The soil was strewn everywhere, and the white urns were glaring in the sunlight.
"What are you doing!" I shouted.
I pushed John to the ground, my hands shaking as I tried to cover the graves back up.
Caught off guard, John fell and when he regained his composure, he was livid,
"Emily, what's gotten into you!"
Jessica Hernandez brushed the dirt off John, her concern evident as she tried to calm him,
"Emily, you're going too far! This isn’t even your family's grave, why are you so upset? And you’ve hurt John."
"You stalked him before, and now you're attacking him. I don't know how John has put up with you all these years!"
"How do you know this isn't my family's grave?!" I screamed, grabbing a shovel and swinging it wildly at them.
"You killed my family and now you want to dig out their ashes. John Garcia and Jessica Hernandez, may lightning strike you down!"
John shielded Jessica behind him, his hand turning red where I hit him.
Bodyguards rushed from all directions and pinned me down.
My face was pressed into the cold earth, and tears blurred my vision.
I wanted nothing more than to tear them apart.
John looked at me with a mixture of hatred and discomfort, swallowing hard,