The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all ...
"Why did you kill your husband?"
"He was a GOOD man!"
"He was my son!"
"He was nothing but a good man to you!"
"Murderer!"
"Killer!"
"You'll burn in hell for this!"
People do horrible crimes for no reason ... some get away with it ... other don't.
Some have reasons though ... to do the most horrible thing imaginable ... and they don't understand.
I am no saint.
I am not perfect.
I am ... human.
I didn't kill him, my husband, I know who did though ...
Another man, another man I knew, killed him.
It was a silent chilly night. I had just pulled out the cherry pie from the oven when he, my husband, walked in. I carefully placed the pie on the kitchen mat. I grabbed his dinner and put it on the table where he preferred to sit. He smiled, the boyish smile I fell in love with was now a grin from man. He hugged me around my waist as I poured his favorite red wine. I poured a bit for myself, put my plate at the table, and placed the pie on the middle of the table. He kissed me. After he ate his dinner and gave him a slice of the pie. As he ate he watched me. I had barely finished my first cup of wine while he was drinking his third cup. I got up and grabbed the bottle, and placed it on the counter when he yelled at me. I quickly brought it back and poured another cup of wine. He hugged me and apologized to me. He grabbed the knife on the table and placed it against me neck. He said, "how dare you to tell me how much I can drink!" I apologized and asked for forgiveness but he didn't care. Just as he was about to cut me, a man busted into the back window door. He was wearing a mask. He had a gun ... he told my husband to let me go ... he wouldn't so he took matters into his own hands and shot my husband. Only in the leg. My husband dropped to his knees. He begged for his life. The man didn't kill him. He grabbed my arm, pulled me to his chest and told me, "get what you need. I have him." I ran to my room and grabbed a bag and filled it with some clothes and threw on a pair of shoes.
When I returned he, my husband, was gone. The man grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. Out there was a truck. He pulled me into his truck and buckled me up. He pulled the mask off ...
"Dustin."
"About time sis. Come on we better get going."
"Dustin-I what ... what are you doing? Where is Max?"
"He got what he deserve. Let's go!" He pulled off into the road. I didn't say anything to him until we were two towns away.
"Dustin-"
"Sis he has been abusing you for ten years! He killed my nephew! Your son! And he got away with just because he was an officer of the law! I didn't kill him. I left him out back, beside the pull with bottles of beer and his gun."
"Dustin I don't want you to go to jail ..." I said. Just as we were leaving the sirens went off. A police car was behind us. My brother tried to shake off the cop but the cop was after us. Dustin pulled over and got out. He left me. The cop found me in the passenger side of the car. He knew that he was looking for someone else. He arrested me and asked me for my partner. But I wouldn't rat out my brother. Not when he thought he was saving me. Blood is thicker then water.
