It felt like time took forever to go by. I could hear him moving around through the house. It made my skin crawl to know this man thought he could hurt Thomas then hurt me and I would let him around our children. It was time for this monster to be put to sleep. I glanced out of the window and saw it was starting to get dark. Then there was a knock at the door. "Sweetheart, are you awake in there?" "Yes I am darling, is there something you need?"
The door flew open and I saw the rage in his eyes. "Where is my knife?!" "What knife? " "You know what knife. The one by you on the counter this morning. Now, where is it?" "I don't have your knife." He grabbed me by the throat. Squeezing so hard that I couldn't breathe. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Where is that knife?" He loosened his grip enough for me to say under the pillow.