CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN FINALLY INTIMATE

•MAE• I was breathing heavily like someone who had just ended a race. All my life, I'd never attacked anyone, let alone make someone go completely unconscious and bleed from the head. Frank's groaning didn't take more than a minute before seizing, and when they did, his blood succeeded in scaring the hell out of me by gushing out so freely. “He stopped breathing already,” I said, still with my gaze on Frank while putting away the metal chair. Noticing that George had not replied, I looked up to see what he was doing, and my eyes widened a bit when I saw him let out tears freely. “George..” I called, moving away from the spot I was standing to his side. “You aren't crying, right?” I said, tiptoeing and pulling him to myself. I dreaded the reality of Frank attacking us from behind, so I spared his lifeless body a last glance to confirm his lifelessness. “I know everything is too much to bear, but I promise things will be better soon,” I reassured, even though I wasn't sure about