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Amanda Robbin
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?” He asks, tightening his grip and narrowing his eyes on mine.
    “I did.” I respond respectfully without losing eye or hand contact.
    “A letter was found on Ms. Robbins person insinuating she’d unleashed beasts or demons she had seen flashing behind Roman Payne’s eyes and for that she was truly sorry and unable to continue living. My question for you is,” His face is in mine putting us almost nose to nose before he finishes, “Have you demons and beasts inside, Mr. Payne?”
    A smirk curls my lip up as I narrow my eyes on his and grip the tops of his arms as hard as I can without leaving a mark, “Of course I do, officer. We all have demons. Any further questions you may have, I’ll not answer without my attorney’s present.”
    As I turn to walk away the officer’s voice causes me to hesitate slightly but I continue stalking towards my dorm building, “Do not plan any vacations, and if you have any plans that will put you outside city limits, I suggest you cancel them. You will see me again, Mr. Payne and I will get answers as to why Ms. Robbin
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would rather end her life than transfer schools or move back home.”
    “Good day, officer.” I call out over my shoulder.
    “If you only know one thing about me, know this, I love nothing more than solving puzzles, and this one, this puzzle is one I will solve.”
    The dorm doors slam closed silencing his verbal assault. I hit the elevator button to my floor muttering, “This is not a puzzle it’s a chess game; it’s my life and there is no way in hell you’re going to know what hit you when I say, ‘Check. Mate.’”

    2005
    Nearing the end of my residency at Washington University the sleep deprivation and stress was increasing the number of careless mistakes at a rate even I couldn't turn a blind eye to. I feel myself spiraling out of control without a solution to help suppress my need for violence during sex and for the first time in my life I feel fear. My fear stems from my inability to be concerned whether or not I’m caught.
    How can one fear not having fear though?
    This plight is what keeps me up at night, invading my dreams; it is also responsible for my carelessness during the day.
    “Hey, is it just you at this table?” A soft female voice pulls me from my puzzling thoughts.
    The essence of beauty stands before me. The sun shines through her long blond hair creating a halo around her, her dark brown eyes sparkle as they look into mine, and her pouty lips smile as she furrows her brows and asks, “Is that a yes? A no? A get the hell out of here Heather, or what?” Her laughter provokes my chest to constrict lodging the words in my throat.
    I cough to cover my hesitation and leap from my chair, shoving books into my satchel as I spit out, “No, it was just me at this table. Then you rudely interrupted so, now it is you at this table. Learn to respect the rules of the library. I believe there is one universally known as quiet.”
    I spin on my heel and storm from the library to my car. Only after I am si
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ting in my leather chair behind my massive oak desk with books and patient files and Bach playing in the background do I feel myself calm down and breathe.
    “Heather.” I mutter as she floats through my memory, her soft perfume, her dark, dark eyes. I shake my head and rub my hands down my face to erase her image from my mind. Only when she is nothing more than a residual fog am I able to return to studying for my midterms.
    I would never openly admit this to another living soul, however since you’re here to read my story I am willing to share with you how incredibly amusing I find my destiny, the profession I was born to not only procure but master and specialize in, is so at odds with my extra curricular activities.
    Activities which are becoming more heinous with each encounter.
    Soon I will be assisting women not only in procreating, but carrying their procreations to full term. I will be using their sexual