"Dave got into that car when he was only eleven years old. Dave died in that cellar. That wasn't Dave who escaped; I'm not sure who it was. I'm not Dave, I'm the wolf."

Monday, November 4, 2013

How could she betray me like that? My own wife, who I never raised a hand to or acted out at.  She went to my old friend and told him that she thought I killed his daughter. How could she? I know I sounded suspicious and I should have told her the truth after the attack that night, but I didn't. Why didn't I just tell her that I went to that pedophile’s car and bashed his head in and then stuffed him in his own trunk? I guess I wanted her to think it was an accident so the mugger story sounded more realistic. If she knew I intentionally went up to his car and killed him, rather than going to the police, she would think I was dangerous and crazy. I should have just come clean to her. She and my son were the only ones I really had, who loved me.  She told Jimmy about everything I said to her and about her over hearing the cops and just everything. Because of that, I am dead. If she hadn't told Jimmy any of that, I may still be alive. She is mad at Jimmy for killing me, but I think that’s just because she is truly mad at herself for jumping to conclusions about what really happened. I still love her though.

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