There was almost literally fire burning in Lance’s eyes, and without thinking he slapped Anna straight across the cheek. With such a hard blow, it was surprising Anna didn’t drop Taylor. She did however let him slide down her pant leg onto the floor. Anna was the only real family Taylor had ever known, and even at just 4 years old, he felt the wave of anger & protection fly over him as he watched Lance strike his mother. He screamed as loud as he could and grabbed Lance’s leg, digging his nails and clawing as much as he could.

The next few seconds went by so quickly.

“NO!” Anna screamed as Lance pulled a knife out of his pocket aiming for Taylor. Anna dove infront of her son, ripping him away from Lance at the same time. Suddenly a sharp excruciating pain dug into Anna’s stomach. She couldn’t breathe as she fell backwards.
“MAMA!!!” she heard Taylor cry.
She looked down slowly as everything was starting to fade. The knife in her stomach was the last thing she saw, before she blacked out.