As I start heading towards the door, I feel him grab a handful of my hair and drag me as I fall to the floor. I'm trying my hardest to pry his hands off of my head but that just makes him grip my hair harder. I'm laying on the floor begging him to let go trying to interfere. I'm surprised he hasn't pulled any hair out yet. He drags my by my hair down the wooden stairs,
this hurts like a bitch. I feel tears starting to form in my eyes, but I can't show him I weak.
"Please let go of me you motherfucker let me go" I scream out in pain. "Not until you take back what you said" he yells out in a deep heavy voice still dragging me down the steps. "What is your problem, I told you I want to break up I can't deal with your bullshit Excuses and your alcoholism" I scream again but this time we reached the bottom of the steps. He always puts me down here because he knows no one can hear my screaming and crying. He let's go of my hair and I fall to the ground.
Out of the corner of my eyes I see a sword. The one he uses to torture me. As he turns the other way I quickly stand up weakly from the ground I reach around the corner and grab the sword. "Hey you little son of a bitch" I say acting as if I'm still on the ground hurt but I'm actually standing up with the sword aimed at him. He quickly turns around and with swift moment I hit him right in the heart with the sword. He falls to his knees screaming in pain. He face plants to the floor with his entire body looking lifeless. "Get up you fucking over exaggerator I didn't hit you that hard" I spoke acting fearless. "I shouldn't need to repeat myself should? Get up you-" I pause looking at his body in the ground I see blood starting coming from both sides of the body. I start freaking out. I decided to flip his body over with my foot and I see blood pouring out from his mouth, his eyes aren't moving and his chest isn't beating.
I feel tears starting to form in my eyes I killed him. I killed someone. I'm going to jail what am I going to do with the body? There's so many things running through my head. What the fuck am I going to do.
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Romance"What are we doing Sofie?" I heard him say behind me he spoke with so much emotion in his voice it sounded like his breaking point. I turn around fast to see him just staring at me. "What do you mean 'what are we doing'" I spoke with confusion looki...
