Abounding In Love

Chapter One

The ride home felt different than any other car ride I've had with my mother. Rightfully so; she had just picked her only child up from prison. I'm sure my mother had been looking forward to today, as I was too, but five long years in prison put a damper on my once talkative nature. So the long drive home was mostly occupied with silence, accompanied by random questions that just don't make sense to ask someone who just served time. Such as; "Are you hungry? Do you want to get some food?" I'd eat anything she put in front of me, at any time.

My mom means well though. What is she to say to me? What is she to ask that she doesn't already know the answer to? The awkwardness I feel is evidently shared equally by her. Her love for me never wavered when I was first arrested. She spoke to me once a week on the phone for five years straight. She came to visit every couple months. Visiting was tough on her, she spent most of her time crying upon seeing me. Being on the outside and speaking is different, timid, as if she's wanting to give me my space, not knowing how I'm feeling after being released.

Maybe I should be more sentimental to her emotions on such a big day in her view...but I had her fooled like most others.

Due to the fact that I was seventeen when I was convicted, my case was handled a bit differently. Because I wasn't a legal adult and I showed remorse, they gave me the least amount of time I could serve; ten years, being eligible for parole after five. I put on a pretty good show, expressing how much I regretted my actions, that I've always had a bit of an anger problem that was never treated. This made my mother feel guilty, which is probably another reason why she's stuck by my side.

Truth of the matter is...

I wanted to kill Grace.

I meant to kill Grace.

I loved killing Grace.

I also loved Grace deeply. A love you'd die for...a love you'd kill for.

She didn't want to by my girlfriend anymore. After a year and a half, she decided she simply didn't have the same feelings she once did for me.

"You've changed." She had said it so discouragingly. If I was an average person...that could've hurt my feelings. Grace always assumed I was joking, playing around when I told her that she'd be with me forever, that no one else could have her. So as she tried to leave me, the shock on her face was pure when she realized I was about to take her soul to keep it for my own...forever...like I told her it would be.

I would've given Grace all of my heart, the world and everything in it if she would have just listened to me. Though I guess she wasn't aware not listening would result in her dying.

I did everything right in our relationship. I picked her up for school every morning, bought her whatever she wanted, showed her affection, rarely ever argued with her. If Grace didn't like being treated like a queen by me...then she didn't deserve it from anyone. Some people just can't be happy when they have something good. Why ruin it when there's nothing to complain about?

So my shoulders felt a little lighter once her heart stopped beating. 

Poor mom, dad, the town, haven't figured out and more than likely won't figure out that Grace was not my first. The police just caught onto that one. How could I be so stupid as to forget her blood on the heel of my left shoe?

There was Greg.

Greg didn't know when to shut up. Maybe he was jealous of my popularity, overriding his status as the star footballer player that ate attention for breakfast. His snarky remarks towards me could only be taken and warned so many times before I lose my cool. By that I mean snapping his neck, carving him up into tiny little pieces, and dumping him into a far away, desolate location.