"Look at me please, have mercy Beauty." I don't look at the man on his knees next to my bed.

I face the window, watching the rain hit the panes. A reflective motion to the emotion I am currently feeling.

Rain and silence before storm and vengeance.

I am resigned to my life, accepting of my faith and what I need to do.

"You won't even look at me," He says in utter shock as though he is the one I wish to kill, will kill. In a way I will.

'My momma told me that ...