Freddie runs into Sam's room. His face is bleeding. He's crying.
"Freddie! What happened?!" screams Sam. Freddie points to Sam's mom in the hall, who's holding a machine gun.
"MOM! I love him!"
"Nobody breaks up with my Sammy!"
"It wasn't like that! We bought agreed it wasn't working out," insists Sam.
"Too late." Bullets tear up the room.
"FREDDIE! I love you! Don't leave me!"
"SAM!" yells Freddie.
Is he doomed?
To be continued...