"Anthony! Where the hell are you? Help me up!" she screamed.
Anthony was scared out of his wits. It took him a moment before he moved and rushed over to help Camille.
As soon as she stood up, everyone in the room stared at her in shock.
Camille noticed the strange silence and frowned.
"What are you all looking at? Never seen someone fall before?" She growled and gritted her teeth.
She grabbed her waist instinctively and tried to rub the numb spot on her butt. Her hand brushed over something strange—a tear in the fabric.
A sinking feeling hit her.
Why are my pants torn?
"Anthony, what's going on with my pants?" she asked.
The tear was behind her, so she couldn't see it and had no choice but to ask him.
Anthony's eyes widened as he let out a panicked yell. "Ms. Nelsen, y-your pants… they're ripped!"
