"Please, let go of me, I am speaking the truth," I begged with all my might at the young man that pounded on me.
I was in pain, I could barely feel like limbs, his every punch was an offensive one to my entire body, it hurt me so badly, and when I cried, it didn't do him any harm, rather he looked at m with scorn and disgust, I was just more than thrash to his eyes.
Once more, it was Ethan who helped me by pushing the beast away from me, if he didn't, I might have been dead by now, and that is the hardest truth no one would ever want to gulp down his or he throat.
"Justin, let the boy be, don't kill him, remember what you saw in him?" Ethan inquired pushing his friend away from my body.
To me, Ethan looked like an angel right now, I could see the white which he wore, it was nice, I admired it, but then, what thing did they see in me?
I wondered.