Chapter 7
But before I could run over, someone grabbed me.
“Don’t rush, Ms. Palmer. It’ll be your turn soon.”
The person with the scissors stood in front of me again.
I struggled with all my might, but it was useless. The man yanked my hair, and the scissors descended upon it.
I stared at the long strands of hair that fell to the ground.
I looked at the young man lying there, eyes tightly shut.
I screamed his name, my voice nearly gone.
A gust of wind blew through.
The person holding me suddenly fell, as if something had knocked them down.
I heard the person with the scissors shouting, followed by the sound of fists landing on flesh.
Ben stood in front of me.
But could that still be Ben?
How could a cognitively impaired man dodge a black–clad man’s attack so skillfully, grab his arm, and then slap him across the face with brutal force?
How could he, clean and swift, snatch the scissors and stab them into another man’s arm?
A blood–curdling scream pierced the rainy night.
In the blink of an eye, all those men were lying in the mud.
The young man, hands in his pockets, walked up to me.
He leaned down and looked at me.
“Lend me your phone.”
Raindrops traced down his eyebrows and eyes, and I stared into the darkness of his eyes.
His gaze was no longer clear.
I handed him my phone.
He lowered his head and dialed a number.
In the rain–soaked night, his voice turned cold and sharp.
“Hello? Yeah, it’s me.”
The excitement in the voice on the other end was so loud I could hear it, even from where I stood.
Ben just frowned slightly.
“Yeah, I’m not dead. I don’t even know where I am. Hold on There’s a woman in front of me, I’ll ask her.”
He hung up and looked down at me.
1/2
+25 BONUS
Chapter 7
