"Richard!" I screamed as I watched his frame fall on the floor, blood dripping from the side of his head. The fear of loss gripped my heart and wouldn't let go.
Sam stood over him with a heavy plank in his hand; his face carried a satisfied, smug smile. He swung again, this time at Martin, but Martin's reflexes were quicker. The gun Martin hoped to use as a defense clattered to the other side of the room as it collided with the plank.
Martin got to his feet instantly and shielded me with his body. I couldn't think of anything else. My eyes were glued to Richard bleeding out on the ground. My heart felt like a knife was being twisted inside it.
Sam swung once more, but Martin blocked the swing with an arm. I swear I heard something crack. Sweat poured from my entire body, my body shaking and my eyes swollen. I struggled with my half-done bindings so I could save my husband.
