Jake’s POV
As the knife feels very sharp against my throat and like I don’t even know what to do.
“Who are you?” A person asks but with an accent.
“I’m Jake” I reply hoping the knife is removed from my neck.
“How did you get here? What are doing sitting on the ground?” He asks questions.
“I don’t have anything in my hand and I just came here at the farm house.” I say as I show them my hands.
After a moment someone says something and then the knife is no longer on my neck which is a relive but still who are these people?
Like I thought this was an isolated area which is owned by Jer’s family. I just have a feeling this is not going to be good.
As I move my hands the knife is again placed on my neck, and I just say “I’m just getting up doing nothing.”
“Okay get up” The one who speak
