"And what the hell is this?"

Summer opened her eyes with a sob to see Jeremy glaring daggers at her and Charles, a gun pointed in their direction. Charles sprang away from Summer, wiping his mouth as his blue eyes looked into his cousins.

"Je-Jeremy! It's not what you think..she pushed herself on me! I was trying to get her to stop!" Charles ran a hand nervously through his messy blonde hair as he looked down the barrel of the .09 millimeter gun.

Summer looked at Jeremy through her pleading honey brown eyes. She had sunk down to the floor next to the wall when Charles stepped back from her. Jeremy's green-blue eyes gazed hard at her as she shook her head, her long black-brown hair falling from the up-do, curls falling out and laying against her slender neck.

"Jeremy..I swear..I swear to you I didn't do anything..He-he tried to…oh please Jeremy..PLEASE!" Tears began falling from her eyes as she begged Jeremy to believe her. Jeremy's eyes looked back and forth between his cousin and fiancé slowly.

"So…you say that my fiancé was throwing herself upon you. Is this correct Charles? And you, Summer, say that it was him?" Summer whimpers from her spot on the floor as Charles back up slightly.

"It's true Jer…I wouldn't do that to you. Please belie-" "Believe you? Over my own blood?" Jeremy's voice cuts Summer off, causing her to wince at the venom in his voice. But she looks up at him and nods slowly, more tears welling in her eyes.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Jeremy!" Charles finally speaks up again. "You can't really believe her over me? She's just a whore..come on now cousin.."

"Well then, I know exactly what to do," Jeremy smiles maliciously as he raises the gun and pulls the trigger.