Amanda looked at me, and ran her finger across my face. Our noses were almost touching, and I moved back. I couldn’t keep someone that close for that long.
"You could have done so much with your life" she replied, almost sadly "and you're going to waste it being this?" I backed further away from her and put my knife down on the table. Then I turned my back, sat heavily on one of the chairs and covered my face with my hands. "Don’t tell anyone Amanda. Please." Amanda started to move toward the door. I turned and glared at her “Amanda! I’m asking you this. Don’t tell. For me.” She sighed, but walked up and put her hand on my shoulder. I won’t tell." She guided me to the living room and we both sat down on the settee.
"Jack, you know full well that I have...feelings for you, and if you just let me-"
"No" I interrupted "will I not be putting you into danger as well?"
"I can help you, Jack! If you would just let me in, I could help you!" she protested. I looked at her. Poor, sweet Amanda.
She had long fair hair framing a small, pale heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a blue grey, and gentle cupid bow lips. She was as delicate as a flower made of glass, and I felt like she was threatening to break. She was wearing a pale summer dress, and she was in her twenties. As was I. "Just leave, Amanda." I whispered "just leave." "You need to stop, Jack." Amanda stood, throwing me a caring expression before I heard the front door gently open and close.
I couldn't help myself. Not a half-hour after Amanda left, I was back on the dark streets of London. It was anyone this time, I was so desperate. It was like a drug. I needed to kill someone; I needed to take my mind off Amanda and what she said "you need to stop, Jack." 'I will, Amanda’ I thought to myself 'but not yet.'
I increased steps toward a sickly looking woman, who was around 5ft tall. She had dark hair and blue eyes, and looked around her forties. She was very stout, (short and well built). Only one problem. She wasn't drunk. This was going to be harder than normal. But not for me. I hid my knife and approached her.
Being a ladies’ man, and knowing it full well, I gave her my most dashing smile and started the push off line.
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