Mayra's p.o.v
"Sùck my dìck Mayra" Omar tells me. Instead, I grab the knife and I slice his pènis off. Omar is now yelling in pain. I have never heard anyone yell that loud, ever. There is blood everywhere. I can't look at this. I close my eyes. Breathe in and out. I keep repeating. I open my eyes and Omar is now on the floor. His dìck is on the floor next to him. The knife still in my hand. I stand up. "Omar, I didn't take you for a ràpist" I say. "Kristine, go outside and call 911" he yells. "I am going to kìll you, fùcking bìtch" Kristine yells, completely ignoring Omar and charges at me. I don't know why or how, but my first instinct is to use the knife. I bring it up and when she swings at me, I stab her with the knife. I step back and the knife is inserted into her left eye. "Oh fùc
