Betrayal, Murder, and Forbidden Love

Have you ever wanted to be with someone so badly you would kill to be with them? Well I have, and it didn't end up the way I thought it would have...

It all started when little young me didn't know what she was going to do with the rest of her life. I lived at home with my parents with a job as a waitress at a rundown diner. I mean, come on, I went to college for a year and dropped out because I thought it was too hard. I should have just applied myself, but it's too late for that now. Now I'm cleaning off tables at a diner in my small town. Will life ever get better for me or am I just a lost cause? Well one day it happened. It happened and I thought all my dreams were going to come true. I thought my happy ending was coming when I heard the door ring as another customer walked in. I was sadly wrong, but did not know that at the time.

Well, when that door rang, a man came in. This man was the most handsome man I had ever seen! Did he notice me at first, no, but it was not a lost cause trying to get him to notice me! I saw his foot kind of sticking out in the aisle way so I made my big plan a reality. I tripped over his foot and fell hard on the ground. Luckily, I made the plan not to be holding anything so I didn't look like a complete fool. Well when I fell on the ground, he bounced up to help me up. He immediately apologized and helped me up. When he touched me, I felt sparks running all over my body as I looked him in the eyes and saw the flame of mystery in his sparkling blue eyes. He said, "I'm so sorry, are you okay? I should have never had my foot out like that!" He held me in his firm hands and I couldn't say anything but smile and blush, "um yeah, I'm okay."

He looked uncertain at first but then said, "Hey, I feel bad. Can I take you out to dinner sometime to make up for it?" After that, I was over the moon, but calmly said yes and gave him my number. After that, I got back to work and tried not to get distracted by his presence being around me. After he left, I gossiped with my work friends how this could be it, I knew I would find love someday and this was it! Finally I could move out of my parents' house at the age of 25 and finally have the motivation to do the stuff I was to afraid to do before.

It was the night of the big date...well he didn't call it a date, but I thought it was a date. When he picked me up in his car, I felt butterflies fluttering all in my stomach. It was like magic. The whole night he was a complete gentleman. He dropped me off and gave me a kiss on the cheek. After that moment, I knew it was meant to be! A few weeks later of living my boring little life, I went to go find him after he didn't respond to me since the big date. I saw him on the street and followed him home. I was shocked when I saw who he came home to. He came home to my married mother waiting for him on his front porch. At that moment, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to think. The guy of my dreams was having an affair with my mother! I don't know who I felt more betrayed by! I raced home and went straight to my room. All I could think about was how angry I was. He was the guy I wanted to be with and he was sleeping with my mother.

The next morning, I went to work and I saw him walk in. He greeted me but I acted like I didn't know about him and my mother. He asked me if we could see each other again. At that moment, I came up with a new plan. I agreed to a second date the next night. Then there he was on my front porch, yet again, for round two, but this time I wasn't letting him get away with this and I wasn't letting him ruin my parents' marriage. We had a great date; we laughed, ate, drank, and drove home with no problems...but this time, I asked if we could go back to his place. His eyes got a little bit adventurous when I said that and he agreed to it real quickly. When we got back to his place, I said, "I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up." I tried for him not to see the hate in my eyes for him and his house at that moment. All I could think about was my mom doing him in his bedroom where I was about to be in five minutes. I pulled out my knife from my purse and put it behind my back, walking out gently. He saw me and asked what's behind my back. I told him, "a surprise just for you. Sit down and you'll find out." He sat down with excitement in his eyes. I wrapped my legs around him and slowly started to move my arms away from my back. As soon as my hand started to reveal the knife, I stabbed him in the thigh first. He screamed, but I covered his mouth with my hand and I said, "you weren't going to tell me you were sleeping with my mother!"

As I pushed harder on the knife, he quickly started shaking his head no and I screamed, "I DONT WANT TO HEAR YOUR LIES!"

I removed my knife and stabbed him in the chest with tears running down my face as I saw the life leave his eyes. I removed all my fingerprints from the house and left, ditching the knife in a lake by my house. The next morning, my mother came to be and said, "honey, I'm so sorry," as she gave me a hug.

I asked her, "What's going on?" and she said, "your boyfriend got murdered last night. We were planning a big birthday surprise for you and everything. I've been meeting with him for the past few weeks. He was so excited to make you happy."

After I heard that, I burst into tears thinking, I killed a man who actually loved me. Nobody ever betrayed me, nobody lied to me, and I killed him without knowing the truth first. I guess my and his love was always made to be forbidden in the grave.