I had to make a decision. The way I thought about it was it was him or me.
I came up with the idea of going back to seduce him. So I came out in my clothes he grabbed me know really angry. I resisted, it was hard to keep resisted, so instead I just let go. I let go and he ripped off my clothes threward me back upon the bed. He began to fuck me roughly and would talk me down.
"Why did you try to escape you little whore."
After he said that i snapped I took out my pocket knife and stabbed him once on his side, another time in the back, and one last one in the back of the neck.
There was blood everywhere. He collapsed on top of me.
I managed to get his corpse of of me. I ran back into the bathroom and liked in the mirror crying, i was crying because I couldn't believe what I had just done. I knew if I left everything like this the police would find out that it was me.
I wrapped his body in various sheets. And put him in my cars trunk.
my mother kept calling me and since i was so fed up with myself i turned my phone off. I can't even imagine how much i worried my mother and she had reason to be worried.
My clothing was ripped and covered in blood. I threw everything bloody in the neighbors trashcan. I went threw his drawers and got an outfit.
I got my car keys, got in my car, took out my map. I closed my eyes and picked up my finger. I let it down and where it landed, that's where I was going. I was set to go to Chicago, Illinois.
