Bang!Bang!Bang! I could not stop myself from pulling the trigger. I just kept going and going until the chamber of the nine millimetre pistol was empty and all the bullets were buried in his chest. His white Oxford cloth button down shirt turned valentine red in a blink of an eye. He went down on his knees, dropped like a feather and laid there lifelessly drowning in the pool of his blood. He looked at me profoundly and his eyes said a thousand words in just one look. I felt a shiver down my spine but there was one thing that I did not feel…remorse or regret for what I had done.

Before the hurricanes and storms hit me unexpectedly. My life was a total fairy tale with a prince charming who came and swept me off my feet. Peter,the most handsome,smart and hulky looking guy on campus. The first time we met his sweet cologne grabbed the attention of my nose. The same cologne that made the hearts of other girls drop and follow him wherever he went. How I got myself such a hot boyfriend,I still do not know till this day.

We were couple goals,love was in the air and you could not deny it. We planned our future together,our life together and our wedding. After graduating I walked down the aisle but if only someone had told me I was leading myself straight into the tunnel of evil. Maybe I would have ran out of that church like a fat goat that saw a knife in a slaughtering ceremony. Our first year was a honeymoon phase but all that changed all of a sudden.

He would come home drunk and beat me to a pulp I would not even recognise myself in the mirror. I became his punching bag for 2 years we were married. One mistake,one bullet he would give me the beating of my life and leave me cleaning my blood on the white tiles of our house.

He would punch me and leave his fist on my face that left a dark blue eye. If we went into the public I would cover it with foundation and makeup then fake a smile in front of people because if I did not he would make me pay for it. That man broke every bone in my body but I have had enough of it. Not anymore,enough is enough.

Today he came home drunk again and he started throwing his insults like stones trying to break me and make me react but I was not going to give him that satisfaction. He saw that I was not entertaining his insults then he just came straight at me held me with both his hands and started hitting me. His breath reeked of alcohol and I could not breath under him. He looked at his fists and I could tell he felt the same pain I felt.

The fists stopped and he started untying his belt and at that moment I kicked his abdominals with my knife sharp knees. He screamed like a baby crying for milk and crouched down the floor. I ran into our bedroom and opened his safe then took out his nine millimetre pistol.

I ran back into the dining room and he was still in pain but he slowly got up with his hands up begging for my mercy. Without thinking twice I pulled the trigger again and again till there was nothing.Man down I repeat man down. Here I was with a corpse and an empty licensed gun. Every minute I wasted thinking was a rope around my neck. I killed the man and my sentence was definitely going to be a death sentence by lethal injection or by the electric chair.

Should I call the cops? Will they believe me if I told them it was self defence or will they turn a blind eye? Will Justice even know my name?Or should I just take Peter’s corpse and bury it in our big beautiful garden and pretend like he left me for a younger mistress?