“Why would she? You’ve done nothing but push her away. She wanted help and you laughed in her face.”
“Who are you?” Tate asked him suddenly. The guy stopped moving and tilted his head.
“I’m her friend. That’s all that matters.”
I stood up straight and moved to stand beside Tate. I wanted a good look at this guy. Could it be who I thought it was?
“Jules?” I asked. His face suddenly hardened, and he stepped under a streetlamp. My face fell. It wasn’t. I didn’t know who this guy was. His hand went to his jeans pocket and before Tate could shove me back fast enough the stranger’s hand was out and lunging towards me. I let out a gasp as the knife he’d brought out pierced deep into my side.
I dropped to the ground instantly. Tate tried to catch me, but the guy lunged for him as well. Tate dropped me and hurled himself at the attacker. They both collapsed and began rolling around in a struggle. The strange man was bulkier than my husband, but Tate was full of pure rage.
I was struggling to breathe as I reached for my side. It was wet and the pain unbearable. He had gotten me right above the hip bone, to the right of my belly button. What was there? My body began to shake with shock. Did he hit something bad? My eyes closed against my will as the two men continued to fight.
I heard Tate shouting about calling 911 but I couldn’t reach my phone without taking a hand off my stomach. I tried to tell him so, but I couldn’t speak. Finally, I couldn’t focus enough to watch them anymore and I closed my eyes for the last time. I heard the clinking sound of the knife hitting the concrete before I slipped into unconsciousness.
