I Warned You

"Why the fuck did you do this?" I scream at my boyfriend. We are parked in a secluded wooded area outside of town.1

"I don't know." He says weakly, tears welling to his eyes. "I'm sorry."2

He says. I was tired of his bullshit, and I was going to make sure this one didn't live.3

"If you were fucking sorry you wouldn't have done it, you piece of shit." I heard some rustling coming from the back and then pounding."Fuck. The bitch woke up." I say to my boyfriend.4

"Please no." He begs me to not do anything drastic, but i had already made up my mind.5

"Give my the gun," He doesn't hand me his caliber immediately, "Josh! Give me the goddamn gun now or else I will pry it from your cold dead FUCKING FINGERS!" I scream at him angrily. He reluctantly hands me his gun. "Thank you." I exit out of his Chevy Alumina. The bitch in the back is still screaming her head off and it was starting to make mine hurt. I opened the trunk using my spare keys. She stops screaming to beg for mercy.6

"Please, let me go." she starts crying harder. I pull up the gun level with her head, "please, no, for the baby's sake?"7

"Go to hell you slut... Just what you deserve and I don't give a damn about your baby!" I pull the trigger. Blood, bone, flesh and brain stain the back of the car and ooze on the trunk lid. A loud bang echos over the woods, I hear animals scatter throughout the forest. A loud sob arose from within the car, my p.o.s of a boyfriend was crying. Such a sad jerk wad I thought. I throw the gun inside with the dead whore. How dare he cry over something that probably would have caused him nothing but trouble and plus he was warned. I slam the trunk shut thinking of how pissed I am at him. I walk back to the car. I slide in next to him.8

"I'm sorry, it just had to be done..." I pull down the mirror and I begin fixing my hair, I realise that I have blood all over my nice clean shirt.9

"You didn't have to kill her." He sobs weakly. I just sigh and try to wipe the blood off my face.10

"You don't understand. You know I still love you right?" I slide slyly beside him and kiss him tenderly on the lips, he always falls for it. He stops crying and kisses me back. I gently slide my hands down his back and to his pocket and I grab his switchblade that he always carries around. He doesn't notice a thing, I click the blade open. He then notices I have his knife and what I am about to do with it. He tries to squirm free but i have my grip so tight around him that he can't break free. As hard as I possibly can I shove the shiny metal blade into the middle of his back. Almost instantly warm, red blood came oozing all over my clean hands and engulfed the back of his shirt.11

"Oh my god... You whore..." he repeated over and over again. "You whore. I hate you."12

"I hate you too," I calmly sit and wait while he tries to struggle with the door handle when he is slowly coming close to his last breath. I look over at him with slight amazement on my face and I watch him die. 13

He coughs and rolls over on his side and lays down for his final rest. I sit there and gaze at him and wonder what I am going to have to do with the bodies. I see a lighter up on the dashboard. I grab it and I light it up, letting the bright burning flame bring me into a deep trance of thoughts... With a final urge of hate, I set the flame to the seat and I watch it spread its way to my boyfriends pants leg. I get out of the car before the fire eats me alive.14

I walk away from the car forgetting all of the months I spent in that relationship. Soon I hear a big explosion from behind. I don't even flinch cause that was a reassuring sign that the tank was full and no one will ever find out that I killed an idiot and his slut...15