Chapter Seven

As I lay over Catrina in fear, waiting for what seemed like an eternity, my mind raced with thoughts of impending doom. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest, drowning out any other noise around me. It was only when I dared to peek out of one eye that I saw the machete gleaming in the dim light as it hovered menacingly inches from my face. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The adrenaline pumping through my veins made every sensation feel amplified, and I could feel the cold sweat trickling down my spine. My thoughts turned to all the things I wished I had done differently, all the moments I had wasted, and all the people I had failed to tell how much they meant to me. But suddenly, I noticed the blade had stopped moving.

Kendra rushed over and knelt. “Are you fucking insane?!”

Dane took the blade away from my face and looked at me angrily. “I had the ability to end your life."

I covered Catrina like a blanket, not giving them a chance to proceed