We had dated for two years when proposed, asking for me to be his one and only on the same spot where we first met, the place it all began. Everyone said I was too young, too naive, and that saying yes was my biggest mistake, but there was no hesitation when he asked. I said yes without a second thought.658Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡysF9kGPcdz
He wasn't a bad man, just a bit too fond of alcohol. Yet, we had a lot in common, he and I. We both knew what we wanted, and both strived to achieve our goals, no matter the cost. The fact was, one of us was much better at it than the other.
I never complained about his violent tendencies, kept my mouth shut when he had one two many. Even when not in the mood, if sex was what he wanted then I gave it to him. People passing by would whisper about "that poor woman," but I didn't understand. I was happily married, had a home, a husband. What more could I have wanted? His love was worth the hand landing on the side of my face, the verbal abuse erased by the fact that he loved me. Sure, he was sleeping with other women, but simply because I couldn't provide him with everything he needed, and I only wanted him to be happy. 658Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwbvDLRtcp
Then, a couple of months ago, these bodies started showing up in the strangest places. They were prostitutes at first, women who had no place in this world. Honestly, I thought they deserved their fate, selling their body to any man or woman who would pair a fair penny.
Then the deaths became more frequent, the target no longer prostitutes, but women from upper class families. Tyler and I would discuss it over dinner some night, both agreeing that it was a pity such a thing was happening. Tyler requested that I stay inside once the night fell, so he could protect me. It was an honor I didn't deserve. There were many nights Tyler would disappear, but he always returned with tales of chasing off thieves or bandits, rescuing children from attackers, keeping the elderly from being mugged. He was truly a hero and would reward himself with a shot of tequila, or a cold beer. He deserved them for all his hard work.
Then, one day, the cops showed up at the house, taking Tyler away in handcuffs. The officer in charge of the investigation was a handsome young man. He told me of evidence found at the scenes that pointed to him. His pocket watch, the one he swore he lost, was found by one girl's body. Another was wrapped in his coat, almost like a mercy killing.
I argued with the officer for a bit, before it kicked in. I followed him down to the station, telling him of the times Tyler had wandered off at night, the times he came home drunk, but how he had done all those glorious things, only to find out they were lies. He had never helped someone, he was out sleeping with various women and prostitutes, killing them afterwards. The evidence was so straight forward that I had to accept it.
I almost admitted that it was I who killed those women, but they had so much evidence, I'm sure that my case would never be believed. I heard they are pressing for the death penalty. How many worthless men have I gotten rid of this way? Is it six or seven now? I seem to have lost count.
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Author's Note:Yeah, this really sucks, but I'm writing between classes and it was all that I could come up with and keep with the pg-13 rating.658Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT6TSV8ZWhD
