I Just had to

This morning wasn’t like any other the air was still no wind was blowing the house didn’t smell like beer, but little did she know that her husband had been drinking all night and into the early morning, walking down the hall way to her bedroom she spots her boy in the bathroom cleaning the blood from his face, she knew then that he had hurt her boy. She knew then what she had to do, because now he's hitting her son. Had he been hitting him when she wasn’t around? She went into her husband room got into the beautiful dresser and bent down to the middle drawer and pulled out his hand gun. She walked into the living area and with her fiery red lips and her ivory skin, she bent over and kissed him but little did he know that, that kiss would be the last one he would ever get. He woke up from her soft kiss. He saw her and yelled " get out of my way w***e, I want food." He sat down while the nanny brought him a plate full of home cooked food. She walked into the living room and got a pillow, walked back into the kitchen, put it up to his head and pulled the trigger and his plate and his brains were on the wall, her son stood in the door way, fell to his knees and cried not cause his mom shot his dad but because his abuser was dead. The mother was never convicted and was never charged with the murder of her late husband. She laid him to rest with fake tears in her eyes holding on to her baby boy, she whispered in his ear and said " he's gone babe he wont hurt us anymore." while he was being put into the ground and spit in his grave. Later that night she got the gun she killed her husband with and wiped it clean and stuck it back in the dresser drawer and never looked at it again. Years later she remarried and had two more kids with her new husband she never told her new hubby that she was already married once, nor did she bother to tell his she killed her late husband in cold bloody murder, but things have a bad habit of re suffering. One day while her husband was home, there was a knock on the door and she answered leaving her husband to work in his home office, once she got to the door she opened it and she stared into the face of her oldest son and two of the best missing persons agents Texas has ever seen. The man who spoke and asked " mama I am Blake with missing persons is this your son" she said " why yes this is my boy, may I ask why missing persons is bringing my boy home?" Blake looked at the woman and said " mama we would like to ask you a few questions about your late husband, there was some new information that was added to your husbands cold case." She grew cold, why is there new information? She had been so careful. THE MAID!!!!! That b***h did she rat me out? She couldn’t have she hated him as much as I once did, she suffered his abuse as well. The poor woman was throw around and left for dead more that once and she was sexually abused as well. "ma'am……..Ma'am ……..mama" I snapped out if it cause the officer was snapping her fingers and yelling at me. Had I zoned out, I guess so. She took me by my upper arm and helped me into her car. I asked 'where are ya'll taking me to?' The woman answered "the station to ask a few questions." "I'm I under arrest?" I asked with a shake in my voice She replied "oh heavens no honey just need to ask questions, is that okay?' I answered back less nervous "Yes that's fine." I said as calm as I could, knowing the situation I was nervous, but I couldn't let that show. The whole way there I was going over the story I told the police so long ago, and then what really went down. I had told the police that I shot him out of self defense cause he was beating me in front of my boy, but that wasn’t the case. I get chills just thinking about that day, but that dirty w***e of a maid had told my story and now i'am going to be put away for murder. The car had pulled into the police station and I had become sick to my stomach, I could barely keep from becoming sick all over someone's freshly shined shoes. The nice police man takes my arm and leads me to the interview room he takes me to the chair and pulls it out for me and sits me down and scoots my chair in. I thought to my self "his mom raised him right." He left the room, I will admit that I do miss my late husband my he burn in hell. On a real note I so sincerely miss my Brad, he wasn’t always evil before we were married it was the most amazing time of my life. I was sixteen when met brad and he was so handsome and tall, oh my lord he was beautiful sight. I believe he had just turned 19, oh he was a looker, so tall and all muscles. He had long-ish dark brown hair, his eyes oh my love his eyes are a beautiful blue. The first time I saw him he had on football pants and pads on, and a beat up old wife beater and in one had his football helmet, I promise it was like something out of a movie. Brad was the high school foot ball quarter back, he was basically a rock star at our little home town, everyone knew his name. All the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him. I had just started my freshman year I was a Cheerleader for our high school, so now you know how I know him and how I fell in love with him. I was your average 16 year old, I was tall and all legs, beautifully tan from that hot Texas sun I was a face of beauty(what my mamma and daddy told me) I could turn heads and break some necks. I never really believed in my beauty, I would take the complement and then just shake it off. I had long curly thick dark brown hair, eyes of the prettiest brown and long tan legs and a good curvy build, I was never over weight I just had some good curves that my mom gave me. Oh God how I loved him, I mean he was perfect. In the blink in a eye I was talking to him, the I was his girlfriend, then prom. Then he took my flower. Mhhmh, the best I've had and I've only been with two men, and i'am only 25. Yes I am a young mom my first was born shortly after I turned 16. when I was 19 we were married and living our best life after graduation. I don’t know when things went sour but they did, I never thought things were wrong, ill he turned 21 and he kept getting drunk. If I had to say shortly after he turned 22. One night he came home hammered, beyond control, he was out of control, slurring his words and talking all kinds of trash. He was yelling on and on, about how I ruined his life and how I trapped him with our boy. I didn’t understand I thought he was happy, I thought he was happy. My heart as you can imagine was in shambles and I was fighting back tears and chocking on the lump in my throat, as I picking him up off the floor he swung and punched me in the face, I had a black eye the next morning. He asked what happened I told him and he laughed said " well you should have given me some ass light night and I wouldn't have punched you." I thought to my self who did I marry? Where is my brad? Then later on that week our live in nanny was showing up with marks on her face and on her arms and even her neck, now this woman did have a boyfriend or even a f**k buddy. How did these marks end up on her so I asked, "Lenore woman to woman, who is hurting you?" she didn’t look at me she hung her head and said "Mr. Blake your husband." I wish I could say I was surprised but sadly I wasn’t. I didn’t have the stomach to ask why he put his on her *KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK* I here on the door that pulls me back to reality, the detectives walk in and re states who they are. "Hi ma'am i'am detective Blake and this is detective Rose, and we want to ask you a few questions about your late husband, Brad wasn’t it ? " We were wondering what happened all those years go. Do you mind telling us what went on. Now i'am in trouble cause I don’t remember what all I said, all I remember is that I shot him in self defense. " Look I don’t remember what I told the police, I was shaken scared and worried about my child who saw me shoot my husband, I don’t know if ill be much help to you." " well ma'am it would help us a lot if you could tell us what went on leading you to murder him" Rose said with a stern voice. " okay, okay. I was making him breakfast and he came in looking at me I turned around with a plate full of food and he smacks me across the face as hard as he can calls a w***e cause I had on a bright red lippy (lip stick). He never liked when I wore makeup not even at our own wedding I got that beating on our honeymoon. Our son James saw him hit me that morning and then his dad my husband left for work and he never came home I tough he was with his side woman Sara. After a few weeks I made a missing's persons report but nothing not even know. Now Ms. Rose look I had a lot of motive to kill late husband but I simply could not have, I loved him I still do ten years later remarried two more kids and a home. I hope he just left made a new identity and made a new family like I did and moved on." "Well Lenore that was touching, but I still think you killed him" said officer Blake said. Rose stepped in " We went and dug up your late husbands grave and we found a casket but no body now can you explain that? How do you bury a casket but no body?" When I tell you I went cold I though the air went down to sub zero temp, I was shaking and out of words how can they dig him up? I know that there was no body but still it still hurts. " I didn’t want people to thank that he left me so I arranged a closed casket funeral for Mr. Blake and also had a tomb stone made for him, I always wanted him dead so this was my way of killing him, so to say." KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, door opens and its my lawyer so thank God for her she also happens to be my very best friend from high school. "Hello deceives I'm Taylor Mcloud and I represent Ms., Lenore Blake and we are done here if my client hasn’t been arrested we are leaving. Come on Lenore we are leaving." " Taylor what are you doing here? Who called you?" She said one word "David" I went cold once again David is my new husband he took my last name when we got married cause he was an only child and an orphan due to his parents dying in a house fire and then he was pushed around the system till he turned 18. " Lenore he's known all along that you were married before, he's also a lawyer and my boss he pulled your file and still married you the man killed his own parents he set the house fire that killed his mum and dad." Taylor said with a still voice. I guess I need to pay my late husband a visit. So we drove an hour to my old home with Brad and it looks like no one ever lived there its all warn down and broken I couldn't help but cry a little bit, not crying cause I miss my old life but because I miss what the house used to be, it used to be a home, my home my kids home. Gosh it was a looker pretty white house navy blue shutters and a porch that wrapped around the whole house, now I look at it sitting here rotting and breaking down the shutters falling off. It brings tears to my eyes never in a million years did I think that coming back here was an option, I went in to the back yard close to the old weeping willow and sat down where a cross was and talked to him, everyone though it was for our dog. I couldn’t help but cry. I knew I had to dig him up and burn the rest of him I cant go to jail not now not ever. So that night me and Taylor dug and dug, till we got to the wooden casket and we opened it up and there he was bug food the dead doesn’t look pretty. He was mostly bones but there was some rotting flesh on him I wanted to throw up cause he smelled bad like really bad I don’t even know something could smell that bad. Then we saw lights and heard "FREEZE COME OUT WITH YOUR HAND UP!!" Shit we got busted. I cant believe that they followed us!!! Okay, okay, Lenore think how can we……. " I WANT WHO IS EVER IN THE GROUND TO CLIMB OUT SLOWLY AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!" yelled the cop. We did as we were told and climbed out of the hole we dug up. I couldn’t see who it was because of the dame car lights and the flashlights, then some one walked up " well hello Mrs. Blake what ya doing?" asked officer Blake " well I was digging a hole till you interpreted me." I was shocked like why are you asking when you can see what I am doing like come on now be smarter than that He walked a little closer to me and started to reach for his gun. " why are you digging a hole? What's in there?" " well it’s my dead dogs body that i'am digging up cause I should have burned his body long ago." hoping that he would take that and leave to my surprise he backed off a little bit. " what I want to know is why you followed me to my old home? On what grounds do you have for stalking? My lawyer will have a filed day with this." Since they didn’t have grounds to arrest me here at my home and didn’t have a warrant then they left and the look on his face told me everything I needed to know, I only had maybe an hour or so left to burn this dog well man. We watched them get into the cars and drive away down the long road. NOW its time to get to work no more playing around we have to burn this body. " TAYLOR!!!!!!!" I screamed loudly " WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!?!?!?!?" she ran right over looked scared like the body came alive it didn’t some of my late husbands gross dead flesh flew into my mouth, that time I threw up…….twice I was done at this point but she told to me to keep going and finish the job. So he hopped down into the grave and most of his was still held together by his rotting flesh, his leg snapped off so we had to make two trips, even dead he's still making things harder for me. We lit a fire and first I snapped off his gross half flesh arms added them one at a time, then his legs, right then left threw it into the fire and watched it burn then I snapped off his head I wanted to save that for last so I threw in his body, watched it burn I was mixed with emotions. We kept adding fire started and wooden logs. Then last of all I added his head I looked into his empty eye sockets it felt like every time I looked at him when he was alive empty and hollow. He burned and everything with them his memories. The sun was coming up and the fire was dying down into a low flicker and the only thing left was ashes, his ashes. I cant believe i'am finally free, I fell down to my knees crying, Taylor ran to my side crying with me, I think she was crying happy tears, I didn’t know what tears I was crying cause I was so full of mixed emotions, as we watched the sun came up we watched the fire go down all that was left was his ashes and something shiny. I want over and shifted throw the smut, it was a long silver chain and it at the end of it sat a heart locket with a name on it, I saw it and knew then name. I yelled out in pain, Taylor ran over, I was shaking in fear. " honey what is wrong?!?!! I left you alone for two minutes!!" I opened my hand and she knew what was going on I yelled out " MY BABY GIRL!!! My little girl!!!!" Yes I have a son and daughter with Brad, I gave her up for adoption cause I was only 14, and a freshman and he was a sophomore. I knew he knew who I was, I never told him about her because I wanted to believe that he didn’t remember me or just didn’t know who he slept with, but I guess he knew and fell in love just as I did I never thought I would have a little boy with him I never thought I would marry him, I never thought he would beat me or my son nor my live in nanny, nor did I thought I would shoot him in cold bloody murder. I never thought I be digging up his body and burning his rotting body………. " hey honey come on lets go to my house and wash up, we are head to toe covered in smut and human smut." Taylor said in a calm voice I got up and we drove off into the early morning and never looked back, I am tired and free, that’s all I could ever ask for. Now I have to tell James and Amara, but first a shower and then I go home to my husband and kiddos. My story is a sad one, a one not to be told to the week, its full of love hate and cold bloody murder. Until we meet again Bradly James Blake until we meet again. Rest in Hell.