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The Thread Around Your Head

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"Why" He tried to speak as I tightened the thread around his neck. I remembered her warning.
"He is very deceptive, don't let him get into your head with lies."
He stopped struggling.
The bastard finally got what he deserves, then I saw the wallet and curiosity made me open it. In a split sec everything changed.

"Madam you are under arrest for the murder of your ex husband!"
My mother looked sharply at me and I stared coldly into her eyes. The witch!

"Officers she did it, she killed him. Besides where's the evidence my mother argued?"
"You are wearing it," I smiled. It's on her head boys."
Confused she looked at me then slowly her eyes widened in sheer terror and bewilderment.

Clarity set in.

"Hold on a minute please," I said to the policemen, they nodded, stepping back a little and giving us privacy but keeping her in sight.

"After I killed your supposedly rapist from the past, I said to my mother," who was shaking visibly, "I checked his wallet and discovered the truth, not the picture you painted mother. So I did a little digging." She sat down and covered her head with her hands.
I felt nothing she meant nothing.
"How could you send me to kill my own father?" I hissed with more hate than a cobra's venom.
"He left us" she cried
"No!" My voice as cold as ice. "He left you. The weavon on your head is the murder weapon."
"Officers," I called out. "She's all yours."

The End

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