Angel's POV*******
"Ms. Ilves..."
Where was I? I wasn't in Richie's house?
"Ms. Ilves, can you hear me?"
I looked up to face my savior.
"C-Charles?"
Charles had a worried look on his face, as he supported me to lean against the wall, whist sitting.
I tried to move, but a searing pain rushed through my body, and I felt stiff. Charles already had a phone with him and he told me he was going to call the police. "No... no..." I croaked. Charles gave me the same frown I saw from Samuel every time I stressed myself.
"Ms. Ilves. The young madam and her friend have assaulted you and left you here by the trash to die. They even left this note"
Charles brought out a note from his pocket and held it out for me to read.
"Dear Angel,