He screamed, the knife instantly falling from his hands.
Without thinking, I grabbed it with both hands and I stabbed.
I couldn’t see past the anger in my heart. I just lifted my hands and kept stabbing him over and over again. He screamed, trying to fight me off. I wasn’t sure if he just wasn’t strong enough, or if my anger had given me superhuman strength.
The sound of metal entering flesh filled the air, but it still wasn’t enough to banish the thoughts roaming in my head. I could feel his hands over me, could still smell his breath on my skin. Nothing took that away, not even the sounds of his screams getting softer until it became silent.
I wasn’t sure how long I stabbed him for, but by the time I came back to, there was blood everywhere.
Ethan was barely recognizable, and I was
