Jessica stared at the knife in her hand and the one in Chris' hand. Frightened out of her wits. Droplets of sweat trickled down the side of her face and her forehead.
She wanted to open her mouth to speak, to tell him she would actually do it. Maybe then he would have been frightened. But fear's grip around her throat made it impossible for her to speak even a single word.
"Chris!" Michael exclaimed. "J*sus! Put the god damn knife away this instant!"
"No dad! She said she wants to kill herself, this is what she wants. I can't stand idle and watch her suffer when I can just help her out now can I?" There was a psychotic twist to his tone.
"Use your god damn words!" Michael yelled. He wanted to approach his son, but even he was scared of the knife in his hand. He turned to look at hi
