Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
"You little attention seeker! What façade have you put on everyone?" Maverick sneered angrily at me. "I'm tired of your bullshit. You don't deserve to live. You need to die."
He grabbed my arm, his grip tightened slightly and started to drag me outside. As I caught the glimpse of a pool, the terror washed over me. I could feel my eyes widened in fear.
"Maverick! Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to jerk away but he had a deathly grip on my arm.
"Not a chance in hell." He growled.
"Leave me or I'll scream out loud."
I tried to threaten him but who am I kidding, we have a devil over here.
He let out a snicker, shooting me a devilish look. "We're at the other side of the house. Nobody can hear you scream, little baby, but I would like you to give it a try."
"You're a black-hearted person." I spat out to his face that only got him more angry at me.
His eyes narrowed at me dangerously and I felt my mouth get sealed. To my consternation, he held his grip on my collar, lifting me up and threw me over his shoulder with ease.
I could feel the fear arising in me and I found myself breathing rapidly.
"Maverick! Don't do this!" I shrieked in panic. "Stop! I said stop!" I literally begged him.
When I realized, we had approached the pool, I clutched onto his collar tightly and I thought, being held onto him like this would cause him to have some mercy.
"Brother..please--"
I didn't even get to complete my sentence before I got thrown right into the deep pool. I felt the water engulfed my body and I was set off in extreme fear and trepidation.
Eventually, my lungs began to give out and I was craving to breathe so desperately but I felt the water fill me, making me heavier. My body was deprived of oxygen to the point where the major body systems began to shut down and the lack of oxygen flew into me.
I was both floating and sinking deeper into the water and before I could go more, I got blacked out due to anxiety.
A pair of strong arms snaked around my drowning body and lifted me up to the dry land. The person laid me on my back but I kept my eyes glued shut. I didn't know if I were dreaming or if I were really alive.
I felt fatigued. My chest tightened and the shortness of breath engulfed me.
Someone placed their hand on my forehead to open the airway and lifted up my chin with the other hand. I felt my head tilted backward and he closed my nostrils with their finger and thumb. He put his mouth over my mouth and blew twice into it.
