A shovel, a hack saw and bin bags. The guy at the counter looked at me funny as he rung up all the items.
"Maybe I shouldn't have bought all this stuff at the same hardware store," I thought to myself.
"Cash or card," said the clerk.
I rummaged through my bank cards.
"Fuck it, I'll charge it to my wife's card. I doubt she would mind, " I joked nervously with the clerk.
I grabbed all the stuff of the counter and made my way out to the car. I put the stuff in the back seat and jumped in the driver's seat. I turned the ignition as I took a deep breath.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked my wife.
"I can't keep letting you do this on your own, " she said as she put her hand on my leg.
We drove for hours, we were making sure this time we were well out of the state. Usually, I don't get my wife involved in this, but every time I do this it takes a bit of me with it. I think my wife just wants to share the burden.
We were well out of state by the time the banging started. Soon she was going to be fully awake and screaming to be let out. If we got pulled over how do we explain the screaming girl in our trunk.
We drove for a bit up the mountain to a spot I had planned in advance. By the time we pulled up she was fully awake and screaming to get out. I wanted to break her legs so she couldn't escape. It's what I usually do. But the wife thought it was cruel.
I told my wife to be prepared as I got ready to open the trunk. I whipped open the trunk and out she Jumped knocking my wife over. As she ran for her life. I grabbed the rope I had tied to her neck, snapping her off her feet and on to her back.
"Kill her quickly," screamed my wife.
I grabbed the shovel and just as she was about to jump back on her feet I cracked her in the back of the head, killing her instantly.
I know cutting up the body seems extreme, but it was my wife's idea after all. It was just something I could never stomach. But we have exhausted all Ideas at this moment.
When our daughter first died in a car accident it broke us. She was our only daughter, our world. Don't ask me how but one night I came downstairs for a glass of water and there she was just sitting there. We thought it was a miracle. But soon we had to face the truth it wasn't our daughter that came back.
The first few times I killed her, it killed me a little bit every time. It's been twenty years now since she first died. Hopefully cutting her body into pieces will do the trick.
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