CHAPTER 108
Wynn, walking down that road with the joy and heart of a father who loves his daughter, made his way happily to school, carrying treats for her. His heart was light, singing a soft song as he anticipated the smile of Elizabeth, his dear Beth, when she received the surprises her mother had baked. However, fate was about to intertwine her journey with unexpected darkness.
Screams of dread broke through Wynn's lively singing, piercing her ears like sharp daggers. An icy chill swept down his spine, and he ran towards the school... an ominous feeling overshadowing the joy that had enveloped him moments ago.
When he reached the door, he tried to open it, but it was locked with a key. His heart sank as he saw the devastating scene through the glass of the window.
Willian Thatcher, a sinister figure, stood over his daughter, whose clothes were torn and whose screams echoed around the room. An incandescent fury flared in Wynn's eyes, turning the melody of his song into a roar of rage. With ruthless determination, Wynn slammed his shoulders against the locked door. Each knock reverberated like thunder, echoing the anguish of a desperate father. The scene inside the room was a nightmare from which he wanted to awaken. Wynn was screaming for his daughter as he pressed his body against the door, and every minute the sight he saw through the window revealed Elizabeth's vulnerability, trapped in the arms of that monster.
Wynn, cursing and swearing, screamed for his daughter... he didn't have his gun, because he wasn't on mountie duty that day, but now he would blame himself for life for having left her in her protective box in the bedroom.
Anger boiled up inside Wynn, a father whose protective instinct had turned into an unstoppable force. Finally, with a deafening bang, the door gave way, throwing Wynn to the classroom floor. His eyes met Elizabeth's, who, in her eyes, was pleading for help and showing dread, yet radiating a spark of courage.
He looked over and saw Willian's hands trying to lift up his daughter's skirt, which had marks on her face and torn clothes.
Wynn's anger exploded as he grabbed Willian with a ferocity fueled by paternal love. In an act of brute force, he flung his assailant away, anger showing in every movement. Momentary silence hung in the room, broken only by Willian's muffled groans on the floor.
Willian got up and lunged at Wynn, the fight between them unleashing like a hurricane, a chaotic dance of punches and grunts echoing through the classroom. The ferocity of the confrontation cast even denser shadows over the already tense atmosphere. Willian, driven by a mixture of anger and despair, found the strength to resist...
With each blow exchanged, the room witnessed the duality of opposing forces. Wynn, determined to protect his daughter, deployed his paternal strength against Willian's uncontrolled fury.
Without warning, Willian advanced with a powerful punch towards Wynn, who, with quick reflexes, deftly dodged, sliding to the side and countering with a sharp kick towards Willian's abdomen.
The impact of the kick echoed through the alley, causing the thug to stagger momentarily, but he soon regained his balance and struck back with a sequence of punches aimed at Wynn's face. Each blow was a display of strength and accumulated anger.
Wynn, with determination in his eyes, blocked the punches expertly, dodging the most dangerous attacks. In a deft move, he took advantage of a gap and landed a straight punch to Willian's chin, knocking him back.
The fight was still intense and challenging. Sweat and blood dripped down the faces of the two combatants, their bodies showing the signs of battle. Every move was calculated, every blow delivered with precision.
The sound of punches and kicks echoed through the alley, mixed with grunts of effort and pain. Both were determined to win, to overcome their opponent.
With one last powerful blow, he knocked out the bandit, who fell to the ground with a deafening thud.
Gasping and with adrenaline still pulsing through his veins, Wynn moved away from William's fallen body, watching him with a mixture of triumph and exhaustion. The fight had come to an end, but the marks of the battle would remain in his memories.
Wynn, moved by compassion even in the midst of the struggle, reached out to help the man up, hoping to end the violence and arrest him without further trouble.
However, betrayal cast a shadow over this brief moment of compassion. In a treacherous gesture, Willian Thatcher, with wild eyes, pulled out a knife that was hidden in his clothes. The light from the blade glinted, foreshadowing a sinister turn of events.
Pain ripped through the air as Willian, in a treacherous move, drove the knife into Wynn's body. The scream of agony echoed, reverberating through the walls of the school. Wynn, taken aback by the betrayal, fell to the ground, his expression one of bewilderment mixed with pain.
Blood stained the floor, testifying to the brutal turn of events.
Willian, taking advantage of the fact that Wynn was lying on the ground in pain, picked up the huge vase of flowers and aimed straight at his head.
The echo of the betrayal was still in the air, Wynn's agonized moan, the air impregnated with the intensity of the battle, the smell of blood dripping onto the floor... time stood still for a brief moment, as if the atmosphere itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Suddenly, a bang cut through the air...
A gunshot echoed, its explosion resounding off the walls of the school. The sound was mixed with the noise of a body colliding with the ground. The suspense hung in the air, thick and palpable.
The room, now immersed in the gloom of betrayal, became a dark stage where the fate of those people hung on the thread of uncertainty.