I slumped to the floor dramatically. "Owen can't live without me, and I can't live without him! Unless I'm dead, you'll never separate us!"
While I was wondering why Owen had been so quiet, I suddenly saw him pressing a kitchen knife against Simon's throat. Simon's parents panicked instantly, but Simon still thought Owen was just trying to scare him.
"Owen, I'll count to three! Put the knife down now, or I'll kill you!" Simon threatened.
"One... two..." But he never got to "three" because Owen's knife had already come down.
"Help! Call the police!" Screams filled the air as Owen, not satisfied with one strike, continued his assault.
Owen shouted, "You want to separate me from my mom? I hate your stupid pot roasts and your meatloaves. I only want the burgers Mom buys me! I hate studying; I only want to play games!
"Why do you care so much about the money I spend? Am I not your child?"
Simon's parents were paralyzed by the sight of blood pooling on the floor. By the time they
