Blake's Point Of View
I hastily ran to the small secluded building at 342 Broadway. The words of Dominic racked my brain, and it seemed like I could never get rid of them. "But why do you like to hurt people?" It was just something I could never explain. It was a long time since I had loved someone, or something. In fact, the only thing I have ever loved is my dog, Chanel. Too bad he's gone. My parents, pleae, I have never had parents. Perhaps that's what has prevented me from learning how to love. I do not know what love is, let alone attraction. The thing I have felt closest to a relationship has been with Dominic. But then again, things are just odd with him. We shared a lovely friendship, with the occasional benefits. It was always filled with passion, he says. I again, have no idea what passion felt like. The only thing that I felt when we slept together was the incredible feeling when I had reached my climax. But that was it. Andrew, my manager, had called me over in one of the most hurried voices I had ever heard him use. "Blake," he said "you have to come over. This is serious and I need you here as fast as possible." I neared the building, and opened the tall, heavy, chestnut door. "There you are Blake" he exhales, his hands trembling. "Officer Williams is here to talk to you". And in that moment, I knew just what was going to happen, and I knew that in the ending I would end up hurting some innocent person who has tried to love me.
