It hurt Sam so much to run now. His body couldn’t hold out against the throbbing pain caused by the dagger protruding from his left thigh. God, it was killing him!

“Sweetheart!” she called,”where are you?” God he loved her so much. Why did she turn on him?

The pain increased so that it left Sam’s leg completely limp. It hung there like a man holding on the edge of a cliff just barely there.

His memories of him kissing her softly teased him while he limped behind a tall oak. He could still hear her, with anger in her voice. Sam glanced around. A branch lay ahead of him. “Oh Honey!” he yelled to her.

She ran toward him, another blade ready to kill. Sam lunged at the branch, grabbed with one hand and swung to his right catching the side of Bridget’s head. She fell down onto the cold ground.

She lay there, poised like a model. He had to and he would. the animal of revenge took him over as he plunged the kitchen knife deep into her smooth skin, breaking her like she broke his heart.*