My instinct is to crash in there. But I hold back and open the door as silently as possible.
What’s waiting for me in there makes me see red.
Bartek has Charlotte backed up against the dumbbell rack.
I walk in just in time to see Charlotte swinging a stray dumbbell up towards Bartek in an attempt tofight him off. Her hand moves awkwardly and the object collides with his shoulder.
“s**t!” she screams, her eyes wide with terror.
I’m right in her line of vision, but she’s not seeing anyone except the beast in front of her.
She tries to run from him, but his anger pushes him to recover faster.
Neither one of them have noticed me.
My eyes land on the large red kettlebell in the corner. I lunge forward, snag it, and leap towards themright around the same time the bastard makes a grab for
