Twenty Two: KAYDEN

Fear.

Helplessness.

Agony.

These three words are but the few words I can use in describing the horror written all over Lisa's face. My heart rips at the sight of Tyler's hand gripping her bloodied face, the pain of what he has done to her body filling my head with millions of gut wrenching ways to kill this bastard.

"Tyler!"

I scream, trying to rush over to him, but he is as fast as a snake. Within a couple of seconds, I find myself lifting my hands in the air and staring wide eyed at a gun pointing directly to my head.

"Don't be so quick Kayden, or this place will be filled with two corpses instead of one."

I gulp in a breath. My heart is banging so loud and hard, my arms trembling slightly at the sight of the black revolver trained at me. I have never been pointed a gun before in my entire life. The fear that I could die any minute zaps through me like a mighty electrocution, but the fear that I could die in the presence of the woman I love and also without the chance to tell her ho