Stories

Fire

Today on this glorious day, we celebrate the union of Anna and Louis. For their love and commitment are clear and their love is unbelievable.

Those are the words I would've heard, but he had other plans. Plans that didn't involve me. One that hurt, humiliated and almost killed me.

I thought I knew him, but it seems I dont really know him. I thought he was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, but it seems I was wrong.

You see, he was a normal man, he loved to go ice skating. He enjoyed cooking and loved to read books. He was a quiet man. He enjoyed being alone as being accompanied.

As I told you, I thought I knew him. Apparently, he enjoyed doing something else. He would disappear at night, while I was sleeping. He thought I didn't notice, but I kept hearing the floorboard cracking. I heard the car going on and him driving of. I always wondered where he was going.

One day, I saw him with a woman. He had a gun and she appeared to be drunk. He saw the opportunity and took it, killing with a shot in the middle of the head. 

I ran inside the house and called the cops. I love him, but he just killed a woman in front of my house.

When he came to the house, he realised that I saw him. As I ran in the house, I was being followed by him.

I ran outside and he shot my leg. I fell on top of a sprinkler, which really hurt alot. I took it off and stabbed him. I got up and tried to ran towards the neighbour's house, but I got shot again, this time on my arm. If he were trying to kill me, why didn't he shot me in the head?  Why didn't he shot to kill me in the first place?

I got to the sidewalk, where he threw himself on top of me. He started to beat me up. I tried to fight him of, but being hurt didn't allowed me.

He draged me back into the house, leaving a trail of blood behind. He locked me in a room. I found a broom and I tried to hit him with it, but he broked it on me.

The cops arrived and had to kick the door down. He grabbed me and put the gun on my head threatening to kill me.

He then threw me on top of one of the cops and ran. The cop took me outside. As they were putting me in the ambulance, my home got in  flames. Screaming was all I heard coming from the inside of the house.

A few months go by, I found out that he's dead. Died inside the burning house.

Now that I think about it, the signs were always there. I always thought he was up to no good. My parents told me not to live with someone before getting married, something I didn't prayed attention to.

But now I work, I have my own apartment. I have a dog called Spots and a girl whom I adopted. So far so good...