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A man comes home from work early to surprise his wife with flowers and
candy and finds that shes already got something planned? The computer is
on and there is a note written on it. He sits down in front of the
computer and notices his handgun on the side of the computer and on the
other side, an empty container of pain pills.
He reads the message:
By the time you read this I will already be dead, so don’t get too
excited. Don’t bother looking around the house for me either. Of course I
didn’t want my body where the children may see, for they have already seen
enough. They have already had to endure far too many years of seeing their
mother being tortured by the man they are supposed to look up to. But even
though I know I am going to hurt them dearly, I cannot live like this
anymore. So I am taking these pain pills, prescribed for the kind of pain
you inflict and I am going somewhere to take a nap.
Don’t bother looking for me, just sit there and do something that you
haven’t been able to do for the last 7 years, listen to me.
Now that I had to go and kill myself to get your attention the least you
can do is finish reading this letter.
Every time that you beat me I had to rewrite it to add to the horror.
Besides I didn’t want you to find me after I died because the thought of
you touching me even after death turns my stomach. I refuse to let you
touch me again, in life or death.
I chose to die because I promised God when I married you that I would love
you for life. And since I am more afraid of Him than you, I choose death.
As I look around this house, you know its funny but I can remember the
good times that we shared together. Before the babies, before the
drinking, do you remember? I do, and it was good back then. It was almost
good enough to give me a little hope that we could get back to those
times. I guess I have to settle with the fact that no matter what`s going
on right now, you once loved me, and even you can’t deny that. I think
what hurts more than then my ribs that are stinging right now is the fact
that I still love you. The realization is stronger than any fist you could
ball up and hurl at me. Knowing that my love for you causes a stronger and
more lasting pain is much worse than a swift kick in the groin from your
steel toed shoes. But this is a pain that I can take care of, something
that I can remedy. I am not into pain, even personally inflicted kinds, so
I had to relieve myself.
Even as I stood in the mirror this morning admiring the black eye that you
gave me last night I knew you would never touch me again. And as I sucked
blood from my split, swollen lips I knew I couldn’t stand another blow
from you. Not because of the fact that you promised with tears in your
eyes that you would never do that to me again. Nor the fact that you put
your hand on the bible and swore to me that you were going to get help.
Not even the fact you got down on your knees and swore to God that you
would never lift a hand to me again. Well your prayers were answered and
no, you will not be touching me again. I guess I just had to play God and
make sure of that myself.
Last night when I picked myself off of the floor and fell into your arms
it wasn’t because I wanted to, I just couldn’t stand. It wasn’t because I
wanted you to hold me as you may have thought. You picked me up carried me
to our bed and lay on top of me and kissed my swollen face so soft and
gentle. Even though you brushed my hair from my eyes and kissed my
eyelids, I didn’t feel anything. And even though I may have moaned when
you licked me between my thighs I really didn’t feel any kind of pleasure.
And when you put yourself inside of me and I grabbed your butt and said
your name a few times, I was just helping you get it over with. I moaned
because your weight was on my stinging ribs. So what that you asked me
what the fuck I was doing when I scratched your back, I felt the urge.
And when you went to sleep, I laid there under you because I couldn’t
move. When you finally rolled off of me you were limp and you left your
condom inside of me. The condom you searched all over for because you didn’t
want me to bleed on you like I did last time you kicked me.
I woke up before you this morning and cooked your breakfast like I always
do. I hoped you enjoyed the piss in your oatmeal and the blood I sucked
from my lip and mixed in your jelly. I watched you spread it on bread that
I wiped my ass with before I put in the toaster. I don’t even want to
tell you what I did with the sausages. I spit in your coffee and watched
you eat, noticing the look on your face because you knew something wasn’t
right. And when you got through with your breakfast, I put your dishes in
the sink but I wrapped the knife you used this morning in a napkin and put
it in my pocket.
After you left I laughed. I laughed all the way to the bank and took out
every penny and took advances on all our credit cards. I donated half of
the money to a women shelter, all 125,000 of it. Now you can pay back all
the other women like me those who had the strength to leave their man. Let
those women get a pool table or something, hell they deserve it. I took
the rest and put it away for the children.
I left some money for Andre so that he can pay for the counseling he’s
going to need to reverse the damage seeing his father slamming his mother
into the refrigerator. I sent the rest to Mya in college so that she would
never need to come back home when she graduates. You are never going to
touch my children again, I made sure of it. No, I am positive that you
will not touch them again.
So I figured that with me gone you would run over to your little woman
house and tell her the good news. So I went over there this morning and
stabbed the bitch. I stabbed her little backstabbing ass dead in her heart
with the knife you used this morning. And since there was a lot of
screaming and shit I knew the police would be there soon, So I took the
nasty ass condom you left inside me and stuck it up her ass. I know that
you didn’t actually kill her but you might as well have. It’s your fault
that she’s dead, so why would anyone else take the blame but you. And
since you killed her after you just got through fucking her it won’t be
premeditated so you will probably just get manslaughter and spend the rest
of your life in jail. They probably won’t sentence you to death. But you
will be okay. You got your high priced lawyers to defend you.
The same lawyers that bribed a judge when they had you on charges of
embezzlement from your firm. Remember you gave me those documents to
shred? Well I shredded most of them. I got up this morning and mailed the
others I had saved out in the garage to the States Attorney. And since
you’ve already killed someone you probably are going to jail for a long
time anyway, so those papers are probably going to do much damage. But I
had already mailed them before I thought about it.
Damn, you haven’t been this quiet in a long time. In fact, I can’t even
remember when you’ve been so quiet before. I guess If all that I had to do
was die to shut you up I should have killed myself a long time ago. So
since I got you undivided attention, for a change, let me tell you what I
want you to do. On one side of the computer screen there is a gun with one
bullet in it. On the other side is the telephone. You could A: call the
police, turn yourself in and go to jail for the rest of your life. Or B:
you can take that gun and join me. It’s up to you.
Don’t worry about Andre, he is with your mother you won’t be seeing him
again. You already killed your girlfriend so she’ll do you know good
either. You are about to lose your business and you are going to jail.
Your wife will be mysteriously found dead in your office tomorrow morning.
My body is still bruised and battered from when you beat me and your skin
is under my finger nails from where I scratched your back last night. So
shit doesn’t look to good for your right now.
But as you said last night before you threw me into the wall, I am a
bitch. Well ain`t this a bitch. Oh I know that you didn’t think that I was
going to die all by myself now did you? I already killed you motherfucker.
You can either go to jail and get fucked up your ass for the rest of your
life and have a man beat you around the cell like you did me. Until you
die like me after becoming the bitch you claimed me to be. Or you could
take this gun and put one in your head and kill yourself. It doesn’t
matter to me. Remember we said until death do us part right.
Moments pass. There is a click. One gunshot breaks the silence and his
body hits the floor. The roses he brought begin to rise in a pool of blood
that spreads across the floor like a fan. His wife steps out of the closet
she was hiding in and calls the police. She steps over her husband, sits
down at the computer and deletes the message on the screen. She brings up
the suicide notes that she wrote for him earlier. She gets rid of the
empty pillbox and calls her mother in-law and checks on the children. She
hangs up and calls his other woman and hangs up. The woman calls back
several times but she did not answer. The police assume that the husband
must have called her before he shot himself. She practiced all the lines
out loud. When she heard the police pull up she kneeled beside the man
that had once promise God that he was going to love and cherish her, and
felt nothing. That man was gone long ago and his body belonged to someone
whom she did not know. She didn’t feel any pain besides the tingling of her ribs.
She had no regrets either. She put himout of his misery and ended her own misery
with just one bullet. Yet she knelt there and screamed like her life was over.
candy and finds that shes already got something planned? The computer is
on and there is a note written on it. He sits down in front of the
computer and notices his handgun on the side of the computer and on the
other side, an empty container of pain pills.
He reads the message:
By the time you read this I will already be dead, so don’t get too
excited. Don’t bother looking around the house for me either. Of course I
didn’t want my body where the children may see, for they have already seen
enough. They have already had to endure far too many years of seeing their
mother being tortured by the man they are supposed to look up to. But even
though I know I am going to hurt them dearly, I cannot live like this
anymore. So I am taking these pain pills, prescribed for the kind of pain
you inflict and I am going somewhere to take a nap.
Don’t bother looking for me, just sit there and do something that you
haven’t been able to do for the last 7 years, listen to me.
Now that I had to go and kill myself to get your attention the least you
can do is finish reading this letter.
Every time that you beat me I had to rewrite it to add to the horror.
Besides I didn’t want you to find me after I died because the thought of
you touching me even after death turns my stomach. I refuse to let you
touch me again, in life or death.
I chose to die because I promised God when I married you that I would love
you for life. And since I am more afraid of Him than you, I choose death.
As I look around this house, you know its funny but I can remember the
good times that we shared together. Before the babies, before the
drinking, do you remember? I do, and it was good back then. It was almost
good enough to give me a little hope that we could get back to those
times. I guess I have to settle with the fact that no matter what`s going
on right now, you once loved me, and even you can’t deny that. I think
what hurts more than then my ribs that are stinging right now is the fact
that I still love you. The realization is stronger than any fist you could
ball up and hurl at me. Knowing that my love for you causes a stronger and
more lasting pain is much worse than a swift kick in the groin from your
steel toed shoes. But this is a pain that I can take care of, something
that I can remedy. I am not into pain, even personally inflicted kinds, so
I had to relieve myself.
Even as I stood in the mirror this morning admiring the black eye that you
gave me last night I knew you would never touch me again. And as I sucked
blood from my split, swollen lips I knew I couldn’t stand another blow
from you. Not because of the fact that you promised with tears in your
eyes that you would never do that to me again. Nor the fact that you put
your hand on the bible and swore to me that you were going to get help.
Not even the fact you got down on your knees and swore to God that you
would never lift a hand to me again. Well your prayers were answered and
no, you will not be touching me again. I guess I just had to play God and
make sure of that myself.
Last night when I picked myself off of the floor and fell into your arms
it wasn’t because I wanted to, I just couldn’t stand. It wasn’t because I
wanted you to hold me as you may have thought. You picked me up carried me
to our bed and lay on top of me and kissed my swollen face so soft and
gentle. Even though you brushed my hair from my eyes and kissed my
eyelids, I didn’t feel anything. And even though I may have moaned when
you licked me between my thighs I really didn’t feel any kind of pleasure.
And when you put yourself inside of me and I grabbed your butt and said
your name a few times, I was just helping you get it over with. I moaned
because your weight was on my stinging ribs. So what that you asked me
what the fuck I was doing when I scratched your back, I felt the urge.
And when you went to sleep, I laid there under you because I couldn’t
move. When you finally rolled off of me you were limp and you left your
condom inside of me. The condom you searched all over for because you didn’t
want me to bleed on you like I did last time you kicked me.
I woke up before you this morning and cooked your breakfast like I always
do. I hoped you enjoyed the piss in your oatmeal and the blood I sucked
from my lip and mixed in your jelly. I watched you spread it on bread that
I wiped my ass with before I put in the toaster. I don’t even want to
tell you what I did with the sausages. I spit in your coffee and watched
you eat, noticing the look on your face because you knew something wasn’t
right. And when you got through with your breakfast, I put your dishes in
the sink but I wrapped the knife you used this morning in a napkin and put
it in my pocket.
After you left I laughed. I laughed all the way to the bank and took out
every penny and took advances on all our credit cards. I donated half of
the money to a women shelter, all 125,000 of it. Now you can pay back all
the other women like me those who had the strength to leave their man. Let
those women get a pool table or something, hell they deserve it. I took
the rest and put it away for the children.
I left some money for Andre so that he can pay for the counseling he’s
going to need to reverse the damage seeing his father slamming his mother
into the refrigerator. I sent the rest to Mya in college so that she would
never need to come back home when she graduates. You are never going to
touch my children again, I made sure of it. No, I am positive that you
will not touch them again.
So I figured that with me gone you would run over to your little woman
house and tell her the good news. So I went over there this morning and
stabbed the bitch. I stabbed her little backstabbing ass dead in her heart
with the knife you used this morning. And since there was a lot of
screaming and shit I knew the police would be there soon, So I took the
nasty ass condom you left inside me and stuck it up her ass. I know that
you didn’t actually kill her but you might as well have. It’s your fault
that she’s dead, so why would anyone else take the blame but you. And
since you killed her after you just got through fucking her it won’t be
premeditated so you will probably just get manslaughter and spend the rest
of your life in jail. They probably won’t sentence you to death. But you
will be okay. You got your high priced lawyers to defend you.
The same lawyers that bribed a judge when they had you on charges of
embezzlement from your firm. Remember you gave me those documents to
shred? Well I shredded most of them. I got up this morning and mailed the
others I had saved out in the garage to the States Attorney. And since
you’ve already killed someone you probably are going to jail for a long
time anyway, so those papers are probably going to do much damage. But I
had already mailed them before I thought about it.
Damn, you haven’t been this quiet in a long time. In fact, I can’t even
remember when you’ve been so quiet before. I guess If all that I had to do
was die to shut you up I should have killed myself a long time ago. So
since I got you undivided attention, for a change, let me tell you what I
want you to do. On one side of the computer screen there is a gun with one
bullet in it. On the other side is the telephone. You could A: call the
police, turn yourself in and go to jail for the rest of your life. Or B:
you can take that gun and join me. It’s up to you.
Don’t worry about Andre, he is with your mother you won’t be seeing him
again. You already killed your girlfriend so she’ll do you know good
either. You are about to lose your business and you are going to jail.
Your wife will be mysteriously found dead in your office tomorrow morning.
My body is still bruised and battered from when you beat me and your skin
is under my finger nails from where I scratched your back last night. So
shit doesn’t look to good for your right now.
But as you said last night before you threw me into the wall, I am a
bitch. Well ain`t this a bitch. Oh I know that you didn’t think that I was
going to die all by myself now did you? I already killed you motherfucker.
You can either go to jail and get fucked up your ass for the rest of your
life and have a man beat you around the cell like you did me. Until you
die like me after becoming the bitch you claimed me to be. Or you could
take this gun and put one in your head and kill yourself. It doesn’t
matter to me. Remember we said until death do us part right.
Moments pass. There is a click. One gunshot breaks the silence and his
body hits the floor. The roses he brought begin to rise in a pool of blood
that spreads across the floor like a fan. His wife steps out of the closet
she was hiding in and calls the police. She steps over her husband, sits
down at the computer and deletes the message on the screen. She brings up
the suicide notes that she wrote for him earlier. She gets rid of the
empty pillbox and calls her mother in-law and checks on the children. She
hangs up and calls his other woman and hangs up. The woman calls back
several times but she did not answer. The police assume that the husband
must have called her before he shot himself. She practiced all the lines
out loud. When she heard the police pull up she kneeled beside the man
that had once promise God that he was going to love and cherish her, and
felt nothing. That man was gone long ago and his body belonged to someone
whom she did not know. She didn’t feel any pain besides the tingling of her ribs.
She had no regrets either. She put himout of his misery and ended her own misery
with just one bullet. Yet she knelt there and screamed like her life was over.