However, he wasn’t done yet. Right before my eyes, he took out his phone and dialed Auntie’s number.
Before I could figure out what he was about to do, with a panicked voice, he yelled loudly to the phone, "Leslie! Joey has gone crazy! He didn’t just hit me, he tried to kill me!”
My auntie had not had a chance respond, before he hung up abruptly. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he dragged me and leaped into the pool with me in tow.
The sharp, chemical sting of chlorine filled my nose as he shoved me underwater.
I could not swim, moreover I suffered from claustrophobia. So, I became panic.
My limbs were flailing wildly, I felt as though I were being swallowed by an unending whirlpool. My vision blurred, my senses dulled and I spiraled deeper into fear.
In the haze, I thought I saw Auntie leaping into the water, reaching out her hand toward me. For a fleeting moment, I believed salvation was at hand. However, her hand passed me by and she grabbed him instead.
***
When I woke up, I was in the hospital room. Beside me, sat an imposing middle-aged man. He looked sternly at me while his mouth chewing gum. It was Harry.
"Harry," I croaked weakly. "Why am I here?"