She does it again and again. Fernando laughs and I squeeze the trigger as well and nothing.
“Did you honestly think I would have a loaded gun on me? That these guns were loaded? I knew you would make a play, and I was right. This is going to be more enjoyable than I first thought.” He says, laughing sadistically. When mom uses the butt of the gun and hits him with it. He screams and staggers back when I’m grabbed, and a knife is pressed to my throat.
“MOM!” I shout and she stops and looks at me. I see fear in her eyes and I can feel a trickle of blood slide down my throat. Mom holds her hands up and drops the gun, but not before throwing it hard at Fernando’s head. Knocking him out.
“Easy now.” Mom says, and I know I can’t move.
“Let her go. What kind of big man are you to hold a blade
