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Brittany touched her red face and looked at
Mark.
He would never hit her, but for my sake, he
did it.
“It’s her fault that you don’t love me.”
“Three years ago, I ended it with her, I
swear.”
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Mark looked nervous and told me, but I didn’t
care.
I told them to get out, and never come back.
Mark’s face was white, and he scowled.
Brittany was angry, and blamed me. She
grabbed a chair and threw it at me.
Mark stood beside me, and I pulled him away,
dodging the chair.
“You want to die!”
Brittany yelled and grabbed some medicine.
I had enough and grabbed her leg.
She was on the ground.
“Sorry, slipped.”
“You’ll pay for this!”
Mark grabbed her hair and said, “If you hurt
her, I’ll kill you.”
Brittany laughed and cried.
“You were good for a time, but now you don’t
care about me.”
“SLAP!”
“Shut up!”
Mark hit her hard and looked at me.
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“We had fun in front of his wife, you loved it,
but didn’t say anything.”
Brittany was trying to make me mad, but I
didn’t react.
“Are you a woman?”
I laughed. “Am I a woman? Not for you to say,
you need to handle the other part of your
body, maybe she kicked it in.”
“If you want a man like Mark, then take him.”
Mark took a step back, hurt.
Do you feel the pain I felt?
I left.
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“Only I love you the most…”
“AHHHH!”
Brittany touched the lower part of her body
and cried.
Mark had stabbed her with a knife.
Brittany was bleeding.
“It’s all your fault that she doesn’t love me!”
“You wanted to hurt her, I told you I’d make
you pay.”
Brittany was terrified and started crawling
back.
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I was at the door when I heard her cry for
help. I had to go back.
Mark was stabbing her.
“Mark, stop, you’ll go to jail.”
Mark stopped and looked at me, his face
covered in blood.
“I killed her for you, she wanted to kill you.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Brittany was dead.
Mark walked over to me.
He rested his head on my shoulder.
“Can you hold me again?”
I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, so I put my hands
around him.
The police rushed in with guns.
My hands were up in the air, and Mark was
on the ground.
“Let me go, she was about to hold me.”
I walked over and the police tried to stop me.
“He won’t kill me.”
If I could let him go, then I would.
“Mark, this is the last time.”
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He cried in my arms.
He told me he was sorry, and he deserved
everything.
He turned to look at me as they took him
away.
“Are you okay?”
My friend came out, he had been watching.
He called the police, and they were patrolling
the mountain.
I thanked him and left the village.
The police car with Mark drove off.
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This was the end.
Goodbye, Mark!
