Love at first sight

Antonio

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love at first sight

Hi, my name is Betty and I’m 21 years old. What you’re about to read is the truth and nothing but the truth. It all started in 2010 at a Starbucks, I was studying and enjoying my favorite drink with my best friend at our usual table. Then he arrived. A tall man just entered the room, he had curly brown hair and is eyes were a cold blue. My best friend saw him before me and she immediately told me to look at him. I turned around on my chair to have a better look at him, he turned around too and looked at me. It’s at this moment, while we were doing eye contact, that I knew it was love at first sight.

Now let me explain how I went from this beautiful love story to filling this police report. When our relationship first started it was amazing, he was the perfect husband. Unfortunately, after 1 years and a half of paradise he started to show his real personality. He slowly started beating me every time something wasn’t done to his liking. For example, if I forgot to do the dishes, if I went to see a friend or simply got out of the house without telling him where I was going, I knew I was going to end my night bleeding on the floor. I know I should have left him a long time ago but I still had hope, hope that maybe one day our relationship would be perfect again.  

One day, I was at the supermarket and I saw something interesting on the pinning board. It was an SOS number for beaten women. I took it for in case of emergency, for if I stopped hoping and started acting. Then I went back home. When I got in the house he did something amazing, he came to me and kissed me, he was actually being sweet again and I was so happy. So happy that I forgot the paper I had put in the bag earlier. Of course he had to pick the wrong bag to unpack. When I saw him reading this stupid little piece of paper, I knew exactly what was going to happened, only I wasn’t sure if I would wake up this time. I did, I woke up the next morning, in a hospital bed. There was a couple of nurses turning around me, asking questions, a lot of questions. Questions like, who did this to me and why. Normally I would have tried to protect my husband but I really just couldn’t continue like this anymore. So I told them everything.

One week later I was back on feet and on my way to go see him one last time before I end it all. When I finally arrived I was looking at the house and was wondering why I didn’t do all of this earlier, everything would have been so much easier. I made my way to the back of the house and found him exactly where I expected him to be, in the pool, I immediately joined him. When he saw me he looked really confused and it made me laugh. “hey baby?” I could ear in his voice that he thought he had killed me. I got close as if I was going to hug him and them pulled out

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the knife I had put in my pocket earlier and stabbed him without thinking twice. And did it again, and again, and again. To be honest the expression on is face was definitely worth it all. Antonio was laying motionless in a pool of blood, by my side.

So here I am, writing the whole story on the last paper that I will see of my life, because I’m on my way to the last place I will ever go, the united-state’s prison.

Or at least, that’s what I thought...Until the van brutally stopped. I heard screaming from the front seats and then the back doors opened and I heard a voice “hey baby, are you still mad?”