---------------------------- She trusted him, and gave him all. A fool, she felt she was, when she saw the intimacy of them both in the photos. Still, she gave him the benefit of doubt. Perhaps, the pictures were technically edited. Perhaps, they were coerced into some scam. Laverne gripped the knife and got to her feet. She scanned the room and her surroundings warily. Stumbling before the girl, she asked, “Who are you? Why are you in the photos with my boyfriend..?” Without waiting for an answer, she stood before him and asked again, “Why Greg? What happened?” He mumbled, “Sorry baby, it was love at first sight.” He yelped as another lash struck onto him. “Love? What right have you got to talk about loving my girl?” the gruff man lashed and spit at him. Laverne fell to the floor. She reminisced about the memories they once shared. The images blurred in her tear-filled eyes. The knife dropped from her loosened grip and she ran her fingers over the cold blade. Suddenly, the gruff man rushed towards her and fell on top of her. He took the knife and raised it on top of her. ----------------------------