By Joseph Logsdon
No one had seen George Franklyn in many years. Sure, he kept in contact with his friends and family, but no one, not even his own brother, had actually seen him in person. George never left his apartment, and because of that, he was lonely and miserable. One afternoon, Nolan Franklyn attempted to visit his antisocial brother. Before he could even knock on the fragile door, a woman grabbed his soft shoulder.
"I wouldn't do that," the woman stated.
"Mr. Franklyn doesn't like to be bothered," she answered.
"I'm his brother," Nolan replied.
"It doesn't matter," the woman replied.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Marsha," she answered.
"Do you know my brother?"
"Well, not exactly," she stuttered.
"Are you nervous?"
"It's not you, it's me," she sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Like your brother, I'm also very shy," she answered.
"Are you his girlfriend?"
"No," she answered.
"How do know you him, then?"
"He gets very lonely," she whispered.
"You mean, that all this time, my brother has been paying you to fuck him?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Even if he does pay you, that still doesn't explain why you're staring at his door in the middle of the day," he stated.
"Just because I fuck him for money, doesn't mean that I don't love him," she exclaimed.
"When was the last time that you spoke to my brother?"
"Yesterday, I believe," she answered.
"What did he say to you?"
"He was lonely, so lonely that he was contemplating suicide," she whimpered.
"Are you sure?"
"Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. He wanted to love people, but he couldn't overcome his anxiety and fear. It wasn't that I couldn't have helped him, it was just that I didn't want to make him feel worse. He needed a strong woman, not a useless, good for nothing whore!"
"Don't say that," Nolan stated.
"It's true," she cried.
"Why don't you quit?"
"I don't fuck men for pleasure, I fuck them because I need the money. Most women, whether they like it or not, have to do horrible things to survive. Despite what they say, women aren't strong enough to survive in a world controlled by men," she whimpered.
"I'm so sorry," he replied.
"I don't need your sympathy, I need your money," she stated.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on, we both know that you want to fuck me," she stated.
"Even if you were the last woman on earth, I would never fuck you," he replied.
"Why? Do you find me unattractive?"
"I'm here to see my brother, not to fuck a whore," he answered.
"That's it, I can't take it anymore," Marsha whimpered as she dashed down the hallway.
Without further delay, Nolan knocked on the door. Receiving no reply, Nolan knocked on the door again. It seemed, at least to Nolan, that his brother was hurt and couldn't come to the door. Using all of his strength, Nolan forced the door open. Stepping into the room, Nolan found a horrible scene. George was, without a doubt, dead. Before he could respond, Marsha entered the room.
"Oh, my God, he's dead," she screamed.
"I can't believe it," Nolan gasped.
"He must've killed himself," she whimpered.
If Nolan had been an ignorant man, he might've believed Marsha's assessment of the situation, but luckily, he wasn't an ignorant man. George had, indeed, been stabbed in the chest.
"If he killed himself, then how did he manage to stab himself in the chest?"
"Surely, you're not implying that I had anything to do with it?"
"You were the last person to see him," he stated.
"I never said that," she stuttered.
"Your information was just as good as a confession!"
"Even if I did kill him, why would I stab him and leave his body in the room?"
"Because, you never counted on his brother showing up, did you?"
"You're insane," she whimpered.
"You're going to jail," he stated.
"What are you, a cop?"
"Actually, I am," Nolan said as he showed her his badge.
"This can't be happening," she whimpered.
"You never asked me what I did for a living, did you?"
"You have the right to remain silent," he stated.