My Love Paul



 

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  Copyright © 2014 by Stephanie R. Moran
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  Table of Contents

  My Love Paul 1

  Copyright 2

  My Love Paul 4

  About the Author 11

  Contact the Author 11

 

  My Love Paul

  Her grip tightening, knuckles growing whiter with every swing of the shovel. She grit her teeth continuously muttering “cheating bastard” under her breath. Referring to her husband who lies at her feet, unconscious face down in a pool of his own blood. Her blows grow stronger as her blood boils with the thought of: every lie, every time he was unfaithful, every moment he put his own selfish needs before herself and their daughter.

  Lexus catches a glimpse of her shirt, which seems to almost immediately snap her out of this outraged haze. Her pale yellow cardigan now stained with her husband’s blood. The shovel drops to the floor as she nervously looks around, everything in sight smeared with blood. Looking down at her husband she notices he is no longer fighting back, no longer breathing. The slam of a car door just outside sets her in a panic, she quickly scoops up the shovel, steps over her husbands limp corpse, and quickly slips down the stairs into the unfinished basement; leaving the shovel propped up against the house as she leaves through the back door and heads back to her car which she conveniently parked in the woodlot just behind the house.

  On the walk back to her car Lexus begins to question what she has done. I love Paul, I would never do anything to hurt him, it’s impossible that I killed him, she thought to herself. She began to play out a scenario in her head, one where Paul is very much alive at home by himself waiting patiently for her and Isabelle to get home from Mommy and Me. The thought was comforting. So comforting in fact that Lexus began to convince herself of it.

  She grabbed a duffle bag out of her car which contained a clean outfit and quickly changed into a black turtleneck and tan khakis, throwing her stained clothes into the woodstove that sat in the woodlot a few hundred feet from where her husband’s mistress was just discovering his severely beaten body.

  She got into her car and headed back to her sisters house where she had dropped her daughter off not even an hour ago.

  “Mommy, you’re back!” Isabelle greeted her as she walked through the door.

  “Hey baby! Are you having fun? Where is your Auntie Amy?” She asked while embracing her daughter in a hug.

  “Yes, me and Hunter are building an empire! I think Auntie Amy is in the kitchen.” She excitedly exclaimed as she rushed back to finish building.

  Amy’s house has always been well kept. Lexus always made the joke that Amy is the Martha Stewart of the real world. Everything has its own space, every room with its own theme. Even Hunters room is always spotless. Lexus always envied that her sister could manage to organize chaos like it was nothing. She herself struggled to get her six year old to keep her room clean for a day while they had company; Amy managed to get her three-year-old son to never dirty up his room.

  Lexus crossed into the kitchen from the mudroom where Amy greeted her with a slew of questions “Did you change your clothes? Never mind it doesn’t matter, so what did he have to say for himself? Did he try to deny it? Did you even give him the chance to say anything?” she eagerly asked.

  “No, I never even talked to him. I pulled up with all intentions of giving him a piece of my mind. But when I got there Angela’s car was in the driveway so I left” she explained.

  “Wait, she was there already? She again questioned.

  “Yea, they apparently don’t waste anytime. Me and Isabelle left not even a half hour before I made it back to try to talk to him” the lies now rolling off her tongue like a fluent second language.

  “I can’t believe she would ever do something like this to you.” Amy Continued “Paul cheating is surprising enough, but Angela is your best friend.”

  “Correction, Angela USE to be my best friend” she defended. “Anyone who can throw twenty-seven years of friendship away by lying and going behind there ‘friends’ back to get with there husband doesn’t deserve to have any friends.”

  “What I can’t get over is Angela hated Paul” Amy reminded “remember how much they use to bicker back and forth after you two first got married?”

  “Who knows, maybe this has been going on a lot longer then I suspected” Lexus now becoming frustrated with the thought “you don’t think this has been going on my entire marriage do you?”

  “Oh Hun, I wish I knew just the right thing to say to make you feel better” Amy said apologetically. “Unfortunately I don’t have any of the answers your looking for and I don’t think there is anything I could say that would help.”

  “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine. And besides I don’t think there is anything anyone could say or do at this point” Lexus snarled.

  “Are you sure?” she questioned, “You don’t seem fine. You look like you’ve been crying and you have dirt all over your face.”

  “I’m fine, can we just drop it?” Lexus quickly interrupted as she turned her back to Amy and began washing her face in the kitchen sink.

  “Yea sure. Hey, how about me you and the kids go out for some supper and do something fun” Amy suggested, “It will help take your mind off things.”

  “I would rather just stay in” Lexus exclaimed, “we could order pizza and maybe watch a movie and play some games.”

  “Sounds good to me” Amy agreed. “Hey kids, you wouldn’t want to have pizza for supper right?” Amy asked jokingly for she knows no kid would turn down the chance for pizza, especially there kids.

  “Yea! Pizza!” the kids cheered from the living room.

  “Okay why don’t you go pick out a movie on pay-per-view with the kids while I order the pizza” Amy began to plan.

  The doorbell rand and everyone sprung up from their seats in front off the TV all eager to great the pizza guy. Amy swung the door open to find to her surprise not the pizza delivery guy but the sheriff.

  “Can I help you officer?” Amy kindly asked.

  “Yes hello Ma’am” he greeted “I’m actually looking for Lexus Carter, I understand she is your sister?”

  “That is correct, may I ask what this is in regards of? Amy suspiciously questioned

  “I just need to have a word with her about an even that took place earlier today” he explained “so would you happen to know her where-abouts?”

  “Yea she is just in the other room, let me go grab her for you” Amy replied.

  Amy quietly closed the door and walked to the living room “Lexus, could you come help me with something please?” she asked choosing her words carefully as to not startle the kids.

  “Yea, I guess” Lexus replied questioning why her sister looked so startled. When she got to the mudroom her sister whispered quietly “a cop outside is looking for you”. Suddenly a look of panic passed over Lexus’s face and she became extremely pale.

  “Are you okay?” Amy asked, “You’re shaking”

  “I’m fine, did he say what he wanted?” she replied with an unsteady voice.

  “No, he just said he was looking to speak with you. Seriously what is going on with you?” Amy asked becoming worried.

  Lexus opened the door trying to hold back all emotions in hopes he wouldn’t know that she already knew the news he was about to deliver. “Can I help you?” she asked “my sister said you wanted to speak with me?”

  “Yes, hello Ma’am is there somewhere mo
re private we could go to speak?” he kindly asked.

  “I’m sorry but my daughter is inside and I don’t want to worry her. We will have to speak here” she replied.

  “Okay, there is no easy way for me to tell you this ma’am but your husband Paul has been brutally murdered this afternoon” Lexus began to quietly sob, he continued “we have a crew over at your residence on Albany St. now cleaning and analyzing the crime scene. Do you know anyone who would want your husband dead?”

  “I’m sorry officer, I haven’t the slightest clue who would do this.” She sat down on the steps, dropped her head into her hands and began to uncontrollably cry.

  “Okay, well I want to thank you for your time. I know this isn’t an easy time for you right now. And I apologize for having to deliver such horrible news to you. I hope in a few days we can speak again.” He said in a caring voice as he began walking back to his car.

  A few months passed and the news of the murder finally began to quiet. Lexus and Isabelle moved out of their home and into a small two-bedroom apartment just a few blocks from Amy. Although she had been very distant from Amy, the thought of having her sister close was comforting. She began undergoing changes from her normal routines. She began dressing