Chapter 3 - Ethan Tears The Duct Tape From Her Face
Ignoring the black muzzle pointed straight at his head, Ethan jammed his fingers into the jagged wooden gap of the casket.
He grabbed the edge of the thick silver duct tape sealing his mother’s mouth and pulled with all his might.
Claire let out a muffled gasp of pain as the adhesive tore away from her skin, leaving raw red marks across her cheeks.
“Ethan... baby... run,” she whispered, her voice raspy, broken, and weak from hours of oxygen deprivation inside the airtight box.
“I’m not running anywhere, Mom; I’ve got you,” Ethan replied fiercely, using the heavy hammer to pry another wooden slat loose.
Richard raised his voice above the crying of panicked guests, stepping right up to the side of the shattered casket.
“Put that hammer down right now, Ethan, or I swear I’ll shoot your mother right through the wood!” Richard barked viciously.
Claire looked up at her husband with an expression of pure, burning hatred that matched the fire in her young son's eyes.
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“You’re done, Richard... the whole world is going to know what you did,” Claire rasped, coughing violently from dust inhalation.
Before Richard could fire his weapon, a heavy folding chair came flying through the air, striking his gun hand with force.
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