Chapter 29: My Hero
A loud splintering of wood wakes me from a light sleep. I jump out of bed and move to a dark corner of the cell, wanting to hide from whoever is busting down the door. It could be someone coming to save me, or it might be someone coming to kill me. After thinking about what Alfonso said over and over, I don’t want to take the risk of the latter being true.
I grab a broken leg from the stool and hold it in front of me. Not that it would protect me if someone shot at me, but it still gives me some sort of security.
Before too long, the pounding of footsteps reaches the door at the top of the stairs. The door is easily knocked down and pieces of it fly down the stairs. Flashlights scan the area before they thump down the steps and many men spread around, fanning their lights over the area.