The day we died - Egon’s POV (part 2)

Like tiny fish lured into a net, Egon's most prized possession, the forest he self-proclaimed his own, had transformed into a colossal predator ready to devour him and his family whole. 

His heart raced as his father's voice echoed. "Don't be afraid," he repeated with insane calmness as he tightened the rope around Egon for the seventh time. With every recurrence of those words, Egon's teeth clattered loudly.

He had never been more afraid in his entire life.

"Father," Egon's voice barely escaped his trembling lips, his flesh sore where the rope bit into his skin. "I promised her," he managed to grit out, his teeth grinding against the pain. "I promised her that I would never leave you!"

The realization had hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest a while ago. His mother was gone, her lifeless body lying beside him screamed of the truth he desperately wanted to deny.

I have to get my brother out of here!