I gasped for air to breathe, but my head was under water. I tried to lift my head above the water, but a strong force was holding me back.
I cried and yelled for help, but no one could hear me; no one came to my rescue. The last thing I could remember was passing out from my head hitting the wall.
My lungs started to burn, my eyes turned red, and my body struggled to be set free from this torment. It was only then that the strong arm pulled my head from the water, forcefully bringing my face to meet his eyes.
His eyes were red, and there were nothing but wicked thoughts behind those eyes of his. His face held nothing but a straight emotion, even though he had just brought me into consciousness by placing my head underwater.
My wet hair stuck to my face, my eyes widened in awe at the sight before me, and my eyes drifted to the other side of the room just to see my family standing behind Heath. My father also held a straight face.