An idea for a scene in Pathfinder.
I dropped to my knees, my hands covered my eyes as tears began to form, a lump the size of a tennis ball in my throat, I can bearly speak, I manage to force out my mouth.
“I’m gonna kill him, I’m going to kill him”
Danny places his gentle hands on my shoulders attempting to console me, yeah like anything he could say would help,
“your not a killing Cheryl”
He softly wisps in my ears as his arms embrace me
“I AM GOING TO KILL HIM DANNY, I don’t care”
I said with a fierce tone, one much harsher than Danny is used to hearing from me.
“I want him dead, how could he do this to me!”
I said as the rage grew inside me, like a tidal wave building to its invariable crash, I felt my hands being to heat as a fireball began its ignition.