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She approaches me in the doorway, taking my hand in hers like a small child. She caresses me slowly, pulling me into a kiss. Tightly I embrace her, smelling her sweet perfume and like the fool I am, I push her away.

"Why?" She asks in her soft voice.

"Janie… You killed my brother."

Plump red lips tighten like she was going to say something harsh.

"He came at me. Attacked me."

"I know, I see where he hit you."

"Then why are you being so cold?"

Why was I being cold? Her question seemed to rip my heart out. I tightened my fist,
"Janie."

"Mark." Her response tainted with knowing that she was going to win my heart.

"Why? Why do you want me?"

"I love you, I have always loved you. Mark, you broke my heart; torn it to shreds. I made my desires known and you pushed me away. Your brother saw this, even though the foul beast with a thick skull could see that I was hurting."

"Janie, I'm so, so sorry."

"But I have you, to love and comfort me. You're never going to be able to completely heal the damage that you done to my heart."

"I know, but I can do what I can."
We slowly move further into my apartment and into the bedroom. We made love, passionate love. She gripped my right arm tightly with both of hers. I remain awake, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles over and over. I knew what she done and I knew that she was. She was a murder, a cold-blooded murder. She shot my brother and then lied her way out of it. How could I live with myself? I love the one that killed Joseph.

Joseph. Brother. What should I do? Your Brother is a fool. Help your Brother made a choice… What should I do?

I waited in silence, Janie's rhythmic breathing keeping a steady tempo; helping me count the minutes.

Hours of silence, breathing; silent tears from me, faint moans from Janie. I would be a monster if I allowed a creature like this to remain here. Prison wouldn't hold her, she was too persuasive, an actress. I fell for her lies, now I'm trapped. She know that I understand what happened; and I would tell the police. She would be arrested, held for months, court, sentencing, she would go to jail and somehow escape. She would then hunt down my wife and two sons. I shuddered at the thought.

I grab in the darkness the glass from the bedside table, and the bottle of whiskey. I self medicated, swirling the contents in the glass before tossing it back. The burning didn't faze me; I poured another, tossed it back. I allowed myself to torture my soul in silence. I abandoned the glass and took to drinking straight from the bottle; the alcohol content quickly disappeared into my body. Relaxing, on the verge of passing out, I let the bottle slide out of my hand and to the floor with a dull thud.

Tomorrow, I take care of my problem. She will die.

Description
She approaches me in the doorway, taking my hand in hers like a small child. She caresses me slowly, pulling me into a kiss. Tightly I embrace her, smelling her sweet perfume and like the fool I am, I push her away.

"Why?" She asks in her soft voice.

"Janie… You killed my brother."

Plump red lips tighten like she was going to say something harsh.

"He came at me. Attacked me."

"I know, I see where he hit you."

"Then why are you being so cold?"

Why was I being cold? Her question seemed to rip my heart out. I tightened my fist,
"Janie."

"Mark." Her response tainted with knowing that she was going to win my heart.

"Why? Why do you want me?"

"I love you, I have always loved you. Mark, you broke my heart; torn it to shreds. I made my desires known and you pushed me away. Your brother saw this, even though the foul beast with a thick skull could see that I was hurting."

"Janie, I'm so, so sorry."

"But I have you, to love and comfort me. You're never going to be able to completely heal the damage that you done to my heart."

"I know, but I can do what I can."
We slowly move further into my apartment and into the bedroom. We made love, passionate love. She gripped my right arm tightly with both of hers. I remain awake, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles over and over. I knew what she done and I knew that she was. She was a murder, a cold-blooded murder. She shot my brother and then lied her way out of it. How could I live with myself? I love the one that killed Joseph.

Joseph. Brother. What should I do? Your Brother is a fool. Help your Brother made a choice… What should I do?

I waited in silence, Janie's rhythmic breathing keeping a steady tempo; helping me count the minutes.

Hours of silence, breathing; silent tears from me, faint moans from Janie. I would be a monster if I allowed a creature like this to remain here. Prison wouldn't hold her, she was too persuasive, an actress. I fell for her lies, now I'm trapped. She know that I understand what happened; and I would tell the police. She would be arrested, held for months, court, sentencing, she would go to jail and somehow escape. She would then hunt down my wife and two sons. I shuddered at the thought.

I grab in the darkness the glass from the bedside table, and the bottle of whiskey. I self medicated, swirling the contents in the glass before tossing it back. The burning didn't faze me; I poured another, tossed it back. I allowed myself to torture my soul in silence. I abandoned the glass and took to drinking straight from the bottle; the alcohol content quickly disappeared into my body. Relaxing, on the verge of passing out, I let the bottle slide out of my hand and to the floor with a dull thud.

Tomorrow, I take care of my problem. She will die.