Suitcase

Another Dead Body

"Why my clothes still dirty?!"

Before I could even think of the word sorry the hamper was thrown at my head. Thought this was everything I left behind when I killed the first puta. But to this day if you ask me how I did it my answer would still be I don't know.

"What did I tell you about not listening to directions the first time?" He growled picking up his best friend the beer bottle and chucking it at my head.

"N-nothing," I stuttered out.

I could see the anger evident in his eyes. I knew it was stupid of me to say but it was true. We never discussed the consequences of me not listening to him. We never needed to. I always listened to him out of fear that if I didn't he would be just another Jason. Guess that just didn't work. He still gave me lovely bruises that were just to die for.

"What did I tell you about talking back to me?"

See there. That question I could answer because we talked about it. So yes I replied with confidence.

"You said not to do it, dude."

It was that response that sent him charging at me. It was that moment I murdered yet another persons child. Just like before I didn't notice it until the knife went through his chest. Well not exactly like the first time because of course the first time was a vase in a hallway.

Just like a repeated cycle I was rolling my suitcase by another dead boyfriend. On to ruin another life of a family of a child who didn't know how to keep his hands to himself.

"Harley fights back bitch."