CHAP 1: "Wait, what the hell happened?"

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6:27a.m.
City Gate Motel, Lousiana.

I rose out of the bed, head pounding, heart racing. In the process of wiping the groggy feeling off my face , what I saw made me pale.

RED.

Was it blood? My hands began shaking as if I drank ten cups of coffee that morning.
What the hell happened last night.

My last memory, vaguely showed me intervening Tori and her dick of a husband Dan's argument at the motel. Why were they arguing, but more importantly, who's blood was on my hands? Questions flooded my mind, clouding my judgement, trying to fathom and make sense of everything, then it hit me...TORI.

Tori Allen was the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on. Since Junior High, I had eyes for noone but her. Her skin was a sandy-colored tan which glistened like diamonds whenever she were to be exposed to light. Her hair, long, silky and a rich shade of brown with blonde highlights. Her eyes, ah those eyes, those hazel, wondering, curious, deep eyes were framed by long lashes and no bags or wrinkles in sight. A straight nose lay in the middle of her face, perfectly complimenting her luscious full pink lips which she always accented with a shiny lip gloss, ever since we were kids. Her figure stood at 5 feet 4 inches, slim but her frame had  just enough curvature, perfect for her and me.
She didnt need makeup. She had a natural beauty, blemishes and all, and what drew me to her more was that she didn't care for it. She was comfortable in her own skin, the picture of perfection. When she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her and had she wept, the world would want to comfort her.

I hurled myself towards the motel room's door and quickly pulled it open, completely forgetting my blood-stained hands. To my bad luck, as the door opened, there stood four police officers. Immediately, i knew i was fucked.

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