“It’s been 6 years. I’ve been with my girlfriend for 6 short years. She’s beautiful, smart, perfect in other words. Our relationship is amazing. I love her with all my heart, and she loves me the same. We’ve had our ups and downs, but no down as low as this. Lately, we’ve been arguing over him. He is the cause for all 'issues'.
Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Jose. I am twenty-seven. My girlfriend is Anna Marie. I’ve known her since junior high. We both went to Alvarado Middle School together. The guy’s name is Mark. He is the worthless piece of trash that wrecked my life.
The story started off in my house. Anna was texting Mark. I asked her who that was and she completely ignored me. I asked her again, then she said, 'Who?'
Her words aggravated me to the point I wanted to scream. I don’t know what it was about those words, but they aggravated me. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, but I calmly said, 'Mark? Who’s Mark?'
'Just a friend. I’ve known him before I knew you. Don’t worry, babe. He’s not here to take your spot,' she said with a smile. What was that supposed to mean. Was she planning on getting rid of me? Who’s this Mark anyway? And how come I’ve never heard of this 'Mark' character?
'Cool,' I said calmly again, fighting back all of my aggravation that came out of nowhere. Where did this aggravation come from? I don’t know where it came from, but I was ready to explode.
Later that night, when she fell asleep, I took her phone and read the messages. In the messages, I noticed one thing. It was repeated about three times. 'ily' and 'ilyt' were the messages. I looked it up. I couldn’t find it anywhere. I asked a friend of mine. He told me that it meant 'I love you.' The anger inside my chest filled up so fast. I planned it out. I planned out the murder of this 'Mark'.
The next morning, I left before Anna woke up. She sent me message after message asking where I was. I didn’t respond. I was too busy to, anyway. I found out where he lived. He was single. A little bit over weight. He had long, black hair. He wore glasses. I even remember the clothes he was wearing that day. It was a white, graphic tee. And old, baggy blue jeans. I figured out how exactly to kill him.
Every day, Mark would go to the coffee shop. But, he didn’t take the normal way home. He always took the back roads. In fact, one of the roads led to our house. I was going to kill him there.
When I got home that night, Anna was crying. I asked her why, but there was no response. All of my anger built up. I yanked her up from sitting down. She yelled. I threw her back down. The crying got louder. I smacked her across her face. Never have I felt so good. I screamed at her. I said in a yell, 'Why are you crying?! I’m not having an affair, YOU ARE!! Why in the hell are you crying?!' She hid her face from me. She said, 'Because, you left without telling me. You haven’t talked to me all day. And now you’re acting like this... What did I do you wrong?' She sobbed. I stormed out. I slept in my car that night.
The next day, I went to the road. I waited for Mark to pass. As expected, he passed. But this time, I stood in front of his vehicle, making him swerve off of the road.He slowly got out of the vehicle with a confused look on his face. I walked up quietly behind him, tapped him on his shoulder, held a gun to his head, and shot five bullets into his brain. But, I wasn’t going to leave the body there. I put the body on a sheet. Then, I dragged the body to my house. I took him inside. Anna wasn’t there because she was at work. I pulled up the floor boards and put his body under my house in my floor.
When Anna got home, dinner was on the table. I cooked her favorite meal. I apologized for my behavior the day before. Then I apologized for future behavior. She looked at me puzzled, but then smiled. She hugged me and then kissed me. We ate. She was tired from the long day at work, so she fell asleep early. I took the same gun that I killed Mark with and shot Anna. I shot her three times, her favorite number. I put her body with Mark’s. I mumble, 'Now you have her for eternity.' I sat down on the couch, took a deep breath, picked up the phone, dialed 911, and turned my self in.”
“You are one sick person Mr. Gonzalez. Life in prison,” said the judge.
The gavel slammed down on the desk.
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