"What did you just do?" I ask Michael, my frightened eyes staring at the pool of blood gushing out of the lanky guy's back. Michael looks back at me with a horrified expression.
The knife drops from his hand, clattering on the floor. I look down at it, a chill running down my bones on seeing the blood dripping from it.
I allow my gaze to travel from the knife to the guy's slowly dying body and then back to the knife.
"I did what I had to do. That motherfucker almost strangled you." he replies with a nonchalant shrug.
At that point I begin questioning if ending someone's life is that easy for him. Who exactly did I get married to?
"And so you stabbed him?" I shoot back, still shocked to my bones.
"Yes, Samantha. It's either that or you could have been the one lying there. Do you want to be the one half dead and gone?"
I peep at his pulse, squinting my eyes for a better view. When I notice that it is no longer moving, my heart jumps.
