Chapter 13: Confrontation

Stuart reached the bottom of the staircase and peeked around the door into the kitchen. He was carrying a flick knife!

"Where are you?" He called out.

He walked into the hallway and through the door of the living room. He caught sight of Sam and Phil cuddling on the sofa. The same sofa that he and Sam had made love on only a week beforehand.

"Hello Spew." Phil said in a sarcastic voice. "You know with your stealth skills im surprised that you passed your sergeants exams. We heard you coming from a mile away."

"Shut your mouth Hunter!" Stuart spat, his voice full of hatred.

"Or what? You'll knife me?" Phil shouted loudly. "Don't play games Spew, I've seen your little pocket knife. Do you honestly think you're even gonna get close enough to stab me?"

"I wasn't going for you." Stuart said quietly staring at Sam. Imagining every possible way to inflict as much pain as necessary on her tiny, fragile body. "You know if you hadn't finished with me this wouldn't have happened. We would still be going strong."

"No Stuart. We wouldn't, we couldn't. I liked Phil. More than I ever liked you."

"Liar! Just because you couldn't keep you hands of his dick!"

"Excuse me! Why don't you just suck my cock you piece of mother-fucking shit?" Phil screamed at him.

"No thanks. Sam's gob's probably been on it so…it's a no im afraid."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE! SHUT UP!"

Stuart and Phil both looked at Sam, then each other. Stuart ran forward and head butted Phil right in the forehead. Sam shrieked. Phil grabbed hold of Stuart's throat and slammed him up against the wall, not caring about the knife.

"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN OR I WILL KILL YOU DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU WORTHLESS ARSEWIPE!" With that Phil dragged him out of the house and threw him out onto the street.

"Now why don't just get lost!" With that Phil slammed the door on him.