Wren
“You’re going to kill him!” I wail. “Ray, stop! Please, somebody stop him!”
Ray hits him, over and over.
I can hardly see through the tears spilling down my cheeks. My heart is in my throat, snort drips down my nose.
I struggle, god, I struggle beneath Lizzy and Mrs Dee’s grip. “Please, Liz. P-please…please…”
I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I’m begging. For Ray to stop, for Lizzy and Mrs Dee to let me go…for someone to stop Ray from killing Ezra.
It goes on for what feels like hours. The sound of flesh pounding on flesh is loud. I hear Ezra’s grunt and groans from the feet apart, I see the blood that covers his face.
And I can’t stop crying. My heart squeezes in my chest, my hands ache from struggling against their grip.
“Raymond!!!” I shriek. “Raymond, please! I’m begg
