Silent Wars

Years ago

"Peter what's wrong you seem bothered by something." I ask my dreamy boyfriend of four months. He stares at the ground almost in menacing thought. "Can I trust you?" He finally asks. I chuckle slightly. "What kind of question is that Peter of course you can." He walks around into the car and locks it. "What did you do?" I finally ask in slight terror.
"I did it. I killed her last night on accident." He confesses. Here's the thing I'm dazed that he finally let some of that anger out. "How'd it feel?" I ask nonchalantly. He looks at me in confusion. "...good. I have to leave from here." I sigh sadly. "Oh Peter Baldwin what have you some to me?"
I miss him dearly. I heard of the murdering of women in Belfast, so I'm taking a train there. Here's my story I didn't grow up your average innocent girl. My father abused and neglected me. My mother passed at a young age. When I was seven he finally went to prison for abusive acts upon a child. I was in foster homes over and over. One day when I was twelve I met Peter Baldwin and fell in love soon after. The night he accidentally committed murder was the day I became an alibi. He taught me a few things. We had mind blowing love sessions in bed if you know what I mean. He was aggressive, but I enjoyed myself as did he. We were together for four months, and he left. We kept in small contact. I old me he has wife he can't trust very much with his other lifestyle. He has two children a girl and boy. He called me for some help.
"Hello?"
"Mille it's Peter."
I sit frozen.
"Peter Baldwin?"
"Yes. Listen closely I need your help tonight in Belfast. 2400 hodgepodge road."
He hangs up.
Here I am reuniting with the man I thought would be in prison by now. The murderer I never I would fall for again.  He stole my heart once will he steal it again? My first crime was exhilarating to the feeling in my soul.
I climb the gate in the dead of night here in Scotland.
He reads.
He drinks.
He sleeps.
When the light goes off I make my mark.
I sneak in through the window of the living room and quietly walk up the stairs. I open the door with stealth my heart racing in my chest. I steady my breathing and wait for him to do something. He turns to the other side of the bed leaving an empty space. I snake my gloved hand around carefully. "Hi honey how was work?" He says sleepily. "It was fine honey." He stiffens to my touch, but I hold him tightly blocking his airway. I straddle him and wrap my hands around his throat to watch him die. I cover up the murder so he "killed himself". I grab my bag and get on the next train to Belfast.
I smile at the beautiful work I created. I've been doing this for a year and a half thank you to Peter Baldwin or should I say Paul Spector.