Punt: a British Bad Boy Football Romance
“Jasper climbed out of his twin-sized bed and went to the open door, glancing left and right, searching the dense tree line to find her. She was somewhere beyond the clearing, somewhere out in the woods. The smell of smoke wafted in, giving him chills. He heard gunfire, shouts.
“Jasper!” The voice was different this time. Not Maddie’s young voice. Older, filled with pain.
It was his mother’s cry. Suddenly she was there with him, behind him. He could smell her lilac perfume. He could feel her weak hands grasp the back of his shirt.
Turning around, he saw that his mother was hurt, cut and bruised all over, bleeding from so many wounds. She opened her mouth to speak, and blood poured out.
Desperate, she reached for him. Before he could respond, Jasper heard a gunshot. His mother crumpled to the ground, motionless. Looking around, he saw no gunman.
Crouching, he gently rolled his mother’s frail body over to check her pulse.
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