Forgive

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is about a man who watches his life/family fall apart but who is the killer? told from a first person perspective of john watts.

Submitted: November 29, 2014

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forgive

There I stood nowhere to go no one to love the lucid rain drops flew down my face and off my chin, mixed with my tears I knew I would have never expected this I mean my own brother a murderer my name is john watts and this is my story. March 18 1989. “john” he shouted I forced myself up plugged round the corner and there he was my father I hadn’t seen him since….. since the day he beat lola he was done for 63 years so right the bastard. The two of them standing there thick as thieves smirking like, like nothing had ever happened he just forgave him like that in an instant I knew I could never even start to forgive him for what he did she, she was my only friend the one I trusted with my heart and soul she trusted me. With a cigar in his mouth his stomach piecing through his shirt he reached out his hand and said “ Hi john h.. ho how are you” he didn’t even care he just wanted sympathy from me, yeah yeah that sounds like him. A attention seeking greasy fat bastard. “come on john its dad” harry said to me, I tore my hand out my pocket and met with his. March 20 1989. You know when something’s wrong like someone’s missing or you left the door open. But its much worse like what if my dad try’s to kill me. Or what if its all three. “john JOHN get up its dad h… he… he’s dead. Like he cared he’s the one who killed him. But still I got up at 3:00 am and acted like I cared but I mite as well been harry I cared so little. The police arrived at our door looking perky as ever. I don’t even think they cared either, but still back to the story. The police showed up at our door in there fancy cop buggy pieces of crap shouting “did you see him” “get out he mite still be in there” I mean could be a woman but no always a man…. But on this occasion they were correct. Harry forcing his dessert of  an eye to produce some water but it didn’t work. But of course the way my weeks going the police question me….. “umm sir did you and you father have any differences” “yes the f#!ker killed my sister” jumping to causations they arrested me with no evidence or any actual charge but they didn’t care. September 30 2014 “they you go mr watts your free to go” Bloody manslaughter. It clearly wasn’t manslaughter because he had no bloody head. Stroking my beard I shouted for a cab an old yellow bumper car pulled up…. I bent over and into the car 21 drove street. The driver looked at me in horror and said “oh it doesn’t exist anymore…. The fire…. Laura watts died” at that moment I thought someone’s got it out for us I kept running it through my head murderer pyro, didn’t suspect him he would of got a way with it if wasn’t for the biggest bloody giveaway before they sent me inside he said to me “don’t worry ill take care of her… I mean things” so I said to this man that was clearly under the influence of some sort of drug “where does harry watts live “ “22 drove street” ugh. He didn’t move far maybe childhood memories no… probably wanted to seem upset didn’t want to move to much suspicion so I travelled to this run down cottage knocked on the door, and there was a naked woman…. Classic harry always sending other people to do his dirty work for him. she said to me as she corresed my beard “hey don’t tell john b…” hang on did he tell this drunk hooker his name was john oh of course he stole my identity… “I hadn’t seen a woman in 25 years god it was so tempting in fact too tempting” I agreed to go to a burnt motel called hotel real original still I rented a room she came with me I locked the door shut the curtains…. And pulled out a knife and pointed it to this woman’s face and asked her “who the bloody hell does think is”  “ my husband” HUSBAND the bugger got married “ if you put the knife down I tell you our kids names” mother of god at this point I thought she drugged me that I fell into her sexual hooker hallucinations… but no much worse. I punched the hoo… his wife. And headed back to his door wide open I turn one corner it was like I was seeing dad one more time but no, I have to give it to him he lost weight got a decent life but I still wont let him walk. Alive. “ my GOD harry” of course he called me harry I swear I nearly stabbed him on the spot… “Daddy Daddy ahhh who’s this” his ‘kid’ said “its okay its daddy’s brother” “huu ha.. john can I talk to you” meet me at the park at 2:00 am sharp. This next part is absolutely sick…. “tom Lola oh honey what” “leave it” he called them all the the front room he shut all the doors and windows whipped the curtains closed pulled out a gun and shot every single one of them his only kids I mean no surprise to me but… 2:00 am. “ ahhh john my brother long time no see how’s jail been” he’s doing it again pretending he cares. At this point I got so pissed off  I pulled out my gun with my silencer on it pointed it at his leg and said “that’s for mum” I shot him in his other leg “ that’s for LOLA” I shot him once in each arm and once in his stomach “ That’s for them poor kids and your wife and left him there I walked back to the ruins of my house and stood there.  There I stood nowhere to go no one to love the lucid rain drops flew down my face and off my chin, mixed with my tears I knew I would have never expected this I mean my own brother a murderer. 


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