"If I'd known then what you'd become, I never would have let you through my door," I snarled at him, kitchen knife in hand. What was I going to do with it? Honestly, I didn't know yet.
But it made me feel safer.
"You should've known!" He howled, tearing his hands down his face, a madman burning. "You should have known what you would do!"
"What I would do? Don't you blame me for this! I never asked for this! " His eyes burned in the light of the flames and I wondered if the phone had been caught in them yet. Could I reach it? Would he let me?
"But I do blame you, Bella. And now you're going to pay for it." He pulled the gun from the waistband of his jeans.
My breath stuck in my throat: what could I say? I loved him? For in truth, I didn't any more, I hated him. My head spun with the heat, the noise of the fire alarm piercing my senses.
"Goodbye," he sobbed, tears mingling with the sweat on his face. "I really love you, Bella, I really do. But if I can't have you, noone else can."