Hold My Hand

I woke up this morning thinking about the death of my wife Rose , Sometimes I wish that I never knew her or even better I wish I would just die. I went downstairs to go take some milk , suddenly someone was knocking on my front door very viciously. I knew that it was Rose's brother Paris, for some reason he thinks I'm the one responsible for Rose's death. But anyway I opened the door, He's face described distain and anger. I saw him put his arm on his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. I tried to reason with him but he kept on coming closer and closer until I knocked him out with my fist and hid him in the closet. I was worried if he would blabber all of this to the police . So I went to check on him, As I entered he was awake but luckily I tied his hands and legs. I tried to reason with Paris but he didn't want to listen to anything I had to say, So to disgrace him I gave him a tender and juicy steak but everybody knows that Paris was a vegetarian. As I was washing television Paris was screaming like a maniac so I entered the closet and covered his mouth with a bandana. Suddenly someone was knocking at my door, I went to check it out and it was neighbor saying that he heard screaming. I answered him by saying it was me exercising and so he left As I entered the closet , Paris was looking pale an hungry and he never touched the steak I gave him. I was admired about the pride and determination of Paris, so I untied Paris and put him on my car. As I was driving two men came out of know where and one of them shot one of the tires. The car suddenly went into a drift and crashed right into a tree