I cupped my hands around the side of my eyes, and peered through the window. My husband tripped over a stone and fell towards me, pressing my face slightly into the glass. I turned around and with all my might pushed him. He stumbled backwards but managed to keep his balance.
“I hate going anywhere with you!” I balled my fist up to keep from any further physical contact.
He hung his head.
“What time are your clients supposed to arrive?” He just got his real-estate license and somehow thought he could sell this dump.
“They’re already here.” Calmly he walked to the door and unlocked it. Our voices echoed as we made entry.
“There’s no way anyone is here.” I peeked around each door frame, giving myself a tour. I noticed a bronze plaque placed directly above the stone mantel. I could still feel a tad bit of heat coming from the fireplace as if someone had recently been here. I stood on my tippy toes and leaned in to get a better look.
I read the words out loud. “Because you are evil!” I shrugged my shoulders and turned to face Larry. “That’s Stra……….”
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“I couldn’t take it anymore, the physical and mental abuse radiated through my soul. I grabbed Sheila by her long, red hair and slammed her head into that metal plate repeatedly. When she took her last breath, I could finally breathe. You may see me as a monster but, you have no clue what I have lived through.”
The doctor leaned back in his chair, intertwined his fingers, and gave me a tiny smile, right before his weight caused the chair to fall backwards and hit the wall.
Just my luck, the corner of the bookshelf caught his temple. He died right there in the prison office with me as the only witness. My temporary insanity plea went right out the door with the psychiatrist in a black bag on a gurney.
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