Beads of sweat rolled down Emily's brow as she felt the metal gun press against her forehead. The deranged look on Mr. Winfield's face was enough warning for Emily to know that in a few seconds, he was going to end her life. She shut her eyes and prayed. She heard the sound of glass breaking, and she felt sharp objects fall upon her face. Emily suddenly opened her eyes as she heard a thumping sound beside her, and the floor vibrated. Standing in front of her was a figure that she could not quite see.
''Are you okay?'' She heard Eddy's voice, and upon closer inspection, it was truly Eddy, and he was holding out his hand to her. Without wasting any time, Emily took his hand, and he helped her up. She hugged him tightly, thankful to him for saving her life.