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I Guess I'm the Bad Guy
Nothing gets a person's attention better than a slap in the face. For me it was a wake-up call. Literally. “Wake up!”, said some strange female looking at me. I don't know what concerned me more if it was my blurred vision from not being able to focus on the woman standing over me or all of rocking back and forth. “Who are you?”, I asked still trying to focus on her face. At the point of focus I could see a young 20-year-old or so scoffing at me with disgust. “Oh my God. It's him again”, she said in a mean tone. Another voice overhead, this time of a male catches my attention. “Show him the phone.” said this strange man. The young girl helps me up off the floor. My balance is that of a newborn fawn. She sits me in the seat of what looks to be a train car. “Hurry up”, said the man, “we don't have much time”. They both were wearing black, like cat burglars. She hands me a cell phone and proceeds to baby talk me, “I'm Sam, short for Samantha, and the guy over there with the bags is Robert short for Robert.” I could tell she was a sarcastic kind of person, so I matched tone, “Well Sam, short for Samantha, what do you want me to do with this phone, order a pizza? And where am I? What am I doing here?”
By Fleming Brooks3 years ago in Criminal
Intellectual property
A metallic clinking noise somewhere close by, keeping time with the side-to-side motion of the train, is the first thing Heide Ferrone notices when regaining consciousness. Opening her eyes, she finds her face pressed against worn leather that smells of body odor and is wet from her drool. Attempting to sit up, she winces in pain from the stiffness in her lower back, and once upright, a wave of nausea washes over her, and she closes her eyes, willing it to pass.
By Joe Nester3 years ago in Criminal
4:30 Express
I woke up this morning and had my morning coffee. I knew I had far too much to do today. I'm supposed to catch the 4:30 am express to mothers, but somehow I am not motivated. Probably knowing I will have to endure my dreadful sister and her three brats. My sister and her husband have recently had an unfortunate parting. He's in jail for money laundering. She is evicted and staying with our mother until she can get on her feet.
By Jeff Johnson4 years ago in Criminal
Who Are You?
I look up to Adam in disbelief and terrified , I said why are you doing this ? He says doing what you are mine I live here do you not remember? I said what are you talking about the only person I’ve lived here with was my husband who passed away several years ago. He said oh really well since we are on that topic let’s discuss about what happened years ago Veronica . I look at him as if he was talking nonsense I say who’s Vernonica he says you are , you are my wife Veronica . I said my name is Emily . He argues and says no that was John’s wife’s name you are my wife Veronica now that John is gone, we can finally be happy like we talked about . I’m still very confused at this point not knowing what to say . He talks about the day I discovered my husband years ago he asked where did I go on vacation, I stated I went to the beach in Los Angeles , CA. He said that’s very interesting he then asks who were you with , I stated I was meeting a friend who lived out there . He said again that very amusing to hear. He the pulls out his phone and says do you want to know where you actually were that day , i said what are you talking about I was in Los Angeles , he said try again . He then shows me a picture of him and i in my town the day of my husband's death . I tell him this is obviously edited and not real but then shows the date and time it was taken. It was taken on 06/12/2019 on a Tuesday afternoon the day and time my dear husband John was killed . I’m so confused and emotional I didn’t remember anything about these pictures I didn’t know what I was doing with Adam that day ! Was I a cheater ? What happened that day and why did I take a picture right in front of my house . Adam then looks at her and begins to explain what happened the day of her husband's death . It was a warm sunny day and the date was 06/12/2019 you were home and had a busy day you decided to order some food from the same delivery guy you have always come to the house , you decided to invite him in this time and little did you know that would of been the worst mistake you possibly could have done . I arrived to the house from a business trip earlier then expected I entered the house but I heard the shower running as I was going up to join you i heard a males voice from the living room and to my surprise it was John our regular delivery driver. I stared at him for 30 secs and he was completely shocked I yelled out you bastard and began to scuffle with John before I knew it I heard you running down the stairs screaming my name but you slipped on your towel and fell down the stairs and busted your head .I turn away for a sec and John punches me in the face which led me to tackle him but when I tackled him he hit his head on the corner of our coffee table and instantly was dead. There was a pool of blood under you that’s why you remember pools of blood when walking around the house, you seen John on the living room floor and thought that was your husband . But oh were you wrong, you thought you went on vacation because you were supposed to be leaving that same day . I left as soon as I heard you running down and seen the news of what happened to you . So you see Veronica a little backstory to how we met was that I was your original delivery guy at first , I proposed to you at that restaurant the same way I did in your so called dream, and reason why I was willing to watch crime shows is because that is all we would watch together. I wanted you to remember so that you could know who you really are before I killed you next . The thing I said about Emily being johns wife is because John was actually married to a Emily and you took on her personality for some reason when you hit your head. Veronica now remembering what happened and who Adam was and why that picture was taken it was the day they bought the home together . Veronica drops down to her knees and apologizes and begs for forgiveness but adam carelessly points a gun to her head and says remember me well and pulls the trigger.
By Elizabeth Renteria4 years ago in Criminal
All I Saw Was Red
My breathing was heavy. My heart was pounding loud enough for the neighbors to hear. My hair was slightly in front of my eyes blurring my vision, but at the same time. I never thought I could see more clearly. The hallway was dark. I was supposed to be asleep, but I had gotten hungry and fluttered to get a snack. What I saw. I wasn’t supposed to see. No ten year old girl is supposed to see something as gruesome as this. My white fuzzy long sleeved shirt started to feel itchy. The shirt was slightly off of my right shoulder. My black tights felt suffocating. My throat felt like it was closing up. I was frozen. In the middle of the cold dark hallway that was inside my cold big house. Lying about 20 feet in front of me was my father looking down at my older sister. Looking at her like she was nothing. A lowlife. A person who had no life. He was looking down at her with such blank and empty eyes. His dark brown eyes. His light skin didn’t match his dark brown eyes. The evil in them. This scene wasn’t scary because he was just over top of her. It was the blood even more. Letting me know that she was.... gone. Oh the blood there must have been gallons of blood leaking everywhere on the floor. Even a track was running down the hallway towards me. The blood reached across the walls. The nice white walls now would be stained with my sister's blood. My Light green eyes surveyed the area. Looking at my dad's comfortable posture and his eyes once again. My eyes reached down looking at his hand. A knife. Next to his foot was a light blue towel that had now been soaked in blood. As my father didn’t notice me the blood started stretching across the hallway more. Until it finally hit my white sock. I looked down with my shaky breathing. I took a step back. Then another step back. My door wasn’t far. If I could just be quiet I could reach my room and pretend I saw nothing. Mother was at work. Her being a doctor made her never be home. This Thursday night would never be forgotten. 2011, February 19th. The day my father went to jail for murdering my sister. They gave him the death penalty which didn’t affect me. My sister was 17 at the time. Pretty brown hair, green eyes, popular at school, and student council treasurer who also was the captain of the volleyball team. My mother came home early that night. Not because she wanted to, but because she left keys at the house she needed for some medicine cabinet at work. It was diagnosed that my dad had some type of personality change or something. I never cared for him. He was just mean to us. 2021 a new year. My mom moved us to a small island where I was allowed to walk around and hang out. I wouldn’t worry about murderers or creeps. There was a school that pretty much was the only school. It was still big. When I moved it happened to be the first day of school for that time zone. Luckily there was a good hospital on the island too. My mom continued being a good doctor there. It was a nice island. Our house was near the ocean. Good food. Pretty skies. I moved here a week after the incident. Now I’m the same age as she was… Seventeen years old. First day of summer.
By KarmaKreates4 years ago in Criminal
