The Heir

Chapter 8

"I don't….." he began but his sentence was cut in his throat when a punch was landed on his eye.

"Fuck" he screamed in pain as he felt his eyes throbbing violently.

Huncho pulled out a knife and he began breathing heavily. He traced the tip along Chase's cheeks and stopped on his neck.

"This is just a warning. I won't be merciful next time" he said and applied a little pressure on his hold and Chase felt blood trickling down his neck.

"Let's go" he said and they left.

Chase watched their retreating backs, his vision on his right eye almost shut.

He managed to get back to the house and he rushed to the empty fridge and pulled out a pack of ice. He placed it on his right eye and he felt hot tears rolling down from his good eye.

"Just what kind of life did this guy live?" He asked myself as the tears continued falling.

He was tired. He was frustrated. He was hungry. I

He was in pain.

He left the pack of ice on his eye till it became numb. He couldn't feel anything but at the s