Chapter 21

Karen's POV:

"Stay the hell away from me," I fired angrily at him.

"Come here, Karen," He ordered.

"Leave me alone. I want to go home," I bloated annoyed.

"If I have to come over there to get you, you won't like the outcome. Now be a good girl and come here," He commanded.

I searched through the sink and picked up a knife. I pointed it at him vividly.

"Stay away from me," I threatened, leaving a smile on my face.

"Don't pull a knife on me unless you're prepared to use it," He crossed his arms

"Oh. I will use it."

"Come on then. I'm right here. Take your best shot."

"Give me the keys to the car," I ordered.

"Yeah? That won't be happening," He rolled his eyes.

Why isn't he scared of the knife? Now what do I do? Could I stab him? Yes, I could do it this time around.

I had lear