My third offence. Today my father is going to be relieved of his pain for my mother. It’s October 7, 8:00pm on the dot. My father was on the couch sleeping deeply. You could tell by his loud snoring. Jolene was bagging all the valuables. I changed the plan up just a little. I tied my father’s hands and legs together. Afterward I put a pair of socks in his mouth as a choke and duck taped over them. He became a little alert. I whispered in his ear “ It’s ok daddy. You will see mommy soon.” In his drunk’ in state he was defenseless. So I turned him on his back and pull out a knife. I slowly glided the knife across his stomach. He made little sounds and wiggled like a madman, but that didn’t stop me. He was coming close to death as I opened him up. Then I heard an ear drum bursting scream. It was Jolene,she was standing at the end of the steps, with her hand over her mouth.
She screamed “What are you doing! You were only to shot him! That was the plan right?!” She was being a little too bossy for me. So it was time to turn on her. I raised the knife. She just kind of laughed. She whispered “You wouldn’t.”
I laughed and yelled “I would!” She ran to the kitchen. She was going through the drawers looking for a weapon. I was too fast, She was cornered. I glide the knife straight to her heart, but she move and I only got her side. Then she picked up a can and sprayed something in my eyes. It stung so much I cried. She kicked me rapidly, then she was spreading some kind of liquid around the floor. It smelled like fuel.
She came over to me and yelled “You think I am that stupid. I knew you would turn on me. So I came prepared.” Then she splashed something in my face. My face burned more, she had soaked my body in fuel.
Then she simply whispered “Goodbye old friend see you in the next life.” Then she dropped a lighter just ten feet from my body. . . ..... . . ....
