The Story of Us

~flashback continued~

"Faye," he says, turning to face me with a knife in his hand. "I really didn't want this to end like this."

I back out of the room and into the hallway that leads to the front door. "Peirce, what are you doing? Put the knife down!"

He shakes his head. "I need to teach you a lesson."

He's in front of me in two strides, and has the knife close to my face. "Peirce, please! Stop!"

"Not until I know that you've learned your lesson."

"Peirce! Stop!"

He swings the knife at me, but I don't move away fast enough to completely avoid the blow. Pain blooms on my right collarbone. I touch a hand to it and it comes back red with my blood.

I look at him with horror etched in every crevice on my face. "What have you done?!"

"This is how you will learn your lesson."

I open the door behind me and back outside.

I run and run and run and run until my legs feel like they're on fire.

I need to get to the hospital.