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"Let go of me!" Zack writhes under the grip on his arm but that only makes it stronger. Scarface grunts as he drags Zack towards the door, grunting, Scarface drags Zack towards the door. With his other hand, Zack relentlessly punches at Scarface's solid chest, trying to fight himself out. And as I'm stood watching, it's as if a hand is squeezing over my heart instead, constricting itself around and draining all the life from my body.
"Hey!" Scarface shouts and drives his elbow into Zack's face, causing him to stagger back from the impact.
"No!" I scream, rushing towards my brother. His face is scrunched, eyes tightly closed in pain as blood spurts from his bruised nose.
Then Scarface shoves me away, pulling out his penknife and pointing it at me. Not letting go of Zack, he leers at me, walking slowly, getting closer and closer. And I step further away, but there's no escape from the murderous look in his eyes, and my back collides with the wall behind me.
But he doesn't stop. As if the knife has a life of its own, it inches towards my throat until I feel it's serrated edges beginning to press into my skin.
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Teen Fiction'It hurts to find grief thrashing in the emerald swirls of her eyes, and I don't want to look away. I know pain when I see it. And when I look into her eyes, it's like looking into mine.' Jordan King is in pain. He wishes he was somewhere else away...
