ch.2 kitchen

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I parked my bright red car in my big driveway. My heart was pounding and i felt like i needed to leave this relationship,the only problem was that I didn't know how! Before i walked in the door, I saw  my wife through the window, sitting on the kitchen stool looking dazed. I can tell something is up.

"Hey..whats wrong?" I said startled. "I...I killed him!" Samantha cried out. My face dropped and i felt numb. All I know is I never wanted any part of this!

Samantha wouldn't speak after she confessed. I called the cops, but unfortunatly, they didn't think my stuation was sane. Why can't the cops believe me!? I helped Samantha to bed because that was the only thing i could do. The rest of the night i ordered a pizza and watched a movie.

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