ATTN/ I want to apologise in advance this chapter has no punctuation I am horrible at it and fully depend on my editor to correct it to the best of her ability however she is sick at the moment and rather then make you all wait any longer then I already have I am publishing it earlier in an extremly rough draft and when she gets the chance I will certainly have her edit but till then I hope you all enjoy this chapter with more to come very soon this time i promise sorry again for the delay...
~MIKE~
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Chapter 17
I sat in the driver's seat heading to the location of the next money house my hands griping so tightly to the steering wheel they ached my head spinning from everything I have been through since this whole thing started back home then Stacey flooded into my head and the thought of the baby it wouldn't be long now before our child would arrive into this fucked up world and its life would be what we make of it do I want this destructive psychotic behavior to be taught to my child then I realized I think this is the first time I thought of everything I have done to be psychotic by my own standards and possibly wrong I shook of the notion of that nonsense I couldn't have been wrong about all of this everyone I have targeted throughout this whole ordeal have been the ones who were wrong not me damn it I am making a difference in this world riding it of all the filth I grew up in why would I even think any differently just because I am having a child I begin to question my entire moral compass
I snapped out of it as I noticed a floral delivery truck parked alongside the store I saw a woman locking up the shop and quickly pulled over to Patrick's surprise I jumped out of the van and ran towards the woman
"Mam hey Mam please god don't tell me your closing I cant be to late its my wife and I's anniversary today and like the complete worthless fool I am I have forgotten it the last three years now I need to make a grand gesture this year or I know I will lose the best thing to ever walk into my life and it all hinges on the mass amount of flowers I intended on getting Please god tell me you will open back up long enough to help me out I will so make this worth your while"
"(scoffs) Seriously you have forgotten the last three years she should leave your ass clearly she doesn't mean that much to you or you would never forget something that important i bet you cheat on her as well in fact I think your not even married I see no ring on your finger or any indication you have wore one any time recently what the hell kind of shit are you pulling Look I have had a really long day I'm tired and I am not going to open back up for the likes of some loser like yourself get a life"
She began to step around me and walk away I felt my blood begin to boil in rage my body trembling I reached out grabbing a fist full of her hair and jerking her body against mine as I reached up my sleeve and slid out the scalpel slicing her cheek then placing the cold blade to her throat as I whispered into her ear
" Unlock the fucking door and enter the security code or I will cut you from ear to ear so deep I hit the bone you will be dead before you hit the ground you ugly bitch so don't even think about screaming for help"
Her body trembled in fear as she tried to refrain from crying as she reached out unlocking the door walking in slowly she dialed in the code on the keypad to the right of the entrance she spun around quickly tears flooding down her round fat face pleading to know what it was I wanted and to please not kill her
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