That date last night did not go as simply as I had expected. What I wanted was a simple dinner and a chat, but I let my guard down and indulged Westly in information she should not have been entitled to. What is worse, I was considering taking my frustrations out on her. Her body was so warm, so close. Mine for the taking.
I spoke of my ex girlfriend, Darrina. Of course, I left her name out. 'Respect for the dead', I told her. Something she does not even deserve in death. She was nothing more than a vicious snake; living in the darkest, dampest pits and coming out to hunt for her unsuspecting prey.
I still remember how she would follow me, always watching. Anticipating my movements, and waiting for me to be alone. She would slither her way up and wrap her tail around me, digging those fangs in until the pain felt good. The sickness she bestowed upon me ran deep in my veins. Pleasure from enjoying her tortures, and satisfaction from returning the pain.
I pulled myself away from her. I could not do such a thing, not with her. Westly was undeserving of the anger I would surely pour over her. My passion must go from hatred to love. For my moon, and for my daughter. I cannot commit more heinous acts if I am to be a loving father.
I love those two too much...
No, those three.
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