Charlie: Chapter 16

The stench from the rug was almost more than I could bear. I covered my nose with my hand and stepped over the mess to prod Mark on the arm. He didn’t stir.

“Is he breathing?” Grace asked.

I nodded. “Out cold.”

“Stupid tosser! Leave him there. His dad can come and fetch him in the morning.” Without waiting for me to reply, Grace had turned and was headed t…