Chapter 88. The Final Battle

Lex

The sword hits the wood of the shovel, digging into the weathered wood. Jacob’s blue eyes glare into me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone hate me this much before. The ferocity with his attacks tells me that he truly wants to kill me. 

This isn’t just a mean boy wanting to pick on someone. Jacob wants me dead.

The wood begins to break under the weight of the sword and Jacob’s strength. I step back, and he takes the opportunity to swing again. The blade catches me in the arm, easily slicing through the thin layer of fabric I’m wearing. I hiss my arm begins to bleed, staining the white shirt red.

Jacob swings again, and I dodge, opting to tackle him to the ground. The sword flies out of his hand as I force him on his back. I drop the shovel and wrap my hands around his throat, cutting off his air. He scratches at my arms with his one hand, his legs trying to kick me off, but I sit on his torso to steady myself.

I have never tr