A storm is coming up. Just like the night Cassie died. I’m in my wheelchair on the porch remembering. I don’t always need the chair, but sometimes my leg hurts very badly. My close friend Allison comes by now and then. She is a wonderful lover, almost as good as Cassie. I love it when she is on top.

Mike Cousins was always trying to steal Cassie. She said it would never happen. And like a fool, I believed her. After three years, I believed her.

It was just before St. Valentine’s Day. A storm was coming up. I was going to go into Teddy’s for a beer and I drove around to the back parking lot. That’s when I saw Mike’s car, and someone was with him. Yes, it was Cassie. I was furious, but what could I do? So, I went home.

Allison came by that night. She knew something was wrong. I told her what I had seen, and she blew her stack. She reminded me of all of the things I had done for Cassie, and how Mike unceremoniously dumped her at a party. We decided to get our evens by scaring them. Pounding on the glass, that type of a scare. But when we got there our anger increased. I looked at Allison, she returned a devilish smile. It was easy to see they were both drunk.

I pulled open the car door and then grabbed Mike’s knife from the dash. I pushed him back into the car and went to the door by Cassie. I pulled open the door and began stabbing Cassie. Allison opened the hatch on her car and pulled out a body bag. Mike and Cassie were covered in blood, but so was I. I had lifted her from the car to the body bag. I left the knife in Mike’s hand embedded in the seat.