As they seek out the owner of this thumbprint,
I become shaken, weary, of where this investigation had went.
First I was brought in, under reasonable assumption,
It was the body of my ex, a easily made presumption.
I was the first on the list of suspicious people,
Crazed he had made me, out in front of the town’s steeple.
Hollering obscenities, and making my life a living hell,
I rant and raved, until the evening skies fell.
He went his way and I went mine,
Disgusted, I swore there won’t be a next time.
Gun within my hands grip, ammunition in my purse,
The next time anyone sees him, will be in back of the hearse.
As I traveled across town, I found him at his old ladies house,
Drunk as can be, asleep on the couch.
As I loaded, cocked it and aimed,
To my utter shock, a loud pop, then a shutter came.
I hit my knees and peered inside,
My fingers resting upon the windowsill, my gun to my side.
Out of the shadows a figure came in,
Aiming a shotgun, at the body again.
Breath caught, I couldn’t move or scream,
Kneeling there peering in, forever it seemed.
A few more rounds, blast the cool country air,
Crawling across the ground, as I forgot my gun back there.
Heading back home, I realized my mistake,
Turned around, headed back, I was a little too late.
Police surrounded the entire block,
Asking questions, of the man who got popped.
As I made it home, my mind rushing with fear,
I hid the ammunition, and my eyes flooded with tears.
Who could of done this, and why wasn’t it me,
He had cost me so much heartache, I could of done it easily.
The next day, a cop at my door,
Said we have reason to believe you did this, we need you in court.
Arrested, fingerprinted, they matched it to the windowsill,
Yes belonging to the ex, no one would believe it still.
As I sat and waited, for sentencing day,
It was mere moments, before verdict came way.
Rushing in, a doctor, causing a riot, he stopped testimony,
Said he has the murderer locked up to prevent further injury.
Ex’s new wife, had been beaten and abused,
Come to find out, he belittled her too.
So she had enough, and her mind just snapped,
Said she just went off, to the monster taking a nap.
So she is locked in a ward, somewhere in another state,
And my name has been cleared, no more poor statements I’ll make.
My fingerprint almost sent me to death row,
Yet thankful for some nutcase’s testimony, I was free to go.
Author notes
Well yes i am in a mood lol. This story was made for contest purposes only...or was it???j/k it was. Yet true this could happen, dont know how many stories i have seen that ex's new spouses end up finishing what you set out, fro they become who you where in the relationship. Meaning sometimes theres a change, but many times once a abuser, a greater chance always one. be safe.Keep your eyes open, fear no man.
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I loved the story you've penned...reminded me of CSI but from the murderers perspective... very original, enjoyable piece... left me hooked until the very last line. Thank-you so much for an interesting entry.
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An excellent rendition of what for some can be a harrowing experience. You brought the story home with a strong reminder, regardless of how strong a feeling you have towards your abuser, never forget this one thing, if you go down the road as you have written.
WEAR gloves (only joking folks)..
No, seriously, a painful story but well put across.
And, anyway, if they had done there job right, they would have seen that he was taken by a shotgun, not a pistol. phorensics would have cleared your name.
Great piece all the same, well done..
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LMAO before i go down that road i would put gloves on lmao...j/k Yes i was wondering after rereading if anyone would catch it lol but i should of guessed detective Howes that it would be you....Thank you so much for reading and commenting always a pleasure having your words color my page,.,,yea where was i .....mwa thanks again
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Shhhhh...you'll give the game away....
you'll blow my case wide open...
and then I'll have to repack it again...
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i can so relate to the closing of this write. thank you for sharing thiw well written write with me. great write with equally so imagery. viyanna rosemarie
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wow great write and yes very true to life sadly these days
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Well Weaved~
Excellent pen, love ya my friend,
all the best in the contest~
Peace, Timothy xo
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Really cool sotry. At least someone else went through the same thing. As you said, one an abuser, always an abuser.
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It was definitly entertaining and i like it.
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Thanks hun for stopping in to read, i appreciate your words
Please do stop in again.
Tory
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I really like this. It kept my attaction!!!! Awesome write!
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Thank you for reading and comment i appreciate it
glad it maintained your attention. Tory
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