My Father's Daughter

1990

The hardest part was looking into his eyes as they drained of all life. The cold empty stare as he passed away in the night. He liked his scotch in the evenings with his steak, but he liked his girlfriend right before he came home to his wife. His wife, his first love, and once upon a time, his only love. The mother of his children, both alive and miscarried, though only one is alive. His wife, the recipient of his brutal beatings when she didn't bend to do as he pleased. She had grown tired. Day in and day out as he came home, reeking of her perfume along with the audacity to use his wife as seconds. The day she threatened divorce she was sent to the hospital with a broken arm, bruised ribs and a cracked eye socket. She thought of all these things and he try to catch his final breath, only for the night to take it from him. He was too weak to fight back. His pulse faded and he died right underneath her. She had given him his scotch as he liked, but what he didn't know what the sedative injected into his steak.

"You know why this is happening, don't you Luther? I loved you. You were my everything. You were my life. I was yours. But you let her ruin it. She received your love while I received your backhand." She tells him while increasing the pressure of the knife resting in his chest cavity. Tears filled her eyes. She knew what she had done, she couldn't take it back.

"Open the door! It's the Police!" There was a loud banging at the door.

She lay there. She didn't care anymore. She put the gun to her head, and looked at her dead husband. "Till death do us part babe." She pulled the trigger as the police kicked the door down.