Nothing is Perfect

I knew it was wrong to hate someone so much you wish they would get in some horrible accident ending their life. It’s not my fault Austin took my heart right out of my chest and stomped on it until it was broken.  Most people think I’m crazy and that I should just get over it, but how do you get over your once fiancé that turned out to be nothing better than a cheater.  The answer is you don’t. 

                I never would of known he was being unfaithful; it was two weeks before our big wedding day and I was glowing with happiness at the thought of being Mrs. Aimes.  On a Tuesday afternoon I had told Austin that I was going to get my final fitting for my dress, he even begged me for details about my dress, little did I know it was all an act and he was just waiting for me to leave to invite his mistress over.  Driving home with joy that my beautiful lace mermaid gown fit like a glove made me want my wedding day to get here already. As I pulled up to the driveway I noticed a strange green car. I walked up the porch steps and heard a muffled sound come from inside; curious I charged in to find the noise. As soon as I walked in my heart sank and I felt like my lunch was coming back up. On the couch was my fiancé with another woman. Naturally I screamed at the both of them and called off the wedding and since it happened I’ve been sitting in my house with all the lights off wondering if I will ever have light in my life again.

                Since then I’ve been plotting different ways I could get back at Austin. Each day my hate grew stronger and stronger. I began to get angry with myself because I actually fell for his act and I didn’t see it coming. I should have known better; nothing can be perfect. Sitting in this house has given be plenty of time to decide what I was going to do to him; all I had to do was find some way to get him alone. I wanted him to suffer the heart ache that he caused me; he was such an indecent human being he didn’t even apologize for his actions, he was “Sorry he got caught”. 

                My plan was perfect. Everybody would know it was me, but I had to do it. I had to let him feel my pain. I watched him for days learning his new routine. I knew when he left for work, how long it took him to get there, which floor of the parking garage he used, and his new work schedule. All I had to do was wait for the ideal day to go through with my plan. I picked next Tuesday, since that’s the day I caught him in the act. I waited in my car inside the parking garage. It was 3:05; he will be down here in exactly ten minutes. My adrenaline was pumping; I was so happy to finally return the favor. When he got off the elevator and started walking towards his car I knew I had to act fast. I jumped out of my car, grabbing my bat, and made my way to him. As he saw me coming towards him he said “Sam? What are you doing here?” I could tell he could see the crazy in my eye and he knew he was in trouble. Before I even answered I swung the bat and aimed for the back of his head. I researched that if you hit someone on the back of the head at a certain spot they would lose consciousness instantly. After he was lying on the floor I dragged him back to my Nissan Maxima as fast as I could, I wasn’t risking waiting and someone coming down to see.

                Once I got back in the car I was so proud that I had pulled it off. The next second I was driving to the old cabin in the woods; I wanted to end this relationship where it started. After arriving at the cabin I dragged him inside and sat him on a chair and tied his hands and feet down. I was going to kill him. I was going to take his heart out…

                “Is that your final statement?” I replied to the police officer, “Yes. I told you, it was my plan from the very beginning.”