Fatal Affection, Bitter End

atched the frantic beat of my heart. It had been like this for three days, a storm th

e bus, it

the bus, E

with a fanaticism I knew all too well. She was trying to d

seat, her knuckles white. Tears streamed down her face,

n' t! The exam

Susan shrieked, her voice raw.

face a pathetic mask of hope. For twenty years, he had failed the college entrance exam. Twe

strict could arrange to get students from our flooded neighborhood t

miliar, washed over me. Th

ed. I had tried to reason with Susan. She

r chance. Mark, of course, failed again. Cons

had served us a special celebratory toast. The poison was swift. As

im! You stole

. It was a promise of what

ere would be

pelled me forward. I grabbed S

I said, my voice

hock. "David! What are you doing? Th

ughter' s life," I bit out,

bus, already on edg

rong with t

ned that seat! Get

fury on the closest target. She lunged at E

. Emily cried out, stumbling back, her hand flying

was about to break, a voice crac

now compromised due to floodwaters. I repeat, the route

c er

nts yelled at the driver, dem

She looked at Mark, a triumphant, c

destiny! The universe