Jack was the first to go.  That looking back should of seen coming.  He's so damn sensitive only I knew the degree of how much.  I lay the blame all on me, I should have protected him from himself.  Listened more and concerned his feelings on a deeper level.  Or I should of come clean with him and told him the truth.  I had been too afraid and figured he'd catch on soon enough.  But it wasn't suppose to be by opening my bedroom door that one night.

            He actually cried.  At that moment I was stuck with a thousand emotions running through my veins.  Angry of being caught, embarrassment at seeing someone cry, upset that it was over, happy it was over.  Annie didn't understand the situation and would only scream for Jack to leave the room.  But I knew the idea of Jack seeing her lying there completely undressed was wonderful to her.  After all she was a little sex fanatic and never had any trouble fluting it off.  I had quickly pulled on a pair pants not paying attention if they were inside or outside in or backwards and chased after him.  Leaving Annie to put the piece together that would keep her occupied for quite awhile.

            I caught him downstairs, reaching to remove the chain on that door that blocked his freedom.  I grabbed his shoulders and forcefully spun him to face me.  He was still crying the silent kind of tears.  I didn't know what to say, knowing I had to say something.  Sorry never works in these situations.  Saying it wasn't your fault t was me would just be a knife into the soul.  Finally I opened my mouth and without thinking blurted out I love you!  He forced himself out of my grasp managed to remove the lock and ran like a southern storm.  And then I had heard it.