“Laura Jefferson, you didn’t want to marry me, huh? Well, let’s see how you plan to marry anyone else once you have HIV-
I stared at the blood dripping from his knife, terror coursing through my veins. I could hear my parents shouting, “Laura!”
I saw them pushing through the crowd, desperately trying to reach me.
Bang!
A deafening gunshot echoed through the room. A bullet struck Jake’s arm, the one holding the knife.
“Ahhh!” he screamed, and the knife clattered to the floor. Almost immediately, my dad pulled me into his arms, holding me tight.
over, it’s over,” my dad said, as if reassuring himself as much as me.
The police rushed forward and swiftly restrained Jake. His parents and uncle tried to make a break for it,
