It's been a week after and I still haven't seen the kids. My husband is too drunk to know that theyre gone. Me and my girlfriends have been able to hang out a lot more than we used to too. I actually just came home from the beach with them.
They questioned where Kylee and Braylon were, but I told them the truth because I trusted them. They didn't blame me at all. When I got home though, police cars were sorrounding my house. Oh gosh..
"Hands up!" A police yelled. I put my hands down. I actually had a glock on me. I shot every single one of them. Well thats more bodies to hide. But then I saw my husband. He had a gun in my hand.
"Please..You don't have to do this." I begged. BOOM. I dropped to the ground. I guess this is the end of my life. I was meaning for it to be a happy ending.. Goodbye world..
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