Way Ward
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
653
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter One :
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Deep in the underground cells of New Your State Penitentiary . There is a craving in the stone wall . Left there by the warden out of respect . The carving covers the whole entire wall , craved with a man\'s on fingers ... or what was left of them . It reads , on this eight foot by five foot slab ;
\" My name is grant , and this is my story . I am not a killer . I only killed . I am not a murderer , I only murdered . I am not a sinner , I only sinned . I am imprisoned for first degree murder . My wife and I were on our way to a new steak house , near our apartment . Nice place , a little too nice . They wouldn\'t let us sit down , Black Tie Only , kinda place . I had the money , just not the monkey suit . I got angry , she didn\'t . She made me get in the car , and drive home . On , the way home , a dump truck ran a red light , smashing our car to bits ... I woke up . Eyes open , my wife is bleeding every where and not moving . She must be dead ... The anger in my was ... I got up , and strangled the truck drive with my bare hands . The ambulance came , the police came , and took me away . I was waiting for my trial for only a week . It was a media blitz too . The whole world knew my name . The only thing that stopped me from killing myself were the two guards watching at all times . I loved her , my wife . That\'s why it hurt so bad when I saw her at the trail . No one told me ... No one told me she was alive . She was only knocked unconscious , the blood was from minor scraps and cuts ... I\'m sorry , for what I did to her .. \"
It continues at the very bottom ...
\" That bitch said she would wait . She is fucking my best friend right now , I know it . David ... I said look after her , not screw her ... I\'m not sorry anymore . \"
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Deep in the underground cells of New Your State Penitentiary . There is a craving in the stone wall . Left there by the warden out of respect . The carving covers the whole entire wall , craved with a man\'s on fingers ... or what was left of them . It reads , on this eight foot by five foot slab ;
\" My name is grant , and this is my story . I am not a killer . I only killed . I am not a murderer , I only murdered . I am not a sinner , I only sinned . I am imprisoned for first degree murder . My wife and I were on our way to a new steak house , near our apartment . Nice place , a little too nice . They wouldn\'t let us sit down , Black Tie Only , kinda place . I had the money , just not the monkey suit . I got angry , she didn\'t . She made me get in the car , and drive home . On , the way home , a dump truck ran a red light , smashing our car to bits ... I woke up . Eyes open , my wife is bleeding every where and not moving . She must be dead ... The anger in my was ... I got up , and strangled the truck drive with my bare hands . The ambulance came , the police came , and took me away . I was waiting for my trial for only a week . It was a media blitz too . The whole world knew my name . The only thing that stopped me from killing myself were the two guards watching at all times . I loved her , my wife . That\'s why it hurt so bad when I saw her at the trail . No one told me ... No one told me she was alive . She was only knocked unconscious , the blood was from minor scraps and cuts ... I\'m sorry , for what I did to her .. \"
It continues at the very bottom ...
\" That bitch said she would wait . She is fucking my best friend right now , I know it . David ... I said look after her , not screw her ... I\'m not sorry anymore . \"