Luther Is Beaten To A Pulp

WHITNEY'S POV

I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was lying on the floor by my wide open door. I have no idea how long I have been unconscious.

At first, I couldn't remember what happened and why I was lying on the floor. I became confused and my mind was in disarray.

For reasons I couldn't fathom, my heart was racing and I was feeling anxious. My mind was in turmoil as if something was wrong. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my nerves.

I closed my eyes and felt more relaxed. After some seconds, my memory became clear and the events that happened in my room before I lost consciousness started falling into place.

I recalled how I was narrating my ordeal to my brother and he became enraged. Suddenly, I recalled when he said Luther must die and vowed that Luther will not live to see tomorrow and that he was going to his room.

I recalled when he stalked furiously out of the room and I was running after him before I lost my balance and passed out.

"Oh, my goodness! Marti