starting to fade, and the words she spoke soon turned unintelligible.

Ignoring her question, I carefully reached for my phone, holding onto Mack tightly as I called the police and told them which side of the hotel we were at.

As soon as the police came running, I could see that the psycho lost too much blood, and had already passed out.

They took both the injured girls to the hospital using an ambulance, and I got a ride from one of the cops.

I hope Mack will be doing well after all that...