The rusty smell and strong blood scent caught Foster's nose as he struggled to open his eyes. He was just regaining his consciousness after the beating they had received.
Foster looked at his son who was out cold on the floor beaten to a pulp. It was time to bring all this to an end to think that Asher would enjoy punching the man who was once his brother, made him feel cold inside.
Dragging his paining body, he lightly shook Jake, waking him up.
"Son? Wake up, I have something to tell you," he said when he noticed Jake struggling to open his eyes.
Jake heard his father's voice, his mind registering it as a dream. It had been days, surviving from a morsel and water. It was as if Lawrence wanted them dead from starvation.
The shaking happened again, this time roughly, causing Jake to jerk up fully awake.
"Son, it's just me," Foster's voice came, making him sigh in relief.
