JR shut himself in the study before turning to his constant imaginary companion.

"Is he here?" he whispered to Marissa.

The shadowy figure that was attacked him in his dreams was still chasing him. Calling him names and putting him down if ever his found himself listening to imaginary Marissa's advice.

"Yes." said Marissa her face concerned. "He's a part of you just like I am; only you don't do such a great job of ignoring him."

"But who is he. Are you my good side and he's my bad side?" asked JR, confused and a little afraid. He fumbled into his desk drawer for his hidden bottle of scotch.

"No, it's not that simple." said Marissa.

She noticed JR's troubled expression. Marissa sighed.

"You want to know who he is. He's you. He's the voice you've been listening to all these months. He's the proof that to see the real monster you only have to look in a mirror."

"But it isn't real. You're not real! None of this is real!" said JR, taking a long swallow from the bottle in his hands.

"But it feels real," said the devilish figure of JR, as he stepped from the shadows. "Deep down you know there is no ignoring us. No ignoring me."

"Leave me alone." cried JR, trying to drown out the voices with another swig of scotch.

"Why, so you can wallow in self-pity? Snivel like a baby? You are a Chandler. You get what you want no matter the cost. You want Marissa, you don't take no for an answer."

"It's too late."

"Because of Bianca? You think Marissa really wants that prissy 'miss perfect' over you! Are you seriously going to lie down and roll over like a puppy dog and let that spoilt whore kick you in the guts? She stole your woman; she tricked you; she used you; she ripped everything away from you; she kidnapped your son; she ruined your life! Be a man, fight back – That stuck up bitch won't stand a chance! Think of your arsenal, you know all Bianca's weaknesses, you can make her life hell. Go for the jugular - hurt her like she hurt you. Chase her from Pine Valley. No Bianca, no contest. You get your woman back and get some justice at the same time."

"Don't listen to him." cried ghost Marissa, but her voice was very faint.

"So what are you JR, a pathetic weak little coward or a man?"

JR furrowed his brow. He put the bottle down and turned towards his dark tormentor, swayed by his words. It was true, Bianca was to blame.

"No!" gasped Marissa, faded to little more than a spectre now.

"She humiliated you. She stole your wife and your son. She is laughing at you even now!" snarled the shadow JR. "What are you JR, a man or a mouse?"

JR starred back at his dark twin, his back straighter, his fear gone. He knew the answer to this question.

"I'm a Chandler."

"Right answer." hissed the dark figure, getting right in JR's face. "You are a Chandler, don't ever forget it! And Chandlers get what they want no matter the cost."

"No matter the cost." chanted JR.

"And what do we want?" whispered the dark JR, wearing a seductively evil grin. "What burns in our heart?" What is our real desire?"

"Revenge." said JR, the exact same wicked smile appearing on his lips. "We want revenge."

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