In this story, our main character, Marie, gets a call from her boyfriend, Sam, telling her to wait outside for him. These events took place…
The night was still young when Marie decided to leave. It was not yet 10 o’clock when she jumped from her window to the damp ground below. She landed quietly on her feet behind the bushes.
“Sam. Sam! Are you there?” she whispered into the dark.
Sam caught her by the arm, pulling her down. “You have to help me, Marie! I’ve done something awful!” Sam wept into Marie’s arms.
Marie lifted his head. “What’s wrong? What happened?” She tried to search his eyes.
“I can’t, Marie, its awful! I swear I didn’t mean to.” Marie held Sam closer.
“Just tell me. It can’t be that bad.” There was a long silence.
Sam sat up, staring off into the distance. “I was watching my little brother, John. He was so innocent.”
“Was? Sam, what are you-“
Sam cut her off. “I left to get something to drink. That’s all. If he had just stayed in the room like I told him to… I swear, Marie,” he turned to her, “I didn’t mean to.”
“You’re not making any sense. What happened to John?”
Sam stared off into space again. As if a bolt of lighting hit him, he turned to Marie. “Do you love me?”
Marie blinked at him. “Of… of… c-course I do.” She stammered, “I love you.”
“Will you forgive me, Marie? For anything, can you forgive me?”
“Sam, why are you asking me this? Will you please just tell me…?”
Sam was getting angry. “Marie! I don’t have time! Just answer me now!”
Marie had tears in her eyes. She nodded. “Yes.”
Sam had begun to cry again. He looked up at the sky. “I’m sorry, Marie. I’m sorry, John. I’m sorry… God.”
Marie held his hand, not knowing what to say. Sam looked at her. “If I tell you, you have to promise to always love me.”
Marie began to feel scared. What if he had done something really wrong? “Yeah. You know I will always have a place for you in my heart.” Sam touched her face. He would give his life for this girl.
He sighed and stared at the ground. “I killed my brother, Marie,” he looked up at her, “I killed John.”
Marie had such a feeling of horror that she felt dizzy. She leaned over to puke. At least a thousand thoughts of anger, resentment, sorrow, and pity flooded her head. She pulled her hand away from Sam, disgusted by his touch.
Sam looked angry. “What’s wrong?”
“You- you…” Marie puked again. Wiping her mouth, she looked at him. “You killed John? Do you know what that means?”
Sam tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away. “Let me think!” Sam was speechless.
He stared at her. “You don’t…”
“Don’t touch me.”
“You said you’d forgive me!”
“I didn’t know you’d killed someone, Sam!”
Sam’s face grew dark as he looked at her. “You promised me…”
Marie could sense the anger rising in his voice. She drew away from him. “Sam, calm down.”
Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Calm down?!” he yelled. “You said you’d always love me! No matter what!”
“I do, Sam. I do!”
Sam stood up, towering over her. He screamed, “Don’t lie to me! You lied!”
Marie began to cry. She curled up, and tried to talk, but no sound emitted from her throat.
Sam bent over her, getting as close as he could to her face “Just like John,” he mumbled.
Sam pressed his hand over Marie’s mouth. She screamed through his fingers. Rage overwhelmed Sam as he pressed his hands over her throat. Harder and harder, he pressed until there was no life in her. Sam sat back.
Brushing the hair from her face, Sam kissed her forehead. “And to think,” He said, “I was willing to give my life for you.”