manchester's sweetheart

Chapter 5

It was the next day and I was getting ready to go through with my plan.

I had to get all dolled up.

I put on this dress:

And did this makeup:

I went downstairs and grabbed a butcher knife and a full gas can.

I opened the closet door and took the tape off Patrick's eyes and mouth.
"Why would you do this to me?" he said with sadness in his voice.
I felt no remorse.
"It's what you deserve, darling." I said before running the knife across his throat.
"Don't do this." he said as a tear fell from his eye.
"Aw, am I too harsh for poor little Patrick?" I teased.
"Margaret, please stop. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I just have anger management issues, that's all. Let me go, please. I'll never lay a finger on you again. I'll never scream at you again. Let me go." he said as he continued to cry.
"Cry me a river." I said as I jabbed the knife into his stomach.
I twisted it, then pulled it out. I continued making deep cuts all over his stomach, chest, and arms.
I then cut the rope off his hands.
He immediately started swatting at my face and my hands, trying to punch me and/or take the knife from me.
I was not putting up with his bullshit so I quickly pinned his left arm to the ground and chopped his hand off.
"What happened to 'I'll never lay a finger on you again' you lying bastard. You've always been so full of shit and that's something I've always hated about you." I said while waving his severed hand in the air.
He then swatted at me with his right hand so I said, "Don't swat at me, motherfucker. You want this hand cut off too? Oh, I think you do." so I pinned his arm to the ground and cut his remaining hand off.
I'd had about enough of his screaming so I gashed his throat with the knife, damaging his vocal chords.
I then grabbed the gas can and dumped the gas on and around Patrick. I took my cigarette lighter and set him ablaze.
"Goodbye, darling." I said, happily, while wiping my bloodied hands on my dress.
I put on my white boots and went outside. I felt like a brand new person. I was relieved that he was finally gone.
I lit a cigarette in celebration.
I walked down the sidewalk as my house caught fire. I waved the knife around as I yelled, "I'm free! I'm finally free!" with a huge smile across my face.
It wasn't long before my burning house was surrounded by cops, ambulances, and firetrucks.
"Is anyone still inside?" a firefighter asked me.
"Just my boyfriend. But he's long gone." I replied.
I was then asked if I knew how the fire started. I didn't say anything, I just showed them my cigarette lighter.
I was then arrested for kidnapping, domestic violence, first-degree murder, and arson.
I'll probably never see the light of day again, but it was all worth it.