To cheat
To deceive
You wanna despise me?
It's not my fault I'm what he needs
It's your fault you lack what he greeds
You have nothing on me
Blood may be thicker than water
But his genitals are what captivates me
Loyalty and morality rolls out the window
When lust is all that I see...
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"Andrew, don't lie to me. Tell me the truth, and I promise to God I won't get mad." With fingers curling up into an iron fist, my chest heaved up and down, and my heart pounded the beat of an anxiously anticipating drum.
I was not dumb. I already knew the answer. Women intuition never lies. My gut told me the truth. My instincts were as wild as a lean timber wolf. My heart knew what was up. My mind just didn't want to believe it. I needed to hear it directly from the source. Therefore, I could kill it.
A sweat bead dripped down his forehead while he hesitated, "... I said no the first time, baby. What happened to trust? To love," he reached for my free hand tentatively then paused at the sight of my throbbing temple and shaking fists.
"One more time, Andrew," I was so calm, on the inside, I even scared myself, " did you- sleep- with my cousin? It's a yes or no answer."
"No." Andrew was a mouse.
"Then why was the best friend bracelet I made her in our bed? Claire knows that when she comes over, our bedroom is off limits unless I'm in there. Why would her jewelry be in my bed?"
My hand brushed the cold, dewy countertop. Ahah! My trembling fingers had found what they were looking for.
"I don't know, Phoenix. Please, put the knife down," he backed and backed until his broad back was against the stainless steel refrigerator.
The stinging sharp blade kissed his neck, "Phee, please! You're gonna regret this," cringing, he cried.
"Tell me the truth then." I pressed harder upon his neck to where a single drop of blood prickled from his golden skin.
"Okay, okay! Yes, Claire and I had sex! Please, Phoenix! It was a mistake! I love you! I wanna marry you! I wanna spend my life with you! I want you to have my babies! Phee, baby doll, put down the knife. I love you!"
I screamed a siren of rage. Andrew pushed me back and grasped for the sleek butcher knife. We rowed about the kitchen until the weapon zipped across the marble tile.
"I knew it. Something told me... You are a sick, twisted bastard! That's blood, Andrew! Blood! I hate you!"
I charged for him again, and he gripped my wrists.
"Baby, please! Wait! Stop! It was a mistake. I love you Phoenix Marié Bellamy!"
Finally those awaited tears streamed as I tore for him, "Let me go, let me go!"
Head bowed in defeat, I headed for the exit. Hurting a hurt soul deep.
I didn't want to leave without him at least feeling some sort of hurt. No, I wasn't going to kill him. But, he needed to endure a glimmer of pain. Physical pain on his part was pleasure on mine.
"Andrew," I said in a sobbing tone.
"Yeah, what," he leaned on the counter, holding his neck. He sounded remorseful.
"This."
Then, POW!
I clobbered him upside the head with my wooden wedge.
He fell to the floor.
