Celeste did a double-take, then went straight to check things out.
The next thing she saw, up on the third floor, was Mason's upper body hanging out a window, with one
hand clutching the window frame for dear life and the other wrestling with a knife-wielding hand that
reached out from inside.
The blade was dangerously close to his neck, and she could see the bright red blood dripping down his
hand.
Just as Celeste got a good look, the knife-wielder took another swipe, but Mason dodged it by a hair's
breadth, his grip on the man's wrist unyielding.
The sound of shattering glass from below drew the attention of many neighbors. They popped their
heads out for a look but quickly retreated, seemingly unfazed by all the commotion.
“Holy smokes, has this dude lost it?!"
Trisha was unbuckling her seat belt as she spoke. “I'm going up to help Mr. Fletcher. Letti, You go get
some help!"
Without waiting for a response, she bolted out the car door.
That reckless girl! Did she think that knife was a toy? Celeste frowned in worry, continuing her 911 call
while grabbing her purse to follow her.
Trisha rushed up to the third floor to see a half-open door, from which she could hear a low, menacing
voice.
"You must be her lover, huh? She wants a divorce? Sure thing. I'll see you both in hell!"
After pushing open the door, Trisha found the room in chaos. There was a woman by the table who
was unconscious and bloody. And there by the window, a bare-chested man was wielding a knife and
cursing a blue streak, with Mason's feet dangling in mid-air, looking like he was about to be thrown out
any second.
Quickly scanning the room, Trisha grabbed a glass and hurled it at the man's head.
She had a strong aim, but was short and the man moved just as she threw the glass, causing it to hit
his neck instead of the back of his head.
The glass shattered, cutting the man’s neck. He paused to wipe off the blood, but seeing red only
enraged him further. He turned and charged at Trisha, knife in hand.
"Bitch, you dare hit me?!" Terrified, Trisha turned tail and ran the moment he spun around.
With the man distracted, Mason managed to pull himself back in. He grabbed a clothes rod and gave
chase.
As Trisha made her escape, she bumped into Celeste, who'd just caught up. "Letti, run! He's gone
crazy!" She cried.
But before she could finish, the man was hot on their heels. Celeste shoved Trisha behind her,
spraying the man in the face with pepper spray.
The man screamed in pain, rubbing his eyes and slashing around with his knife while cursing, "Bitch, I'll
kill you!”
His vision was impaired, and his movements became erratic. Celeste pulled Trisha away and ran.
Hearing the commotion, a neighbor cracked the door open. The man heard this and lunged towards the
door. Luckily, the neighbor was quick to slam the door shut.
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