Frida

I stare at Stanley dumbfounded as blood spills out of his mouth. He doesn’t even look like he is in pain more as he still stares at me with a smug expression on his face.

“Are you crazy?” I snarl.

“No, just in love,” Stan replies. More blood spills out of his mouth.

Love?

No, he is just trying to charm me now. He is not in love with me!

I quickly run upstairs and grab a roll of paper towels, then run back to Stanley. I rip out a few pieces and shove them inside his mouth ...