Cpytonite Part I

Part I

Alora pulled the covers back over her head to wake herself up from what she desperately hoped it was a dream. She put them back down. It wasn't. Her husband laid there in a pool of red. Eyes wide open. There was a knock at the door. Shocked back into reality Alora frantically jumped up and grabbed her robe from the hook. It was Mrs. Noor from across the hall asking if they happened to have an extra plunger, it was too early for the stores to be open and her toilet had backed up. Alora told her to wait and closed the door back. Stepping over her husbands lifeless body to get to the bathroom. She quickly wiped the tears away on the silk robe and grabbed the plunge from aside the sink. A slight breeze on her back turned her attention to the window that was wide open. She would never leave her window open like that, they lived on the first floor.

Her attention was turned back to the tiny footsteps she heard going down the hallway wooden floors leading to her bedroom. The hairs one the back of her neck arose. Then out let a scream.

Alora
The night before John died, we were good. Loving on eachother like we did every other night. John and I had been married almost nine years. No children, just the two of us although we tried. A lot. Sometimes I feel like I let him down, not giving him children. He dealt with a lot from me. Neither of us was perfect, but he always wanted kids. I never told him that I would be okay with or without them. Now that he's not here I think it's better that I never did.

John was handsome, tall, dark and composed. He wasn't always this way. Time upstate for a stupid mistake can change a mans perspective for the better.

John robbed a liquor store when he was 14 with a few older guys. One of the older guys pulled the trigger on the clerk. John got caught at the scene with the dead guy. The other guys didn't. His mother begged him to tell the police what he knew, but John was hardheaded, felt like he had something to prove at that age. He refused to talk. The judge sentenced him until to juvenile hall until he was 18. I'd always tell him it could've been much worse.

The other guys, Rico and King ended up getting caught because they dumped the gun in the trash down the street. King's sister, Leanna,  always spoke the rumors that John told on her brother. Rico got life because his prints were on the gun, King got 15. He always feared that lie would catch up with him. It kept him up many of nights. That he wasted all those years in and out just for it to come back on him in the end.

We met when John first came home at 18. I had just moved to DC as a college freshman at 17. John had some friends that went to the school but there was a bit of the same hardheaded boy that went in. At the time, he was seeing by roommate , Opal.

We we're best friends and she was into him into him. Way more into him than he was to her, John was known for being friendly. That's why it didn't phase me when he tried to get with me one night after a party when Opal was passed out on her bed drunk.

But that night, instead we stayed up and talked all night. And even though I didn't give him any, I always felt guilty about the friendship we had after that night. He started coming to our dorm room to see me instead of her. I always told Opal we were just friends because that's all it was. She never believed me. Opal ended up pregnant by John sophomore year. He told her to get rid of the baby. She didn't handle losing it well and took a semester off. And that's when she stopped speaking to us both.

The end of my sophomore year, John got into a fight at a frat party. John got out with a few scratches, the other it wasn't so lucky and left with a broken nose. The unlucky guy just happened to be the son of the same judge that sentenced him when he was younger and declared a vendetta against him. He ended up going away for another 5-7 years.

This time, he really changed when he was inside. We wrote eachother everyday and next thing I knew I was lying to my ex boyfriend, Darius about going to see my mother and going to visits on weekends.

Darius took amusement in beating my face in. John never liked him. Once Darius found out, he cut all ties and put a block on the phone in his apartment I stayed at while he paid for me to go to law school. But that didn't last long, after my first year I was back out on my ass. Living in my car and staying on friends couches, the last thing I wanted to do was go back home to Philly with my tail between my legs. And in the back of my mind, I didn't want to leave John.

Eventually I got back on my feet, got a good job, graduated law school early and passed my bar exam. When I moved into an apartment, the first thing I did was write John and explained where I've been. Instead of writing back, he was at my door a week later. And the rest was history, we got married the next month.

But now he was gone. And I was in the back of a police car for murdering him. I would never hurt him, let alone kill him. My mind just couldn't wrap around why anyone would do this....