"You can't talk like that! Pascoe!" Iva shouted with teary eyes.
"No! I will not stop! Just abort them! I don't care about them!"
Iva pulled Pascoe's shirt off and slapped him once more,
"JUST KILL THEM!"
-SLAP
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM!"
-SLAP
"IF MOM CAN LIVE WITH THEIR DEATHS, THEY BETTER BE DEAD!"
Iva's anger peaked, and she intended to slap Pascoe with all her strength,
"IVA!" Peter rushed forward and intervened, pulling Pascoe's arm away from Iva. Pascoe struggled against Peter's hand.
"HOW LONG CAN I LIVE WITH YOU IF THIS KEEPS UP?
IF YOU REALLY LOVE ME! YOU HAVE TO KILL THEM BOTH!
I KNOW MOM WILL DIE! SO PLEASE LEAVE THEM ALONE AND STAY ALIVE WITH ME!
WITHOUT MOM I'LL BE LONELY!"
The tears that had been pooling in Iva's eyes began to fall down her cheeks, soaking her blanket.
For Pascoe, it was the first time he had ever seen his mother cry.
