When I stayed silent, Zeke’s anger flared even more. "You won’t speak, huh? I’ll kill you!"
In the next moment, his face contorted with rage, and he grabbed my throat with both hands. He wasn't kidding around this time; he actually wanted to kill me.
His grip tightened, cutting off my air. Within seconds, I was choking, and the world began to darken.
As I was on the verge of passing out, Chelsea's unexpected words interrupted the chaos.
"I’m flying!"
Everyone turned toward her, their attention snapped in her direction.
I almost lost my soul from fear.
When I looked up, I saw that, at some point, Chelsea had gotten out of bed.
She was leaning against the window, with her upper body already hanging outside.
"Anthony!"
"Sis!" Zeke yelled out.
Their faces turned pale with fear as they quickly rushed over and pulled her back inside.
Meanwhile, I finally had a moment to catch my breath. Taking advantage of their distraction, I endured the pain and quietly slipped out of the room.
...
In the afternoon, my parents visited me at the hospital. When they found out I had likely seen the criminal, their expressions turned to disbelief.