On my way to the mansion, I considered trying to ditch her. Just when I built up the courage to try, I would see her. At a bus stop, crossing the street, in another car, in my rear view mirror, anywhere! So I had little choice in the matter anymore. When I pulled up to the mansion, she was sitting on the porch stairs. She smiled a knowing smile as I pulled up, and that worried me. "Ok, here we go!" She jeered.
She acted like we were about to go to a six flags. Her sickening excited attitude towards my wifes death was repulsive. But I was scared. I kept thinking. I had let this woman manipulate me this far, but I could still walk out of here with my own free will. No one had to die! I think the woman knew what I was thinking, because she started whispering in my ear. "Kill them, Joseph. Send them to hell. Don't let your horrible excuse of a wife take your children from you. Listen, Joseph. You can hear them upstairs."
There was a moment of pause before they were audible. You could hear my wife and her new partner wailing away upstairs. This sent a wave of anger through my body like I've never felt before. The woman whispered one last thing. "Don't worry about the fuzz, either. I've got friends in high places. You won't even be a person of interest in her investigation."
I took in one last breathe of night air, and kicked open the door. I ran unstairs, giving my wife little time to realize what was going on. I threw open the bedroom door and aimed my gun at the bed. There they were, entangled in matted bed sheets. Two shots later, those bedsheets were splattered with blood. I decided to use my other bullets as target practice on the mans corpse. Right then, the woman was next to me again. "Holy hell, Joseph! I didn't expect you to shoot him that much! I mean c'mon, have some class!"
I ignored her jibes and breathed a sigh of relief. I had no idea how draining murder could be. I felt like I had just run a marathon. I dropped the gun to the floor and leaned against the wall. Just then, sirens could be heard from outside the house. I looked up at her, frozen in fear. She smiled her sick smile again. "Do you realize what they are going to do to you in prison, Joseph?"
I looked towards the door, terrified. "No, no!" I yelled. The police started banging against the door. I wished then and there I hadn't wasted all my bullets, because one of them would be in my skull if it could be. The police forced the door open and I gave the woman one last look of desperation. She smiled, winked, and disappeared into thin air. My stomach dropped.
