My psychotic lover

Chapter 2

Once in my bedroom I quickly locked the door and ran to my closet. Taking out a big suitcase I quickly started to pack as much clothes and little attire, suck as pacies, bottles, and coloring books and crayons as my suitcase can carry. Once I finished packing my suitcase I took my little box of pictures of my mom, the little amount of cash that I saved over the years which was only 450 dollars and, my phone plus charger and stuffed it in a medium sized purse that used to belong to my mother and walked out my room. But when I walked around the corner I was met with the bastard that tried to r**e me. His face held so much anger that if looks could kill I would be dead and buried 6 ft deep. " Where the f**k do you think you are going little c*m dumpster." " I-I'm leaving," I stuttered out. " Did I give you permission too leave?, you think that little stunt you pulled downstairs would stop me." " You still have to satisfy my hungry d**k with that tight little p***y of yours." Quickly dropping my suitcase I pulled out the knife from before and plunged it in his stomach. I would be damned if I would let this sick, perverted, maniac r**e me or even get close to me again. I let out all my anger and frustrations that I had out on him. Stabbing him over and over again I did not stop till the once living being was nothing more than a big bloody pulp in from of me. When I finished going through my rage I looked at the corpse and started laughing. I don't know why but just seeing the life drain from his eyes, and knowing that I was in control seemed funny to me. Call me crazy if you want but I regret nothing I did and would do it all over again if given the chance. Dropping the knife I stepped over the body and went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Taking two big bags of chips and two juice boxes and the car keys I left the house once and for all. Knowing that the police would find the body eventually I quickly got in the car and started to drive. Never looking back. I was finally free of the monster. Now the only thing on my mind was finding a place too stay. I couldn't go to any hotel or motels because of two reasons. One reason being because of my bloody clothes, and I didn't really feel like changing. And the second reason being Hotels could be expensive and I needed all the money I had because I didn't even know how long I would be homeless for. And I would need the money for more food, gas, and hygiene items.