The Perfect Murder

Support Group

       "The day I opened that box, I was going through Adam's things, just to see if he had been doing something he shouldn't have. I found a case of beer, two boxes of cigarettes, and a picture of a child that looked about two months old. Everything I thought I knew about him was incredibly wrong. A month before all this happened, he asked if he could move out. Of course, as his mother, I asked why he wanted to move out when we said he could stay for another three years; He had only just turned eighteen. He said he just wanted to get away, and leave the nest. Now, I completely understand why he decided to move out. He got married to the girl of his dreams, and they had a child. He had been hiding all of this from me. Then, I asked myself, would she want to kill him?" Mrs.Davidson read from her diary to her support group.

           "How did you know he married her, and didn't just decide to move in with her after the child was born?" Samantha, Mrs.Davidson's best friend, said.

           "Well, I was also sent a finger with a wedding band on it, and according to DNA tests it was Adam's. That's when I knew that kid in the picture was his son, not some random baby." She said in return.

            "Well, I'll be. That's very unlikely that his wife would just cut off his head and finger, and rip out his eyes for no reason. Actually, you have no proof other than the finger that would tell you she did it. By the way, I don't think you ever mentioned her name."

             "You're right, Samantha, I didnt. I do know her name, though. It's Rebecca Black, but if she married my son it would be Rebecca Davidson. Does that name sound familiar to anyone?" She asked the group.

             "That name sounds very familiar to me! As a matter of fact the Blacks' live right next to me!" Said Alexander Ludwig.

              He had moved to Houston seven months ago with his wife and two kids. He decided to go to a support group, because his first child died three years ago as a result of a heart attack. The boy was only four years old. Alexander had mentioned his son several times during group, but it didn't mean much to Mrs.Davidson until now. At Alexander's first session with the group, he had mentioned his son several times, and broke down twice. He had said something Mrs.Davidson would never forget that day.

             He said,"Life happens. It happens for reasons we don't understand until something else comes along. Maybe that something is good or bad, painful or exciting, but at least you will know how to deal with what's in front of you by knowing what's behind you. Pain demands to be felt people!"

             Mrs.Davidson knew the moment she heard him say that, that she would need to remember that someday. Well, that time was now for Mrs.Davidson.

           "I wonder if I could go to her house and ask her about her son. Or would you like to do that, Alika?" Alexander asked.

           "Actually, now that you mention it, I would like to talk to Rebecca, and find out what she thinks about what has happened. Considering her husband was my son. So, if you don't mind, Alexander, let me talk to her. Please and thank you." Said Alika. AKA Mrs.Davidson.

           "Well, I guess I'll see you when you come to talk to Rebecca."

           "Okay, see you then Alexander."

Author's Note
  See I told you they would get longer. Hope you enjoyed it. More to come!         Enjoy,Em