Christine has been naughty. I wanted to let her graduate. I know how much it means to her, but

she shouldn't have done what she did. She belongs to me. No one else. I've been patient. I have

waited for three years. Then, she goes and throws all of my love away for some boy. Some

pathetic excuse who will never love her the way that I do. I won't stand for it. I won't let her

throw her life and our love away for that miserable excuse of a human being. I am sorry

Christine. I am sorry that I have to do this. I promise I'll make it up to you. One day you'll

understand why I had to do this. One day you will realize how much I love you, and you'll be

happy to have someone love you the way I do.

Christine is getting ready for bed right now. I've never seen her in her pajamas before. Normally, I stay away from her house. I know how Christine likes her privacy. Well, she should have thought of that before hand. Now, I have no choice. It will be okay though. Christine will forgive me. I will give her all the privacy she wants when I bring her home, but for now, this has to be done.

The lights are starting to turn off in the house. I already have everything ready in my pocket. Just a few more minutes now. Ah, look there goes Christine's light. The last light left on in the house.

The lock would have given me a little trouble, but I had a key made. Christine has started taking singing lessons to keep her best friend company. So I borrowed them during one of her lessons and returned them to her before she even noticed they were gone. Now, I am using them to bring Christine where she belongs; home with me.

Her door looks closed until you get up close enough to see that it is open just the tinest crack. I push it open and slip into her room. She looks so peaceful. I know that she is not asleep yet. There hasn't been enough time. She sits up when I bump into her dresser. "Who's there? Is that you, Chester?"

I don't reply, but instead, I pull the rag out of my pocket and approach the bed as she goes to get out of it. The moment she stands up I grab her, wrap my arm around her, and bring her close to me. She fights against me, but she is getting weaker as the chloroform as the rag starts working against her. Now, she is damaging her vocal cords by trying to scream. As much as I love Christine's piano talent, I will admit that she has a beautiful voice. Now she can sing and play for me.

"Shh. Shh, my love. Don't fight. It will be okay." I whisper into her ear. Despite my reassurances, she continues to fight me until the fight has gone out of her and she simply slumps against me.

I pick her up and carry her out of her room bridal style. I am grateful that she has the downstairs bedroom while her parents live upstairs. It has made this all so much easier. I have to walk through the woods a little to get to my car, but there it is sitting exactly where I left it.

I open the front door and place her lovingly into the passenger seat. See, my dear, everything is working out just the way it is suppose to. Don't worry. I'll take you home to sleep peacefully, my dear.

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My head hurts. The pounding woke me up. The sheets are very soft this morning. I'll have to ask mother if she switched fabric softeners. I am going to go get something for my head from the bathroom. The door won't open. I reach out next to it and switch on the light. The horrible nightmare from last night comes rushing back to me, and I crawl back into bed to cry. This isn't my room. This isn't my house. What am I going to do I can't stay here? I have to go home.

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As I wake up the stairs carrying Christine's breakfast, I hear her crying. I didn't mean for her to wake up alone. I do wish that she would quit crying though. It hurts me so to hear upset. If she will just quit crying for a moment, I will make everything better. Just hold on, Christine, I have to get the key out of my pocket before I can get to you. There we go. Now I can make everything all better.

"Christine, please quit crying." I ask as I walk through the door and set the tray down on the table next to the door. Christine jumps from the bed and tries to leave through the door. I grab her though, and once again she fights against me. "Christine, stop it. Right now. Let's sit down and have breakfast." She still refuses to listen to what I have to say. Maybe she is not ready to be up. With all the excitement last night and this morning, maybe she needs to rest some more. "Christine, if you don't stop fighting me, I am going to have to make you go to sleep again. Is that what you want? Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Christine stops fighting me and lets her weight fall as she begins crying again. "No." She manages to sob out. I pull out a chair and set her into it before I turn around to relock the door so we do not have this struggle again.

I remove the covers and grab a plate to start dishing Christine's plate. "What would you like, Christine?"

"I am not hungry." Christine sits there, pouting. She is refusing to look at me.

I won't argue with her. I know she is simply upset that I didn't let her leave like she wanted to. But where would she have gone? She doesn't know where we are, and apparently, I will have to keep it that way for a while. I dish her up a plate, despite her claim, and place it in front of her.

I do the same for me. Christine waits until I take a few bites before she says anything again.

"When are you taking me home?"

"You are home, Christine." She doesn't like my answers and shoves her chair away from the table. She goes to the door and starts pulling on it. "THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE! I WANT TO GO HOME! TAKE ME HOME." She is screaming at me now. She is getting out of hand.

"Sit down,Christine."

"TAKE ME HOME!"

"I am only going to count to three, Christine, and then we're going back to bed. 1"

"I HATE IT HERE!"

"2. I suggest you sit down right now."

"I WANT TO GO HOME!" She has moved away from the door now. I wish she would quit fighting me.

"3. Alright, Christine, we'll do it the hard way." I wipe my mouth and start to stand up when Christine takes her sit again.

"Please don't. I don't want to go back to sleep. Please don't use that stuff again. It made my head hurt. Please. I just want to go home."

"If your screaming fit is over, you can stay up, but I don't want anymore today. Do you understand me, Christine?" I want her to know that I love her, but she also needs to do that I am in charge around here.

"Yes."

"Good. Then, eat your food." I stare at her until she picks up her fork and actually takes a bite of her food. I know I told her that she could stay up, but I think I am going to make her take a nap this afternoon. It will be good for her. She has clearly tried herself out by all that screaming she was doing.