For a while. I felt rooted to the floor. It was going to be farewell time soon but their was a magnetic chemistry that kept me hinged to the young lady and I didn't pretend not to know what it was. A part of her behavior had stirred up a dark fantasy in my head and there was now thoughts of what I could do with the bare body of a woman which I had under my full control. All my life, I had been celibate and was very much contended to die this way in exchange of upholding the valor of priesthood. Now i was no where near the Vatican school but it didn't matter to me anymore. The gates to heaven was not one and even if it was, I was going to access it with my self styled doctrine of priesthood.
" I will kill Adonis. I will the kill the man you love. Don't it bother you a bit?" I asked and stood up gradually.
" Kill him all you want. He is deserves it. You met me drunk in the bar for a reason." She said as her face attained a scowl.
" A reason you say? I will have thought your were grieving the death of your best friend. What reasons where you there for?" I said and felt a parody of resentment and admiration towards her. I hated the part of her that was insensitive to my feelings and admired the part of her that was blatant with the truth.
" I said a reason and that's makes it a singular reason. By the third hour of Mehitabel's death, I was already having sex with Adonis. It was a means to ease off my grief or perhaps our grief. While she cooled off in the mortuary I was heating up under the massive body of Adonis and it was critical in stopping me from bringing myself to think about my guiltiness. By the third day, I had forgotten about the death of my best friend and my life had moved on. I am a monster I don't deny it any more,yet worse than me is the man who caused all the problem in the first place. If he hadn't swindled the young lady off all her wealth she never would have grown so clutched to me and I never would have broken her heart so fatally." Charlotte said and winced in sorrow while I kept my grounds over her.
" Was that all his crime? I asked in the most cold tone she had heard all year.
" No. It was the least of his crime. By the fought day of Mehitabel's death. I sat to think of how bad I had treated her and it made tremble in horror. The only thing I could think of was getting a relief. I wanted to get cathartic real bad and I wanted Adonis to hump me in the most inhumane way possible. It was my way of serving justice to myself in exchange of dealing with the occasional guilt of her demise. I rushed to his to his apartment as soon as I was back from class and realized his door was thrown wide open. It wasn't unusual of him. He was too sure of his himself and felt like a shield to harm or invasion.