The Knife
*Violet's POV* As I pull the knife out of the butcher block, I can feel my heart rate increasing. I walk over behind the couch where Harper is sitting. This is the part Kane and I argued most over. He wanted to be the one to do it, but I don’t know how to use a gun. “No. I don’t think that. I think a knife is more your style,” Kane says to him. As I raise the knife up over my head, I don’t allow myself any time to consider my options before I bend over so that my head is about level with his, and then I plunge the knife down into his chest, right where his black heart should be. I let go and back away immediately. He does exactly what I had hoped he would do. He grabs onto the knife with both hands and attempts to pry it out. Now his fingerprints will be the only ones on there. I walk
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