Chapter 4

I instinctively dodged sideways, but the bat still caught my shoulder. Intense pain struck. I thought my bone might have fractured.

The fruit knife flew from my hand, sliding into a corner of the living room.

The massive force knocked me to the floor. My vision went dark.

Mike didn't pause—another swing came down.

I rolled desperately across the floor, barely avoiding it. The baseball bat smashed into the floor, making a dull crash. Floor tiles shattered.

"Run? Where can you run?"

Mike sneered, bearing down on me like a mountain of flesh.

The homeless man I'd stabbed had also…