Broken
1042 Words
I struggled to pull myself together and place the documents exactly where they were. I knew Adam to be a smart man but I must have underestimated him still. Putting everything in his mistress's name was a very calculated move, I guess he thought I was going to divorce him one day, and so he played smart.
My heartbeat increased, my last hope was gone, even if we get a divorce, at this rate I would be the one paying alimony. Why did this man hate me so much, I always thought of something that changed between us or maybe be never loved me in the first place.
Thinking about it, he suddenly changed after he had successfully convinced me to sign everything about the company to him.
My mind was made up. I wasn't a killer, but I was going to become one. Adam had broken me in ways I didn't think a person could be broken. The lies, the cheating, the shame it was too much.
He had taken everything from me, and now all I wanted was to take something from him.
Death sat at the top of my list.
He and Emilia were expecting a baby. That made it worse. The thought of him smiling again, holding a child that wasn't mine it burned like acid inside me. I told myself it was justice. That is if I ended what he loved most, maybe I'd finally stop hurting.
I started watching crime documentaries. Reading about murder cases. Not because I wanted to be smart about it, but because I wanted to understand how people crossed that line and never came back. I thought I was preparing myself. I thought I was learning how to be brave enough to do it.
But I couldn't do it while living under the same roof. I needed distance, but at the same time I knew I had to stay close to monitor their every move. So I told Adam I wanted to move out. He didn't argue in fact, he looked relieved. He gave me money, said it was for "a fresh start." He had no idea he was paying for the place I'd use to destroy him.
The studio I found was small and damp, but close enough to watch them. I stuck papers all over the wall their movements, hospital appointments, routines. I lived on alcohol and hate. I watched their lives like a movie, memorized everything: the clinic hours, the days she saw the doctor, the way Adam's car would stop outside the gate.
I was living in hell, caged in my mind and pain, I needed to do everything to put an end to it all, I just wanted time to go by so quick so that I could carry out my plan and end the pain that was tearing me internally. I never got better, I was only holding on because many time I had wanted to take my own life.
Dealing with betrayal and also having to deal with the pain of loosing my son.
If only Adam had any idea of how much he had hurt me and the hell he had created.
I'm going to drag him and everyone else involved in creating the hell into it.
Eight months went by like a blur. Emilia's belly grew, and with it, so did my rage. I kept telling myself, one more week.
When it was almost time for her delivery, I started buying the things I thought I'd need. Gloves. Plastic sheets. Cleaning products. I told myself I'd be smart about it, that I'd leave no trace. But there was one thing left I couldn't find anywhere luminol. Every store I went to either didn't sell it or asked too many questions.
That's when it happened.
I was in one of those shops, pretending not to look desperate, when a man whispered behind me, "Follow me if you really want it."
I froze. His voice was deep, rough, but calm. My heart raced. I didn't even think , I just followed. He led me through a back alley.
Then he jumped over a short fence into a place that looked like a junkyard.
I paused, desperate but skeptical, I didn't even know who this man was and how he knew exactly what I was looking for.
"Who are you?" I asked just as I stopped in my track in front of the short fence.
"You want the stuff or not?" He asked his voice taking an hard edge.
Of course I did, and without questioning him any further I flew over and followed behind.
There were people there men, mostly, standing around someone who clearly ran the show. The air felt heavy, dangerous, accompanied with indistinct chattering.
The leader was young but had that kind of stillness that makes you afraid to speak. Everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw me. Their eyes said outsider.
The old me would be scared of such sight, but at this point in my life killing a person was the last thing left for me to become totally fearless and without emotions.
I scanned the area and looking back to the mysterious man I had followed he had already left my side and joined the others.
His face still hidden behind his hoodie and face mask.
"Well, well," the young man said, smirking. "Look who we have here. The girl who can't stop liking all of my dark spiral murder posts online."
My stomach turned cold. I knew that name dark spiral. He ran those anonymous crime pages I used to follow religiously. He knew. Somehow he knew. Who would have thought I would met my model here. But wait a minute my model's obviously younger than me? with what he posted online, He is way too intelligent for his young look then.
"You've been watching," he said. "Taking notes. Tell me were you sent to track me? Undercover?"
Before I could even answer, he pulled out a gun.
Everything inside me stopped. I could feel my pulse in my throat.
He looked straight at me his eyes heavenly. "You wanted to learn about killers," he said. "Now you've met one."
And then he pulled the trigger.
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