There’s another cough, this time by the bed.
It’s Mum. She’s alive!
Michael storms towards Ben, ramming the stun-g*n baton into his neck. There’s a massive crackling sound of electricity and Ben cries out in agony, rolling off Pritchard’s body.
“Get out of my house!” I scream, charging into the bedroom. “You bastard!” Swinging my arms hysterically, I slam my knuckles into the side of Michael’s head. With a painful wail, he drops the baton, covering his head with both arms.
“You stupid b***h!” he bellows, standing up, his face red and creased with ferocity. “You shouldn’t have done—”
Before he can finish his sentence, Mum drives a lamp into his face, the bulb shattering, the ceramic cracking. Michael falls back, hitting his head on the windowsill.
“Get up!” I cry, pulling Ben’s limp b
