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Chapter 7
The moonlight looked beautiful as it shined off of the lake view behind Harry's mansion. Harry sighed and looked up at the sky, the weather was pretty bad; kinda like the day he had. It was two in the morning and Harry still felt sick. He remembered how it felt…Brandon's hands upon his back, making him twitch and become uneasy. He cursed at the night and knew that tomorrow wouldn't be much different unless he'd done something. He almost felt like jumping off the balcony. Harry was sure that the cool water would feel so good against his frustrated body. He hoped it would take him to another world, possibly drown him. Even after making love to Sherri for at least several hours though the night didn't make him feel any better. It actually hurt Harry more than anything because he didn't tell her the truth. He knew already that Sherri never really trusted Brandon. She always complained to him that there was something really wrong with Harry's friend. It was only a matter of time before his relationship with Brandon would affect his love for her.
Harry walked back into the room glancing at his silver gun which was loaded and laid out on his bed. He'd tried to think of suicide but that might be going too far. Plus, Harry loved life and he absolutely loved the money he was raking in. To quit now would be to letting both his conscious and Brandon win. He picked up the gun and put in away so that Sherri wouldn't worry if she saw it. He smiled, Harry really wanted to have children with Sherri but the thought of it wasn't easy. After all, Bear Walken would walk all over him if he'd find out what was happening to Harry outside office hours. He shook his head. Harry didn't know what to think, not that anyone would understand him. Most sane people would probably tell him to shoot Brandon, and then run off to Hawaii with Sherri and have three or four kids. But the only problem with that dream…is that Harry loved Brandon.
Brandon had already twisted his mind and made him obsessed. Harry wouldn't admit it but Brandon changed him inside and out (that was for sure). He couldn't think for himself, and the way that Brandon felt his skin and touched him made him feel very disturbed but equally and lustfully satisfied. He once thought it started the moment when he had found Sherri. Brandon had seemed troubled then. First off Maria hadn't ended up with him, and then he lost his best-friend, but it had nothing to do with that. Harry wondered if Maria was just a con. A con to make Harry feel like Brandon was normal, that he liked women. Harry would end it all tomorrow. He would shoot through Brandon's head until the wall behind him was redecorated with red. Then he'd take the body and donate it to Millennium's scientist. Maybe they'll turn him into something more useful. Harry lifted his face up and laughed, not even understanding to tears flowing from his eyes…
The rest was not only history…but before the grave of Brandon Heat.