Chapter 18: Vindictive Little Bitch

Deciding to have a talk with her before Eric does, I rush downstairs first thing in the morning.  Going into the kitchen, I approach her and ask, "What is your problem?"

On the defensive, she turns away from the stove and faces me.  She answers mildly annoyed, "I beg your pardon?"

Walking closer, I don't see the steak knife in her hand, but feel that something is really off.  I ask cautiously, "Do you really hate me this much that you would intentionally try to get rid of me or do you want Eric so much you would?  I can understand the later, but I have never done anything to you so why would you hate me?"

She walks over to me with the knife in her pocket and stands within a few inches of me, before she says rather loudly, "I could never hate you.  It had nothing to do with that.  Honestly, it had everything to do with the fact that I owed someone for saving my life and now I have repaid them."  She produces the knife from he