•••Deadly Repeat•••

Clean Up

After hours of craving into this scum of a man, listening to screams, insults toword me, then begging as I start to dig foreign objects into those freshly made wounds I finally feel that I can move on.

"Heyyy....." I say knowing he can't  answer back considering I sew his lips together after I got tired  of his slander and begging  for his life. "I'm tired of this." A little glem of hope shined in his eyes, like I was reallt was gonna let him live. Ha like I could just leave him, I gotta finish it, even if the next place he goes is death's doorstep.

I stand up wondering what I want the killing blow to be. A slit throat, gunshot wound to the head, how about I Let him, hanging like my sister did like he did to her..... hmmm....

Ughh I'll play it off as a murder. I pulled out a little .32 pistol and put it straight to his dome "I hope hell Can do better than I ..." before I pulled the trigger his eyes told me all, it.was like they were telling me 'I'll meet you there' which sadly didn't phase  me it made me want to pull that trigger even more. The Bullet travled tracked from the left of his temple to the right.

I don't know if I should feel bad but I knew I was on a adrenaline rush, it felt so good to get rid of this creep. I went down to his laundry room grab some bleach and drenched the place to make sure none of my Dna was left. I stole all his money out of his wallet.

I got my stuff and went down to the corner where all the crackheads hung out. I called the one who looked like life meant nothing any more .He was feening the most, enough to kill. "You wanna score some." The way she was scratching n twitching I could tell she would do anything. "Go down the street to Zeeks place he's been out of town. And his boys are slacking, the crack is hide behind a fake wall in the closet." Her eyes got wide as she started to walk in that directions no questions asked. I smiled as everything was coming together.

I walked off thinking that was the end. I headed towards my home. On the way I stopped by the daycare to pick up lil Miya, my now motherless and fatherless neice.I've been practically raising her since she was born. I kept telling her mother,.my sister  Maya, to put her up for adoption. "no she's mine.." ,she kept screaming, "No matter how I got her she's mine she came from me." I gave up tryna convience her. As I came out my daze I notice that a black tinted  car has been following me since back at Zeeks. I speed up feeling on the safe side. It seems like they did to. I broke out running holding Miya tight tryna find a crowed place.....