I walk into my house looking for my son and Lenore. I realized it was awkwardly quiet. I started to walk up the stairs case when I heard “sounds” coming out of me and Lenore bedroom. It was sounds that I know oh so well. I grabbed my gun and ran up the stairs. I busted into the room and my heart stopped. The sight I saw in front of me was the most disturbing thing ever. Lenore and my son are in the bed having “relations”. Tears filled my eyes and my heart build with rage as they tried to explain. I cocked the gun and shot around the bedroom with my eyes close to erase what I just saw. When I opened them there stood my Lenore oh so pale standing over my lifeless son. I stood there and watched as my body went numb. How could they betray me?
Since the incident I haven’t spoken to my wife. Lenore has been looking really pale lately. “Lenore” I said. There she stood with such a pale and sadden face. As I walk towards her she ...view middle of the document...
The baby isn’t yours; it’s your son bastard. My heart was aching at this point. Before I could think I could feel the warmth of her face pressed against my palm. I begin to hover over her I yell “Stupid Lenore just Stupid Lenore”. I wanted her to feel the same pain I have in my heart so I decided to cut her fingers off. Her screams filled the room I was livid I punched her and knocked her out. I dragged her out of the bathroom down to the basement and tied her up. While waiting for her to wake up. Sitting there contemplating I dove off in a deep sleep. The groaning of her waking up startles me. I quickly exit the basement I could stand the sight of her. I sat down at the kitchen table and kept mumbling over and over “she will feel my pain” I stormed downstairs to the basement once again this time angrier than ever.
I turned on the light revealing my beautiful fingerless bloody wife. I dropped to my knees as my heart softens but out of nowhere anger filled my soul again. I hopped up ready to get everything over and done with. I went to my safe in the basement and got my 9mm pistol. I shot her in both of her legs and her stomach. The pain was still heavy on my heart. She screamed out in pain but once again I didn’t care. She was getting a shortage of breath and losing consciousness. While she was gasping for air she yelled “I hate you nasty bastard.” Just then my life went crashing down I was so full of anger I was blowing smoke out of my nose. I went t and got my machete then I ran full force to her and cut off her head ending her life for good. I stood there catching my breath and realizing what just took place. I broke down crying still feeling the pain in my chest. I killed my beloved Lenore. The woman who meant the world to me. I had to leave and get way but not just yet I was too tired I went upstairs and crawled into our dirty bed and cried my heart out.
I tossed and turned that night my heart aches with pain every day. My bad deeds still eat me alive every day. The scent of her perfume still lingers in our room as if she just left I lost the love of my life, my joy. I still rage with anger I hate her for what she did but my heart longs for her I killed my beloved Lenore.