AMELIA
I stood, paralyzed, staring at the scene unfolding before my eyes; Erik, the portrait of murderous fury, and Dr. Martin, trying in vain to claw Erik's hands away from his neck.
I allowed myself only that second to feel shocked - then I sprang into action, putting myself between the two and, I'm not even sure how, separating them.
"Erik, what the f**k are you doing?" I growled, pushing him away from the doctor, who had collapsed to the floor, trying to catch his breath and curled on himself, cowering and shaking.
"He lied!" Erik roared. "This pathetic piece of s**t is lying!"
"Please ..." Martin whimpered.
Please. Not "I'm not".
The ultimate confirmation.
"Back off," I hissed, looking him in the eye - daring him to contravene my order. "What answers do you think we'll
