The Technique

Chapter 27: Dad

Warning!!!

This chapter contains violence and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

Greg kicked my stomach. He threatened me with a knife if I got closer to him. He put a black tape over Mr. David's mouth and tied up his hands like a hostage.

I leaned against the wall a little bit away from them. But I could see clearly whatever Greg was doing.

This was just too much. Greg was being evil again. And I knew he would not be able to control himself again.

I made sure to keep the answer key safely in my pocket. I stared at Greg, who was bawling at Mr. David while aiming the knife.

"You better give me the answer key now! I'm allowing you to tell me where it is!"

Mr. David couldn't speak. But I could sense that he wanted to say something. He looked at me, and his eyes were like telling me to escape now.

I won't. I needed to help him.

Greg slapped Mr. David. He was breathing noisily.

"Greg, stop!" I butted in.

I tried my best to stand up while he was not yet looking at me. I found a rock as big as my hand and picked it up. It was good enough to make Greg collapse.

I slowly walked over to him. I held my breath when I was inches away from his back. But he suddenly grabbed my arms. The rock fell. He almost broke my bones.

"Ask him where the answer key is," he ordered.

I shook my head. "Why would I?" I pulled my arms away from him, but he was intense. "Get off of me!"

"Why would you?" He looked at me, then at Mr. David. He smirked. "Then just kill him."

"What?"

Mr. David shook his head. His whole body was trembling. The wound on his cheeks was intensely bleeding. He was looking pale already.

"Tell me where the answer key is, or Nathan will kill you!"

I tried to elbow him, but he quickly darted. "No! I won't! I will never listen to evil like you! Just stop!"

Mr. David shook his head, then nodded.

Greg ripped the black tape off his mouth.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you!" Mr. David said.

I looked at him in disbelief. "No, Mr. David! Don't tell him! He has done all of these things already!"

Mr. David looked at me. "The paper fell on my way here. I didn't know where it is exactly," he lied.

Greg smirked and nodded. He pulled both my hands and stretched them as he handed me the knife. "You do it."

"No!" I tried to throw the knife, but he was also gripping it. He was controlling me. He stretched my arms more until the knife was aiming at Mr. David's neck. "Stop! He told you already where it is! Just stop!"

Greg shook his head. "I won't let it past. He must die."

My hands were trembling as I pulled my hands away from his hands. My arms were getting red. I felt like I was going to lose control at any moment. "Stop, please!"

"Do you think he will keep quiet after this? Slit it," he whispered.

He laughed so loud. He stepped on my shoes to stop me from moving. I was stuck. If I lost my control and if he moved the knife, it would all be done.