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Buried

The escape from reality

By Michelle TaylorPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 7 min read
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Buried
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Sitting in the bathroom, with the door closed and the water running while she splashed water on her face, I need to calm down, Emma thought, or this will only get worse.

She opened the door and walked down the hall, her wedding picture hung on the barren walls. The only picture of her and Daniel that remained in the house, she only left it up to remind her of what her life once was. All that remained on the walls were a few random paintings like the one Daniel's mother gave her of a large bull grazing in a field while lighting struck in the background, the rest were pictures of Nathan, their one year old son.

Nathen seemed like the only thing that she and Daniel could agree on until today.

The sound of Nathan cooing in his crib caught her attention. She went into his room and flashed a smile to make him giggle then kissed him on the head. He was perfect she thought. But that moment of peace was soon ripped from her, as she heard Daniel screaming down the hall.

“Did you wake him? God if I would have known you were this worthless of a mother I would have ne-ever knocked you, you up?” he slurred the smell of cheap whisky on his breath as his normal cologne these days, he was never sober.

Not wanting to fight in front of the baby Emma grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Just let him cool off and sober up, she thought.

“That’s right, leave,” he screamed, “My son deserves better than you for a mom, you walk out that door you will never see my son again. Whores don’t get parental rights.” He fell back into his chair and tipped the dark brown bottle back once again.

The sound of him yelling that she would never see her son again made her ears turn red. Not wanting to have to explain another black eye or bruise she took a deep breath and headed towards the door. Once she was outside and out of ear shot she called Lexie.

“I’m gonna kill him, and bury him in the garden,” Emma exclaimed while she stormed out the door. Lexie was the only person who could calm her down when Daniel started his shit.

“Just come over and have a cup of coffee, we will talk about it,” said Lexie. This wasn’t the first time Lexie had heard this threat, she just brushed the conversation off.

“This time I mean it, if he gets drunk one more time and tells me that I’m a bad mom and he’s gonna take Nathan away from me, I will kill him,” said Emma.

“Just take a breath and get here, we will figure it out,” Lexie told her.

Her mind raced as she drove down the dirt road to Lexie’s. Lexie was older than her by a few years and had gone off and married some older guy she went to college with and never had any problems like Daniel and she did. But Emma and Daniel never went to college.

Driving always helped clear her mind, but today she was thinking of everything that her and Daniel have been through.

They were high school sweethearts that went on to get married a month after graduation. Neither one of them had the money to go to school. Daniel almost went on a scholarship but he threw out his shoulder pitching for the baseball team and couldn’t play his senior year. Now he works for his uncle’s landscaping company, something he swore he would never do.

After graduation Emma took part-time community college classes to teach at the town preschool, which was the closest she got. Deep down she always thought Daniel hated her for it. Maybe she was right. Regardless, they made things work for a year, at least till after Emma got pregnant, and that’s when the love seemed to stop.

When she pulled up outside Lexie’s house, she had begun to relax a little but the sound of his voice was still ringing in her ears. She pulled Nathan out of the carseat walked up the driveway into the small one story house that stood before her. The screen door was banging in the breeze.

She walked inside; Lexie was sitting at the round kitchen table with two cups of coffee set out. She was used to these visits from Emma, lately they were daily visits.

“What happened this time,” Lexie asked, as she handed her the pink polka dotted mug.

“Same shit different day,” Emma replied, “Only this time he brought Nathan into it, he’s never done that before, it really pisses me off.

“Was he drinking again?” asked Lexie.

“Duh, I swear I think he is always drinking, I swear I should poison his beer or something. Everyone would think he died of alcohol poisoning and I would be rid of him and his annoying self forever,” said Emma.

“I still don’t get why you don’t divorce him? If you're unhappy then leave,” Lexie said.

“I’ve told you before that his uncle is the judge, and his brother is the sheriff. If I tried to leave with the baby they would say I was kidnapping him, and he would get full custody. Marrying an abusive good for nothing bastard with connections, screws your life up,” Emma sighed, shaking her head while she sipped the warm liquid.

“So killing him is the logical answer you have come up with then,” Lexie joked sarcastically.

“Yeah, I could do it and no one would think otherwise. He is a drunk, I could just play it off that he left me or something. Or maybe he could have been attacked by a bear on a drunken bender,” said Emma, her eyes glowing with the thoughts running through her mind.

“You really are twisted, you know that, like seriously I think there is something wrong with you,” Lexie laughed.

The girls continued to talk, coming up with so many different ways to kill him and get rid of his body, when Lexie brought up the idea of burying him in the garden. Something that Lexie really wasn’t sure about but would work. If he was buried in the garden then there would be no one to find the body, no one went into her garden except her. This plan might actually work, Emma thought. For the next couple of hours they sat and discussed how this could work, from how to get him unconscious to how to kill him to how the body could work in the garden without killing the plants, to who would watch Nathan.

Lexie was uncomfortable throughout the conversation, but the idea of plotting a murder of someone she didn’t particularly like wasn’t so bad. She never thought that her best friend could be capable of something like this.

A few nights later Emma actually did it.

She hid the pieces deep within the dark moist ground beneath her prize winning garden. The garden shed in the backyard was dark and with no neighbors around for a few hundred acres no one would be any wiser. With the floor stained with blood, and bits of flesh and organ stuck to the axe, she began to wash down her mess.

He had driven her to that point. She couldn’t take his criticisms and abusive words. She was done being treated like a second class citizen in her own home so that dark night she mixed some GHB into his gravy and served him his favorite meal, roast beef, green beans and mashed potatoes with gravy. It would be the last thing he remembered.

She wrapped him up in a tarp just like the one in the backyard for the deck, and dragged him through the yard to the shed. She laid his head on the ground and picked up the axe. Its head shined fresh, never once had it been used. She smiled to herself, I could have done this years ago, she thought as she brought the axe down. The sound of metal striking skull would be enough to sicken anyone with a soul but not her, Emma was finally feeling some relief. She began to hack his body apart piece by piece. Parts of him were mashed into pulp she had struck him so hard.

Once he was no longer any resemblance of a human she began to mix the chunks of flesh with lye, to help the body decompose more. Once this process was finished she mixed the torturous mixture in with her compost bin. For once her good for nothing husband would actually be of help to her.

Emma began her prize winning tomatoes in the spring. She spread her new compost over the soil and tilled it together then planted the seeds. Now all she had to do was wait.

I can’t believe that Lexie and I came up with this over coffee, she thought. People actually believe he just up and left. Who would have thought murder could be this easy? I just hope that Lexie can keep her mouth shut.

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About the Creator

Michelle Taylor

Writing is my passion, it's all I have ever wanted to do. Books and stories have always fascinated me, When I am not writing I am busy being a wife and mom in a small town in North Carolina. I also teach high school English

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    I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to read another horror story again.

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