29. PAST SECRETS

HENRY'S POV

I jerk out of the sleeping bag, sweating in the dark of the night.

Fuck!.

I scuffle around for a glow stick, pointing it over my wrist watch. It says 1 am and I vividly remember falling asleep 10 minutes past 12. I lay still for a few more long minutes, staring blankly at the roof of the tent.

I don't always like to admit it, but I was fucking scared. Scared that I would never defeat my uncle, and that he knows that very well. The fear of what might happen if he manages to win once again. The lives that would be lost, the families that would be torn apart.

As time pass It becomes more and more glaring that I will have to one day, soon, fight my own uncle for power. The one who killed my mother and father in cold blood. For years I have been run by the inert rage to find him and rip life out of him. But now I suddenly think of the possibility that maybe I am weak, maybe I will never be able to rip life out of him.

I still refuse to believe that the power I think I need to de