Nick Vaughn and Caroline Woods were high school sweethearts and had been dating since the 9th grade. Two weeks after their high school graduation, Nick enlisted in the Army and was sent off to war in Afghanistan.
After being gone for a year, he was...
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The next day, Logan arrived at exactly six AM. I did some more laundry and by mid-morning, I had finished all my housework. "I need to go to the store, will you be tagging along?" I ask and grab my keys.
Before he can answer, the doorbell rang. "Are you expecting someone?" He asks.
I shake my head. "No..." I walk through the foyer and open the door.
"Caroline... Good old, depressing, controlling, Caroline." She whispers, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand.
"Louise?" I ask as she pushes past me and enters the living room. She walks up to the fireplace and stares at Nick's picture.
Logan comes up behind me. "Is she drunk?" He asks.
"I think so..."
"My baby boy... He left me so young..." She whispers and walks down to the flag. "This! This belongs to me!" She points and turns to me. "God save your soul, you demon! My baby's been gone for two days and you've already moved on to another army man! You-you she-devil!" She screams.
I froze, not knowing how to respond. "Now, Mrs. Vaughn, you don't understand. I was your son's best friend. My name's Lieutenant Logan Cook. I am also Caroline's assigned grieving officer..." He says as he extends his hand.
She refuses. "I don't care who you are! I'm sorry, Lieutenant, that you got assigned to a she-devil! That's all she is! A little demon who took my son away from me! And now it's my turn..." She cries as she pulls a knife out of her pocket.
Oh my God... Is this woman really going to try to kill me?
"Now, now, Mrs. Vaughn, we don't want to do such a thing... Imagine what your son would want." He says, reaching for his handgun.
I touch his shoulder as he glances at me. I shake my head. He sighs and watches Louise. "He doesn't want anything anymore! You know why? Because he's dead! All because of her!" She screams pointing the knife at me.
"Me, huh? All because of me?" I ask, my anger rising in my chest. "Do you know what he said about you? You just wanted to control him! You wanted him to follow in his father's footsteps even though you knew he was nothing like your husband!" I yell, walking toward her.
"He wouldn't have been happy but he would still be alive, now wouldn't he?" She cries, falling to her knees. I slowly proceed toward her as Logan follows. Before I can grab the knife, she lunges toward me. Logan intervenes as I dodge her blow. He takes her down from behind in a sleeper hold.
"I'm sorry, Louise. But you're not yourself..." I whisper as she passes out. Logan lets her go as I grab my phone and call Nick's father.
"Caroline?" He answers.
"Yes. I need you to come by the house and pick up your wife."
"What? Why? She's supposed to be visiting her sister, she left this morning."
