His eyes were filled with panic and shame as he quickly got off our bed. His ‘friend’ was scrambling to find her clothes while wrapping my blanket around her to cover herself. He brushed off my suspicions many times, telling me I was paranoid because his love for her was like that of a brother. It would offend him when I accused him, and he always had many excuses and explanations. I saw a hint of remorse in his face, but my anger was too intense. I was also angry at myself; I had wasted the best years of my life; my youth and the disrespect I endured were laughable. All the love I had for this man died in an instant; I didn’t care anymore. He walked towards me and said, “I’m sorry” repeatedly. I just looked at him with all emotion devoid in my eyes. “Come” was all that managed to escape my mouth. I looked at them both to signal them to follow me. He had just reached me when I started walking towards our basement, ensuring they were both following close behind me. His friend Ana was reluctant, but he ensured she did as said. She was cursing and annoyed he made her listen to me. My home was quite big, making the walk there feel internal. When we got to the basement door, he looked panicked and turned to see my face, “Honey, are you sure you want us to go in there?” He told me as my hand reached for the knob. “It’s just that…, you never liked anyone entering the basement, … not even me.” He looked down as he said this. I just looked at him with an annoyed look on my face. I opened the door, and there was darkness; you couldn’t see an inch in front of you. I told them to start entering the basement at the same time. Ana looked at me, fear evident on her face, “what are you trying to do?” she asked me, trying to sound annoyed. I rolled my eyes. “walk,” I snapped at her. As they both set foot inside, I pushed them, aware of the countless stairs that awaited them. You could hear their screams as they continued for a few minutes, and their voices faded as they went further down. It took me some time to finally catch up to them. They were severely injured when I finally saw them; the lights were turned on at this point. I was a petite woman, so hanging them up took me a while as they squirmed and struggled to free themselves from my grip. Although I’m small, I’m pretty strong. When they were both dangling from my Basement ceiling, I placed Their Unusual, pointy chair underneath them. I lowered them as slowly as I could. They were begging for mercy, and all I could do was cry as I remembered their betrayal; I was so tired of being abandoned. Was I not good enough? Not pretty enough? Not smart enough?