Chapter 1
Eric was my one and only.... let me back it up.
Eric is my adopted brother, my mother decided that adopting a little black child from the streets of New York would look good for her political campaign that went nowhere. For years Eric was treated as a trophy child, and my father treated him much worse, beating him, calling him slurs, and threatening to kill him. I was the only one good to him, because the day I saw him I fell in love with him.
I remember that cold December night, when we were in high school. It was raining my ex John cheatednon me and decided to take my supposed best friend to prom. Eric walked with me home instead of just, going to the gym. I stopped both us by a willow tree, looked at him with my mascara running, and kissed him, and he returned the kiss in kind. He held me in the rain kissing me like I always wanted; and believe it or not he was my first kiss. That would be my happiest moments for the next few years.
That following year my mother died of cancer. She had become a former shell of herself within months, and the minute she died, Eric knew it was time to leave. The fights in the house got worse, between my father and Eric, until one day I woke up to find a letter slid under my door.
"Jordin,
I know this will never make up for what I have done, but I needed to leave. Since we were kids you were the only one who truly care about me, and I thank you for that. I will miss you dearly, and Jordin. I love you."
He left Eric left without saying a proper goodbye telling me he loved me in person. For years I never knew what happend to him.
Shortly after Eric left I started going to law school determined to continue where my mother left off, to become a US senator, but even that became a fleeting dream after my father turned his attention towards me. The university was packed so I couldnt stay in the dorms, and when the dreaded night came when my father took my a piece of me felt as if I could never escape. Until the day I killed him. That's right I murdered my father, but after that he wasnt the only one.
The lust to murder became a game to me and gave me such a rush, and turns out I was really good at it. No one ever expected the five foot four redhead to be the murder, but I was. It's also how I found out law school wasnt for me, but being a doctor was.
I had 72 kills, a Doctorate in Cardiovascular medicine, and I was a smoking hot. At five four I had beautiful curves, luscious red hair that went down to my shoulders, and nice set of double day's. The one thing missing was someone to share it with. Comes with the fact I killed most of my partners, I thought about leaving a calling card, something like a black widow hour glass, but I decided against.
One day I got a little too sloppy, I finished killing this sweet, sweet, young man who had his eyes on me the biggest time and was a smoking hot nineteen year old, and he worked at my hospital under my staff. We were in his car when I was giving him the best and last blow job of his life. I had him right on the cusp as I slowly reached in my purse, by the time he blew his hot load onto my mouth he had my knife in his carotid artery. As I slipped the hot semen from from his ever going limp penis I stared in his eyes as they went through the emotional tree of dying. My favorite part.
The next day a nurse knocked on my office door.
"Doctor Martin, there is two detectives here. They need us all in the reception area."
Shit had I been discovered, how could I get so fucking sloppy. My number one rule was never kill around anyone around my work, and home life. I began to sweat as I slid on my heels nodded my head at the nurse and slowly stand. My legs began to feel like jello, my heart race and by the time I got to the front it stopped.
There he was my one and only true love. Eric. He looked tired, worn down a little by time, and little by life. Yet he looked good, tall easily six, six, his dark skin shining, and the choice of outfit. Dark leather jacket, suit pants and a button up shirt, buttoned minus the last three. And he's a detective! mommy likely.
