Chapter 107
Jake’s POV,
The next thing I remembered was that someone was pulling me away while I was trying my best to keep throwing those punches. Holding me, locking me, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t, my body feels heavy. I fluttered my body, I winged my hands, I threw kicks and punches and none of them worked, I was locked into stronger arms stronger than my existence. And there he stayed on the floor, nose bleeding, face all corked, shirt ripped, Roch was on the fool looking at me like I've been the one thrashing him. I don’t know what I've done, I don’t know if I really could’ve done it. But why else would my hands be burning like they’ve been set on fire? Why else would I feel like someone is digging nails on my hands? Why else is my breathing destroyed and even when I do my best to
