*~The Sisterhood [Part 1]~*

As I said before, I'm working(working?) on my new massive project, called The Sisterhood. It wont be only one post, cuz it's gonna be a large seed which will unwind into a colossal/prodigious fruit. (I hope so)
This is just Chapter 1. But... I've got the whole thing in my mind. Anyway...
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What do you think shall happen next?
Boo!

I was watching how her bare white skin touched my chest. She was so young but so wanted. Not only by me, by other men also. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, she was slim. And so young, as I said before. I know that I am not a perfect kind of guy and she can never be mine, but at this moment I just wanted to hurt her ideal skin, just to leave a mark. That she was mine. At least a couple of times. I wanted to get out of bed where we'd lain and get a knife. I wanted to cut her skin. I wanted to leave my initial. But her warm embrace would never let me. I could only touch her face. I could only touch her skin. I could not hurt it. Could not.
'Christopher?'
'Yeah?'
'Do you believe in God?'
I didn't understand why she has just asked this question. I turned away from her, looked at the crucifix that was hanging on the wall and I closed my eyes.
'I don't know'
Then I kept silent again. I could not place God in my life. He was something so distant, so perfect. So far away from me. Well, who was I? I was a guy who has just paid a prostitute to stay for the night because I had an argument with my wife. We shouted at each other like wild animals. And so I took my stuff and went out to have a drink or two... Or three. I didn't even lock the door. I left it open while she closed the door to her room. What the fuck, I thought. And I ended up here. Yet she asks me at this here moment, do I believe in God? Who the fuck is God? He is something I unconsciously believe in.
'Yeah. I believe in God', I replied.
She also turned away from my body, leaving me alone, without her warm embrace. I heard her taking a deep breath. Then she stood up to have a drink of water. First, she put my t-shirt on, and then step by step she went into the bathroom. I heard water running there. Then she turned it off. She came back and sat next to me.
'Watching me, Tiger?'
'Is there any other person to watch in this joint?
'Guess not. Did you enjoy yourself?', she asked and smiled at me as her hair fell down on my body.
'Sure', I smiled, 'Hope to repeat it soon!'
She bit her lips and went near the window and looked.
'Could you only imagine how powerful the world would be if every president in every country would be a woman? Just imagine!'
'No, thanks. A woman is a beautiful creature who is meant to be loved. And well, looking pretty is enough.'
She smiled at me and lit her cigarette.
'You're just afraid.'
'Of a tiny little girl?'
'Of a woman with a brain.'
'Nah. A woman with a brain is dangerous. But harmless. Girls are adorable yet harmless creatures.'
'Just imagine, Christopher. What laws would flow all over the world. If you touch a woman and she wouldn't like it. They'd castrate you.'
She started laughing. I acted like I didn't hear her comment.
'And loads of women could be priests. I always wanted to say "The Body of Christ" and hear a reply "Amen". And I always wanted to hear confessions and teach people... And tell them their mistakes. But I never wanted to be a nun. How banal is it. Or... I wanted to be a driver.'
'You can be a driver.'
'An age ago I wouldn't be able.'
'True'
I felt unsure. I wanted to ask her real name.
'What's your name? The real one?'
'Which one do you like?'
Now I realized. I spent the night with a bitch. Only the bitch who has done this wasn't her; it was me. Only now I started to think about my wife. My Ana.
'My name is Ana. Good bye Christopher. Hope to see you soon.' She smiled and took the money. She also took yet another cigarette and lit it. She went out smoking. Ana. Ana? Ana!
I put my clothes on, washed my face; I tried to smile at myself whilst looking into the mirror.
'It's going to be swell, old chump', I said hating myself for what I have done,' Ana will never know. Never.'
I got into my car, put on some jazz. Something classic. Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, stuff like that.
'Damn good' I said to myself. I even smiled. How banal of me to smile if I just fucked a bitch while my wife was at home crying, 'Her fucking fault', I said to myself, ensured that everything's ok. I'm the man.
I parked the car as I usually did and saw that the lights were on and I even heard the TV on.
'She's fine.' I thought
I opened our front door which was suspiciously unlocked and went into my home. I went into the dinning room; the lights were on, very weird. I turned them off.
'Little Ana is afraid of the dark?' I thought aloud.
'Come out, come out where ever you are' I heard a giggle and some voices.
Pretty lady is already with her friend and waiting for me to kick my ass with a frying pan. Not this time. Damn. Let me make a serious face, I was opening the door to her room silently and slowly while rehearsing my speech,' Ana, if it continues this way, me and you shall not be together. I lo... I lo... I... Ana? Ana! Aanaaa...'
This was a site I'd never forget. These kinds of sites haunt people eternally. My wife was lying on the floor besides a puddle of blood and in approximately 3 meters from her, a huge knife was lying. My jaw just opened and I wasn't able to speak up. Murder? Someone has murdered my wife. Step by step, I was walking backwards until I stumbled on to a wall. I slid down. My hands started to shake and I started to make unidentified sounds. I cried, I swore, I cursed, I hit the walls with my hands until they were bleeding.
'What have I done... What have I done...' I tried to say but it sounded more like: 'Wha ve aa d'n'eee.' Something a 1 year old baby is trying to say. I was constantly looking at Ana, who'd lain there with no movement. I crawled closer to her and started hitting her. No reaction. I started shouting and crying. Someone has just murdered my wife while I was screwing around. Someone has murdered my wife. I wasn't there to protect her.
'What do I exist for?' I screamed like somebody has been cutting a hole through me; it sounded awful, even I, myself, got frightened of my own voice, I had no idea how hideous I looked with no Ana. I looked at her vanity mirror. I shouted and broke it. Now my hand was bleeding badly. I slid down holding on to the wall again and just sat there. Just sat there swaying a bit like a Jew while he's praying. I started laughing silently.
It was only me, my wife's body and the knife. The TV was also on. She was watching cartoons before she died. This explains the giggling and talking that I heard before I saw her dead.
I started touching my teeth with my tongue and found it quite fun. I did that for some minutes and started biting my tongue softly. I pretended it was chewing gum. Then I sat there opening my jaw, closing my jaw. Then I imagined ways how I would kill the little cocksucker. I'd cut him in pieces, I'd inject viruses into his blood, I'd cut his throat. Yeah, goddamn it, I was a hero in my own imagination. Also, in my imagination, if I killed the murderer, Ana would come to life and then we'd kiss. We'd kiss for a long time.
...She's dead.....
I suddenly snapped out of it all, realized what I was doing, and stood up. I went to the kitchen to get the phone to call the police. (It took me quite long to realize that, obviously.) Also took some calming pills as I waited for the police's arrival.