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.

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