Satisfaction

It was the first time I killed a man. My hands were shaking, not because I was scared, but from the pure adrenaline pouring through my body. In a sick way I loved everything about it. This man was a part of my family, but what he had done to my daughter was horrifying. He sucked anything positive from her life and he stole her from my life. He was a bastard and he deserved to die. I have every right to punish him for what he did.

The one thing a mother never wants to hear is that their daughter was molested. I could sense the pain in her eyes and saw all these walls being put up. She began to talk less and she never even wanted to come out of the house anymore. I should have seen all the signs beforehand, but I never in a million years would have thought her father, my husband would ever harm her.

It was early Monday morning and I took notice that her bedroom light was still on. I walked towards her bedroom door with an eerie feeling following my steps. I opened the door to my daughter hanging halfway off the bed. Blue was the color of her face. Ice was how her body felt to the touch. All around her was empty bottles of every medication in our house. At that very moment I knew I was going to kill him for stealing my daughters joy, her innocence, her laughter, her fucking life.