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Squish...

❤️ Chapter: Squish...

❤️ Words: 1.223

❤️ Warnings: Abusive relationship, toxic relationships, fight, cursing, mention of sex, murder, stab, blood, death

❤️ A/N: (1) Good morning Good afternoon Good night! How are you? Well, I don't know if anyone missed it, but I want to apologize for not posting last week 😬, but it was for a noble reason (it was final exam week, and Tuesday was the last day I had to study, for economics - which I don't even need to say that I suck), but that's ok, it worked and I passed the subject Yay 🥳

(2) I know it's pretty obvious that all chapters in the story are heavily themed, but I think this one in particular is the worst. So if you go through some kind of situation like this, and you don't feel comfortable, don't read (the chapters are independent), and please ask for help from those who can help! And if you don't feel comfortable in general, don't read.

I could never complain about my husband, Wilbur. When we first met, he made fireworks explode inside of me, and a flower garden sprouted in my heart. He was simply the most polite, respectful and loving man I have ever seen.

Wilbur Akello courted me for months, met my family, introduced me to love and its most beautiful face... and then, its most hideous face.

Squish...

The first time he felt jealous, I was talking to a coworker, and I laughed at one of his jokes. Apparently for Wilbur, I was offering myself to him, and that was unacceptable. Then he hit me. (Later that night, Wilbur cried sorry, hugged me and apologized, and I forgave him, after all, he was jealous, because he cares about our relationship, he cared about me, and that was all I needed) .

The second time was when he swore I winked at our new neighbor when in fact I tried to blink a speck out of my eye. And then he made dinner with an apology, and I forgave him.

In the first month, I lost the count of how many apology gifts and dinners I received (in fact, I stopped counting by the twenty-fifth). I started spending more on makeup and wearing clothes that somehow covered more skin. But nobody seemed to notice, thankfully.

Squish...

For two weeks, everything was so good, I thought he was cheating on me, and I went to surprise him at work. That day, we ended up having lunch together in his living room, under closed blinds and windows open for sunlight, on a nice mock picnic. And after that he ate me at his desk like I was his favorite dessert.

I really thought that everything was finally fine. It felt like we'd gone back to the beginning of our relationship, where it was the two of us in an eternal love ecstasy.

So the day after my surprise, I decided that Wilbur deserved a special dinner. So I went to the market, bought everything I needed, and timed the exact time for the milkman to arrive so I could add the fresh milk to the recipe.

I put the chicken in the oven and was chopping up the vegetables when Wilbur arrived. He was smiling, his face lighting up like the sun, extremely handsome.

"Good night my love" at his greeting, he leans against the doorframe, looking away from the knife quickly, so I didn't see his different look in my direction.

"Are you talking to me?" His voice seemed calm, so I just laughed weakly at what I believed to be a joke, and I replied: "yes, my love. Who else could it be?"

This time I stop what I'm doing so I can see his figure positioning himself in front of me on the counter. But I instantly regretted it when I did it.

Squish...

Wilbur was looking at me with those eyes I haven't seen in a while, with the look that makes me fear for every second of my life. A look that assures me I could die at any moment.

The shiver that crept up my spine is already too intimate, and I was foolish to believe I would never feel it again.

"I don't know, you're supposed to tell me, bitch" Wilbur practically spits the words into the vegetables I was chopping. He was starting to get worked up, and if I didn't do something to at least slow that down, I don't know what would happen.

"Wilbur, please, you know you're the only man I love!" I smile to convey the idea of ​​an intensely passionate wife, not an intensely dreadful wife. Did not work.

Squish...

Keeping me quiet doesn't seem to have made him feel any better, so he finally comes at me, like he has the last few times.

I close my eyes and hear a huff of air out of his mouth, and when I look up at him, his eyes are wide, and his brows are drawn together in confusion.

We look to where our bodies connect, and see my veggie knife stuck in her abdomen and blood starting to drip onto the floor.

Squish...

Suddenly the relief of not dying, and the adrenaline gave me deadly confidence.

"I didn't cheat on you" I said smiling as I twist the knife into her internal organs "and I never did".

I pull the knife out and stick it back in her belly "I didn't sleep with the milkman" I pull it out and stick it in again "I didn't sleep with my roommate" I pull it out and stick it again somewhere else "I never even looked at our neighbor" the skewer more once, "the postman? No", I smile and change the direction of the knife before inserting it into his chest "your best friend? His wife gave me more horny than him", I smile seeing the shock fill his already pale face, but I didn't care and continued with the list, always changing the place of the stab wounds, on his body on the floor, wetting not only the floor but also me and my clothes with his filthy blood. "The shoe salesman? The cafeteria attendant? Really?!"

I cup Wilbur's face in my empty hand, bloodying his face with his own blood, and getting some color in it once more. I smile and make a point of speaking in his ear, so that this is the last thing he hears before he dies:

"But I regret not fucking your brother in our bed when he proposed, but don't worry, I know he'll take care of what you never got!"

And with a final blow, I thrust the knife into his chest, ending everything at once.

Squish...

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

We're about to start...

Was my food good?!

I don't think that's the point now, miss.

Really?! Because I think I have all the time in the world, and I worked really hard for that dinner... so...

We didn't ate your food, but as you can imagine, his chicken was pasty.

[The defendant rolls her eyes]

Miss, your name, please.

Song Yuqi.

How old?

22.

Why were you arrested?

It was either him or me. I had to make a choice.

Miss Song, this is not the correct answer. You must tell us why you are being arrested.

Because you would never help me, after all these years I needed i. When he beat me up for nothing, and then he falls under the knife, and I'm arrested?!

Are you saying he fell on your knife?

Yes, 10 times. he was kinda dumb

What's your motivation?

He beat me up for years on end, and if I didn't end it now, I would be dead!

Okay, let's get this over with, as you say?

Abused. Offended. Assaulted. Innocently guilty.

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