(Ginger's POV)
I walked down the hallway with my head down I stepped over an injured Rob that was on the the ground and- wait an injured Rob?
I turned around and looked at him.
"What happened to you?" I asked shocked.
"Why do you care?" he spat.
"You may be HORRIBLE to me but I still have a heart. Even though I won't even have that for long."
I don't know why but I helped him up and took him into the bathroom.
"Oh so this is how you feel about me."
"No. I'm helping you."
"Oh ok."He said sarcastically
I just rolled my eyes and got some paper towels.
"Who did this to you?"
"One of those, oh so special guests of ours." he groweled.
"Ok you're done."
"Aren't you gonna kiss it better?"
"No."
"Come on. If you gibe me a kiss I'll take it easier on you."
"No. I'd rather rot in hell. Kissing you would be like kissing the devil himself. But then again that might just be more pleasant than kissing you." I said rolling my eyes.
Then, as I was about to walk out he grabbed my wrist and locked the door. Then he turned me around.
"HELLP!! HELP HELP HELP!!! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!" I yelled.
"Shut up!" he said putting his hand over my mouth.
He took his hand off my mouth.
"you know.. you look hot in that dress. I wonder what you would look like without it on."
Ok now I really need someone to come to my rescue.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL-"
"SHHHHHHHHHHHH! Alright. Alright. I won't try anything." He opened the door and let me out.
I ran right into someone. All I remember is hitting my head really hard on something and feeling blood. Then I blacked out.