Nettie crept up the stairs of her brothers house with a knife clutched in her hand. She would miss her brother dearly, but it had to be done. Luckily, her brother was still fast asleep. This made it much easier for her to do the action. She's not sure she could've faced those gleaming blue eyes of his. She would have given in, but she wasn't going to. What was to be done was done.
