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Chapter 1: Don't Think I'll Ever Get Enough

---Chapter 1: Don't Think I'll Ever Get Enough

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Louise's eyes widened at the words that her sister spoke. Her nephew was at school while her sister was getting arrested for smoking meth. The idiocy that her sister's mind held was too much to handle and she knew it. That's all her sister wanted: attention.

"Mila, you're telling me that you decided to be an idiot by getting arrested and leave your son to wait for you at school since he knows that you pick him up. It's already five o'clock and he got out at three o'clock." Louise angrily growled.

The sister groaned in pain at the headache brewing in her head. "Louise, if you put it that way then it sounds bad."

Louise's nose flared in a furious way. "All ways of the situations sound bad! Ask the police if you can call your son 'cause I'm done taking care off your sorry ass!"

Louise threw the phone at the wall with all her force and created a small hole in the wall. She went back into the kitchen to finish chopping the vegetables on the cutting board. She knew that people in her family had some sort of curse that made them the most infamous in Gotham City. It was ridiculous at how quickly it could affect someone. A creak at the door was heard and she snapped her head up to see who it was.

"Louise, I'm home!" Mark called from the door.

"In the kitchen!" She yelled back at him.

Footsteps were heard coming from the living room making Louise anxious. Her boyfriend was twenty-eight minutes late and she knew that it only took two minutes to get home from his work. Where was he during those twenty-eight minutes?

He came up behind her and gave a hug. She stiffened still in silence, but continued to chop the vegetables. He started to nuzzle his head in her neck and she pushed him away. She pointed her knife at him. He became angry and she knew it.

"What's your prob-"

She quickly cut him off. "Where were you?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

She pinned him to the wall and put the knife to his neck. "It only takes you two minutes to get home from work which means that you did something for another twenty-eight minutes."

He pushed the knife down. "I showed a new co-worker around work. She seemed confused."

"She?" A ticket fell from his jacket pocket as swiftly caught it. "The Holly Berry Motel. Why this date show today at four thirty-five?"

Mark pushed his partner into the wall, where he was, creating cracks in the wall behind her. "Fine, I fucked my co-worker in some run down motel! Do you want me to tell you that every time we talk?" He yelled at her then stopped to have a face of horror displayed.

A small gasp of shock was heard from the male as he dropped to the floor to cough up blood. He wrapped his hands around the hilt of the kitchen knife and felt even more pain when Louise ripped the knife from his chest. She straddled him and sickeningly smiled at him with blood smeared on her hands. She brought the knife over her head and started to stab him repeatedly. Blood squirted all over the walls and in Louise's eyes held lust for him to bleed more and suffer the consequences that she had set.

She slowed her process then completely stopped and felt back on her butt. She dropped the knife that was occupied in her left hand and started to rub her hands all over her face. She started to sob at the mess she made. She crawled her way over to the phone and dialed the number of the person she knew best.

"Hello, Daisy Simpson speaking." A happy voice answered.

"Flower, I need you to do something for me." Louise's hoarse voice whispered.

"Lou, what's wrong? You sound sick."

"Bring a new dress and some cleaning supplies. I did something."

"What did you-"

Like that, she cut her off by hanging up. All she had to do was wait for Daisy Simpson. Time had passed and she got thoughts in head thinking about her boyfriend's misteress. Thinking about it, he only had one female co-worker. A woman named Viola Laurens who seemed more of a stripper than a office worker. The same glistening in her eyes as when she was killing her boyfriend her arms started to have a tingling sensation as if something was missing from her body.

Then the doorknob started to rattle vigorously with much force. Louise grabbed the knife now dipped in blood. The door was now creaking open and she saw the presence of two women. Louise body went limp from the inside as she saw the woman she despised with the woman she loved since a child.

Daisy rushed to Louise in panicked state. "Louise, I'm sorry I took so long. This woman here needed help, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone."

"Hello Viola. How does it feel like to face death?" Louise asked.

Whoever was in that room that wasn't Louise didn't survive

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