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  >> Static Item >> Short Story >> Drama >> ID #1206348  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
I knew he did it.
I knew he did it but i didn't tell any one.
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I knew he did it I sat there right behind the stairs. Watching him closely I saw his every movement. I was five going on six, when my sister died she just turned 25 on her birthday. I had to spent the night with her only me her and Eric, her boy friend. She loved him but he had an out raging temper. One night he got so angry at her because he wouldn’t marry him. She told him maybe in two years when I get a degree and a job, you know more settled in. He was out raged and drunk on tequila. I was practically petrified. God I can still here the sirens in my ears.
The police going down the street barging in to find him silting her throat I could do nothing but I wish I did. I remember she went to a bar on her twenty seconded birthday that’s were he found him. Drinking bring drunk. It was horrible. He was horrible. He charmed her into him I bet. I could have told the police he did it but he told me that he would kill me when he got out of jail. I kept quite wile he unfolded his lie so believable and flawless. Jabbering on acting all scared. He hit me in my back with his hand and told me to act scared to. I hid behind the couch saying that the bad man went that way in my most scared to piss in your panic voice. Now I am twenty-four and I have a mission a gun in one hand and a ciggy in the other waiting.  I can already taste my sweet revenge on my sister. He is a cocaine dealer now. He doses his business on Alistair drive right by the bar were he picked my sister up. He is going to get it know. There he is he dressed in silk coat with a fedora on looking all high on cocaine. Here is my chance, I pull him back in to the ghetto he tries to scream but my hand muffles it. I quickly hit on the head with the shovel. I take him back in to the cemetery, which are only a few blocks down. It is late at night so I do not bother putting him in a bag. Besides, know one ever walks down Alistair Street at night unless you want to end up dead. There I put him in a plastic bag and dig a ditch. He is starting to move but I throw him in the eight-foot hole and shoot him in the head. I drop the gun down in the hole and barrier him. It is about two A.M when I finish but it was worth it. Unfortunately some one saw me burrier him so the police came I did not make up a lie to cover my butt, although it sure as hell was worth it. I am in jail known but I can leave in 2057 if I am good. It was all worth it just so I can take revenge on him heh sweet, sweet revenge 
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