I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to hear more of Lizbeth's words.
The car soon reached a factory on the outskirts of the city.
There was a guy inside the building and was barely breathing. His eyes were full of hatred when he looked at me. But the moment he saw Lizbeth, his eyes turned red and he lunged at her like a mad dog.
“You’ll rot in hell!”
“You've touched my man and now threatening me?” Lizbeth kicked him hard in the chest. “Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson last time.” She pulled out a knife.
“Nobody touched your man, you crazy woman!” The man cursed wildly. “Lizbeth, you—”
Before he could finish, the blade was already in his chest.
She turned to me, a small smile playing on her lips. “Sorry! I hurt him before you did! I got too angry and can't stop myself.”
Lizbeth then pressed the knife into my hand, guiding it the way she’d once taught me. Her hand covered mine.
I didn’t remember how many times I stabbed the random guy. Before I knew it, blood had covered the floor like a lake spilling on the floor.
Each strike felt like it went straight through my own heart.
When we walked out of the factory, she hugged me tightly under the setting sun.