I am writing this in an empty house while Bryce lies is beside me on the dirty, unswept floor. Beyond the shutterless window of a lonely quiet room is the scene that some terrible secret has just got out. The bad thing was, - that was my secret. He had found out. Someway, somehow and nothing could persuade him not to tell anyone. Let's face it he'll never love me the he did not now anyway. He probarly thinks I'm after him now. The way he looked at me and said those words, the tears streaming down his face, I just couldn't bear it. What am I going to do ? His Mother, Mrs. Martinson, will never forgive me. Not for killing her son. What is she going to say when she finds out I'm pregnant. She probarly wishes me dead. I wish I was dead and I wish I didn't have his child. I bent down and picked up a mop and began washing away the evidence that I had have killed that harmless man. I waited until midnight because that was the only time I could leave. I looked out at the moon. Then I placed my note beside his body and left. That was when the new adventure started.