Chapter 37

• Nick got on top of him and began to hit him, like the boy from the museum but this time worse. It got to the point where he had blood on his hands. I couldn't see Jackson's face as Nick's back was blocking my view, but I knew he was tearing him apart.
• With the little strength I had left, I walked towards him and placed both hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him away. If he keeps hitting him like this, he's going to kill him.
• My pushes weren't of any help, he didn't move and he didn't stop hitting him. Jackson's face was covered in blood and he was trying to cover his face or defend himself with his hands.