FIFTY – DEATH

MASON

While I’m still trying to deal with my shock, Scuderi’s hold on my neck tightens, blocking out any form of air from passing through my windpipe.

My vision becomes increasingly blurry and my head starts to spin.

“Get a hold of yourself!” My subconscious screams when I’m on the verge of passing out.

At the last minute, I decide that I’m not gonna die like this. I promised Mira that I’ll come home. And I always keep my promises.

Just when my uncle thinks he’s winning, I muster the last dregs of my energy and shoot up my free arm, striking him square on the jaw and dislodging him from my body immediately.

“Fuck!” He snarls, falling to the side with a pained grunt.

A greater part of me just wants to lie there and catch my breath, but deep down, I know that if I waste even a second here, I might not make it out alive.

I quickly jump to my feet and pick up the nearest object I can use as a weapon — a baseball bat. When I turn to my uncle, he’s trying to crawl away like the coward he