CHLOE'S POV

He grabbed your foot from out of your hand and told you to lay down. He put your foot on the ground for a second while he got two towels.

"Open your mouth." He said sternly yet in a caring tone. You opened your mouth still sobbing because it was really painful.

He shoved the towel into your mouth and told you to bite down on it. So you did.

He grabbed your foot once again and said, "This is gonna hurt." Your hands were searching around for something to grip onto.

He gripped whatever was in your foot and yanked it out carefully which caused you to let out a scream though the towel and gritted teeth.

He then took the other towel into his hands and rested your foot on his bent knee. He wrapped the towel as tight as possible around your cut, which you had to say, hurt like hell.

He picked you up and told Emma (who was standing there watching the whole time) to grab the room key and his wallet and phone.

He carried you out to his truck and Emma followed.

He put you in the back seats and got you to the down across the seats.

Emma got in the front while Dad got in the drivers seat and started driving to the nearest hospital or doctors. You assumed.

"What was in my foot?" You said crying a little but you calmed down a lot.

"A razor blade. How did this even happen?" He asked, turning to look at you for a second then focusing his eyes back on the road ahead.