I smile. She's calling my bluff.

"In case I miss you," I blow a kiss.

"Even you couldn't miss me from there."

She's guarded and keeps glancing at the door. She wants to bolt and show me that tight little **** on her way out. Not today babe.

"You're wrong. I'd miss you no matter where I was. I'm missing you right now."

"This isn't the way to win me back Alex."

"Yeah, but it's something."

She fidgets, pretends not to look at the door.

"So-"

She's at the door before I realize it, both hands on the knob. She forgets in her fear to turn it. I take the barrel of the Colt in my left hand and smash it into her neck. Something squeaks inside her, she crumples.

"Aren't you smart, Mags? So **** smart. You were right to not believe me. I do lie a lot don't I?"

I grab a fist full of pretty, prety hair. She yelps and reaches for my wrists, digging her short nails into my forearm. There's blood and her grip slips as I drag her toward the window. She won't jump, I tell myself. It's too high.

I drop her and she stays put, sobbing into the dusty floor. I pick up the bullets. They're .45's.

"These could shoot through schools!" I laugh at my own joke or reference or whatever the **** it was I just said.

I'm not just high, I'm giddy!

I pop the cylinder and load one.

I start to sing, before I'm even aware that I'm doing so.

"I feel giddy! Oh so giddy! Killing Maggie, is oh so fun and funny and eaaaaassyyyyyy!" It doesn't really fit the musical but **** it.

Her eyes are wild, like the squirrel that got stuck in the apartment last year. I eventually cornered it and threw a towel over it's tiny shrieking form. It was so scared and... She's desperate. And from the ether I hear Carrie Underwood warning me of what would happen if I cheated... Again, I suppose. I laugh out loud.

"That ringtone is gayer than your ex."

"He's not gay," she manages to shout, "At least he never cheated on me!"

"At least not with a woman!" I yell back. Now we're getting somewhere.

"Let me go."

"Nope. No can do. You die now."

I lift the revolver and point it at her chest, her heart.

"It was just a ****, Mags. I don't even remember it. I said I was sorry, but apparently that's not enough for Maggie Christ, is it? Well, last words?"

"Please..."

I spin the barrel.

"You feelin' lucky, Mags? Huh, well do ya?"

I guess I can be a real bastard sometimes. I pull the trigger.