obsessed-Chapter 6

That bitch, thinks she can get rid of me, yea right, well she's going to pay.  I'll get her back.  He was speeding down the high way, back to his home.  He came up with the best plan, a plan to get Vivian back.  She would be his, and so would Lisa.  He planned to threaten to kill Lisa, he had a gun, he'd call Vivian, and make sure she heard Lisa scream, then make Vivian come over, and he'd keep them both trapped if he had to, and if she didn't come, well then, he'd just kill Lisa, and then later on he'd find her, and kill her too.  He loved her, at first he tried to control it, he knew it was wrong, but something in him snapped, tired of all the hiding, tired of possessing Vivian, and knowing she was his, yet at the same time, she wasn't.  Tired of going out with her, and having guys hit on her, or look at her, and not being able to say she was HIS.  He had that with Lisa, but he didn't want her. He wanted Vivian.  He got home, and slide some bullets into the chamber of his mm gun.  He unlocked the safety, and went slowly up the stair case.   It was very late, and he didn't want to wake his kids, despite his crazy behavior, he loved his kids, and would never, NEVER, hurt them.  They didn't need to know that their mother was a slut, that he didn't care about, and that he was in love with their godmother, with Vivian.  He opened the door, his pulse was beating fast, he was sweating, and out of breathe, but he was determined. How about he recorded killing Lisa, and then pretended she was still alive to get Vivian over.  Yea, he'd do that.  He entered the bedroom, it was pitch black, he aimed the gun at the lump under the covers, and shot at it 6 times.  She was dead, he could even see the blood. Little flecks of blood were stained on the white quilt, and for some reason he was aroused.  He went to go kiss Lisa goodbye but when he pulled the quilt back, it wasn't her cold dead lips he found, but, bunched up pills, the bits of red he saw, nothing but the red satin sheets torned to pieces by his bullets.  The bitch was gone, she had fooled him, she had fucking fooled him. He knew where to find her, and he'd come when she'd least expect it, and when he did find her she was dead.1