Alright next chapter of the House of Night Cell Block Tango… This I getting fun I have to admit. Next up is "Six" starring Zoey and Heath. And before you ask no… I don't have anything against him… It's just that I already used Erik and I like Stark… But what about Loren you ask? Don't ask. I don't want to say anything. I'm really gonna word this out funky. But hope it's enjoyable. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own neither HoN or the CBL.

*Zoey-Six*

When I met Heath I honestly thought it was forever. He was kind, sweet, caring, incredibly handsome…

'And he told me he was single. And we hit it off right away.'

The first couple of weeks were incredible too. Though we didn't really do those sort of things. But to me the dates we went on were soooo magical and romantic. I never wanted what we had together to stop. So a thought came to mind, well really both of our minds- or so he told me.

'So we started living together.'

At first it was hard, mostly because he had a full time job, but we made it work I the end.

'He'd go to work. He'd come home. I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner.'

Everything was perfect. So wonderfully perfect. Sure for the most part it sounds like a rut. But we were happy with the consistency that surrounded our little life.

It was funny because my stupid parents really didn't approve of him. I'd never understood why though. Heath was an amazing guy, and well my stupid step-loser of a father seemed to me to be worse. If Heath was all that bad to begin with at all.

Or at least that's what I first thought about him.

'And then I found out.'

I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't. One day it seemed that Heath was taking longer than he usually does to come back home. So I decided to go to work to see what was holding him up.

What I found was him just THEN heading home. But he was going a completely different direction.

SO I followed. And I was surprised that I didn't hear a thunk from my jaw hitting the floor.

'Single he told me. SINGLE MY ASS!'

That… That… That… BASTARD! Okay I was ticked off. Usually I don't swear that often. I mean it's a bad habit. But that doesn't mean I can't swear when the time calls for it.

For example; Now! Now is the perfect time to use some serious potty language. I mean…

'Not only was he married. Oh no… He had six wives.'

I mean who the hell just agrees to marry a man to 6 other women? And if he had that many women in his life already, why go after me? Why twist my heart all into knots?

That rat bastard.

Well I guess if he wanted to not only do the married gang bang with an affair in the mix… Why not let him pay the price.

'So, that night when he came home from work. I fixed him his drink as usual.'

"So, Heath," I started innocently enough. "How was work today?" I asked him while I added the liquids to his cup.

"It was okay I guess." He said, making it sound like it really was an uneventful day. But was that surprise I heard in his voice? It was probably because I don't really ask him that much about his job.

"Here's your drink." I said, smiling sweetly handing him his alcohol.

"Uh, thanks Zo. You seem to be in a good mood. What's up?" He asked in, if I didn't know any better, a very naïve voice.

I just smiled even wider, when I say him take a drink.

"Oh nothing I just got rid of a plague that's been giving me problems." I said.

And after he downed his drink, I took quite the bit of pleasure watching him choke. After what seemed like a life-time, he finally collapsed, his color draining rapidly.

'You know some guys just can't hold their arsenic.'

I couldn't help but laugh about it. It seemed like I was going to get away with it.

Hiding the body wasn't even all that hard. But unfortunately, there was still that little problem of all of his other wives of the week.

They noticed that he was gone for a while, started getting jealous of me and came with cops to investigate.

Needless to say I was screwed. They found the body almost immediately. Along with the poison I thought I threw away.

I was going to jail.

One of the other whore wife just looked at me with tears spilling in her eyes. I think she said her name was Kayla or something.

"Why? Why did you do this?"

WHY! WAS SHE SERIOUSLY ASKING ME WHY I KILLED THIS SOB? I thought to myself in huge amounts of shock I could not hide from my face.

I was beyond ticked at that point. So, with my hands still cuffed to my back with the cops holding me down all I could focus on was yelling at her what I felt about his death.

'He had it comin', He had in comin'! He took the power in his pride! And then he used it! And he abused it!'

I just kept yelling that to her. Screaming out profanities at her and the other wives from behind my back. I didn't stop even when I was finally placed in the police car and headed to jail.

Considering all of the horror stories I've heard, prison wasn't all that bad. At least they separated the women from men. That was a major plus in my book.

Besides I met up with this other girl who was in here for a similar crime. She said it was because her boyfriend made her snap with this really stupid habit. Telling me that I would've done the same thing. And I couldn't help but believe her.

"So why you here?" She asked me. And I told her.

"Sounds messy." She merely said after chuckling a little to herself.

"Not really." I said. "Besides I don't even see how I should be here." I said out loud.

"Why?" She asked me.

I gave her the simplest of answers I could muster.

'It was a murder but not a crime!'

And that was Six. How did you like it? Also did you see what I did there? In the end? Prepare for some more of that… Next up is Squish… Oh man I am sooo looking forward for that. R&R