A fter drying off my body from the hot bath, I went to get dressed. It had been a few hours since I had killed my mother, and my nerves were a wreck. The vodka did nothing to calm me down. I wasn’t sure how I felt yet about killing her. Of course, I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t my intention but the bitch had it coming.
She’s been a shitty mother my entire life and now her bad decisions are affecting me as an adult. Well, me and my sister. I just hope no one saw me leave her house. And where the hell is her husband? Why hadn’t he gotten home already to find her? The anticipation drove me crazy.
But I had other fish to fry. I had to do something about Kinasha. I glimpsed at my clock and it was 9:00 pm; that little bitch was definitely still awake, plotting on ruining my husband’s career Monday morning.
I decided to head down to Sax, with the hopes that she would be there working tonight. Since she was there the night Ty and I went. I got dressed elegantly. Couldn’t let that bitch catch me slipping. I slipped into a tight red dress that reached beyond my knees. It was backless and sexy. I also brushed my hair back and covered it with a curly blonde wig I had bought last year, when I was trying out a different look.
Once I was fully dressed with my face beat, I went downstairs, prepared to leave.
“I got dinner for us. Where are you headed looking like that?” my piece of shit husband had the audacity to ask me.
“Out,” I stated without looking his way.
“Where is out?”
“Oh, you can question me, but I can’t question you. Good night, nigga. I’m going out.”
I left him standing in the foyer with his jaw unhinged, pissed that I would speak to him that way. I didn’t give a fuck. How could he fuck that ghetto assistant of his? But as always, I was going to fix the problems he created for us.
Before heading into the city, I grabbed my husband’s phone. Hopefully he won’t try to contact her before I’m back in the house.
W hen I got to Sax , the place was emptying out. I caught Kinasha standing behind the bar, counting money. Surprise, the bitch can count. I hid in the shadows, hoping that she didn’t see me. The restaurant was closing in a few minutes, so hopefully she would be leaving soon.
“May I help you ma’am?” a host appeared out of nowhere and asked me.
“Do you have a catering menu? I was in the area and I saw this place. I just want to know if you cater because I’m planning an office party,” I lied to him so that I would seem less fishy.
“Sure, let me grab that for you.” He kindly fluttered away and returned with the menu. By the time he came back, she was heading outside. Due to the wig she didn’t recognize me. My plan was going to work smoothly.
I went outside as well and got back into my car while keeping my eye on her. Finally, I saw her pull off and I tailed her to her home. My eyes followed her as she got out of her vehicle and went inside. What did he see in her?
He had everything that he could possibly want within me. So why was he chasing this broad? What could she do for him that I couldn’t? I looked to see exactly what apartment she went into.
After about ten minutes, I sent a text message from Tyriq’s phone.
Me: Hey baby, I know that you’re mad at me right now. But I want you. I’m leaving my wife for you. Come meet me at Lou’s Bar and Grille so we can talk. I’ll be there in ten minutes.
Kinasha: Wow! I knew you would come to your senses. I’ll be right there.
And like the thirsty thot that she was, she skipped her happy ass out of the apartment within moments. All I could do was laugh at how naïve she was. Once her car was well down the block, I got out of mine and went to her apartment door.
Cheap apartments were easy as hell to break into. She made it even easier since she didn’t put the top lock on. Dumb broad. I finagled with the lock and got in easily using a credit card and bobby pins.
While inside, I searched for a way to rig her apartment so that she got carbon monoxide poison. At least she would go out peacefully, unlike my mother. It was fucked up of me, but that bitch had to go. She was threatening to take everything away from me and I couldn’t have that. I had worked too hard and I refused to end up like my mother. Broke and dead without shit.
My mother died for the same reason Kinasha was about to. They were side chicks who didn’t stay in their place. They are side bitches who expected more than what they really deserved. My mother married that man after sleeping with him while he was married. Then she gave him her money, hurting my little sister in the process. She deserved what happened to her. She deserved what she did to me and my father.
And Kinasha was no different. These bitches ruin families. They ruin lives and the world would be better off without them.
My mind was racing a mile a minute as I searched for a way to rig the apartment. I couldn’t cut the cord of the stove because she would be able to smell the natural gas and probably would call the gas company.
Finally, I discovered her clothes dyer. I remembered inspectors coming to make sure our dryer gas line was intact when I was little because it could lead to carbon monoxide leakage. Quickly, I ripped it out of the wall. I then went throughout her house to close all vents.
I know this seems fucked up but at least she would die peacefully in her sleep, unlike my mother. Once I was done, I locked the bottom lock behind me and headed back to his car. When I got there, I saw that she had called and texted Ty’s phone several times.
The bitch is now realizing he stood her up, I cackled to myself as I drove away. It doesn’t pay to fuck men who don’t belong to you. And soon she will find out.
M y conscience was at ease despite the horrible acts I had committed today. All I’ve ever wanted was the good life, and to have two people try to take it away from me meant they had to go. It was either them or me.
When I pulled up to my house, there was a squad car outside. My heart raced quickly, in fear that the cops knew that I had pushed Toni. My palms began to perspire and my stomach turned in knots.
I had to face the music. Hopefully, I could explain that it was an accident.
“Baby,” Tyriq said when I walked in the door. He was standing across from two police officers, one woman and one man.
“What’s going on?” I asked, pretending to be clueless.
“Ma’am, please have a seat. We have something to tell you.”
“What is it? Is it Skye? Is it my mother?” I pried while trying to conjure up some tears.
“It’s your mother. Her husband found her dead when he came in the house this evening. It appeared she had fallen down the stairs. She cracked her skull…”
“Please! Don’t say anything else!” I wailed as I broke down in tears.
“I’m sorry, baby,” my husband said as he held me close while I cried into his chest. It was an award winning performance, if I must say so myself.
I can’t explain just how grateful I am that they thought it was an accident.