Hightower kissed his wife and four children goodbye. He got in his car, but before he could open the garage door he had no idea that he had a passenger in the rear seat." He smiled at the young man whose eyes had grown large in shock. He pulled out his knife. "I just gave him a poke in the neck and he became a human water fall right in his car." He jabbed the knife in the air reliving the stabbing of the officer in his jugular.
Jacob's mouth opened. He wanted to scream for help, wanted to run. He just stood there like a coward. "Are you going to kill me?" Tears began to well in the young man's eyes. He had lived locked up, cast away as a living embarrassment to his family and friends. Now he was going to die.
"No, I'm not going to kill you." He tapped the knife against his leg, which Jacob couldn't keep his eyes off of. "I wouldn't take that much pleasure in it. You see, I like challenges. You’re a young man. You haven't even tried to fight for your life. I just told you that I killed a man with a family and you keep standing there like you are watching the news." Jacob's tormentor smiled. "You just like picking on something weaker. Don't you?” Jacob met his eyes. "Oh, there you are. I knew that that would bring some spark back to you. She didn't have a chance did she? You wouldn't let her."
He opened his mouth to protest. To tell him that he paid his debt to society and that he was a free man, besides the 18-month probation and having to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life. He was free.
"The anger in your eyes tell me that you may be a challenge, but I sincerely doubt it."
"What are you going to do to me? Tell me!"
Jacob hadn't noticed that the man had taken a step forward. "I'm not going to do anything to you. Today, you are going to kill yourself."
"You can't make me do that."
"Oh, but you will. You haven't even taken a look in your packet have you?" He pointed the knife to the packet still on the table. "If you take a look in it, it will show all the dirty deeds your father did to keep this out of the media and you not getting the full punishment that you deserve. Saying her death was an accident and that you were drinking. But we know the truth. So, to be fair, I want to make it seem you have a choice. You can live in this shit hole, with your sorry life or you could end it all without further humiliation to your family. I'm sure your asshole of a father will thank you somewhere in the afterlife." He folded his arms.
Jacob looking at the packet. Money transferred to the detention center for their silence on why he was in there. The paying off of the judge that it would be a quick sentencing. He thumbed through the pages and couldn't read anymore for the blurred vision of his tears. Looking up at his tormentor, he handed the knife to him.
"Now, I don't want to be here all day. I have other plans." He took Jacob's hand and guided him and the knife below his elbow. "Just cut all the way down to your wrist. Don't worry it's sharp and don't forget to go deep. The fake officer took a step back and let Jacob cry for a few minutes before he did the deed. As expected he begged for another way out, pleaded and apologized. Pointing to his watch, "Jacob I still have other things I have to do today." He looked at the snot-faced boy. "Once you expire, I will call 911 so you won't rot in this place. Okay?” He put his right hand up. "I promise."
It took Jacob four tries before his blood began to pour out of his veins. In a little over five minutes, Jacob closed his eyes and took his last breath.
With a gloved hand, his tormentor threw the papers all over the one bedroom apartment. He closed the front door behind him, never giving a second thought to the promise that he made.
Chapter 6
"I can’t and I won't let you." I stood over her.
"What gives you the right, Vic?" She ran her hand over
Jacob's mouth opened. He wanted to scream for help, wanted to run. He just stood there like a coward. "Are you going to kill me?" Tears began to well in the young man's eyes. He had lived locked up, cast away as a living embarrassment to his family and friends. Now he was going to die.
"No, I'm not going to kill you." He tapped the knife against his leg, which Jacob couldn't keep his eyes off of. "I wouldn't take that much pleasure in it. You see, I like challenges. You’re a young man. You haven't even tried to fight for your life. I just told you that I killed a man with a family and you keep standing there like you are watching the news." Jacob's tormentor smiled. "You just like picking on something weaker. Don't you?” Jacob met his eyes. "Oh, there you are. I knew that that would bring some spark back to you. She didn't have a chance did she? You wouldn't let her."
He opened his mouth to protest. To tell him that he paid his debt to society and that he was a free man, besides the 18-month probation and having to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life. He was free.
"The anger in your eyes tell me that you may be a challenge, but I sincerely doubt it."
"What are you going to do to me? Tell me!"
Jacob hadn't noticed that the man had taken a step forward. "I'm not going to do anything to you. Today, you are going to kill yourself."
"You can't make me do that."
"Oh, but you will. You haven't even taken a look in your packet have you?" He pointed the knife to the packet still on the table. "If you take a look in it, it will show all the dirty deeds your father did to keep this out of the media and you not getting the full punishment that you deserve. Saying her death was an accident and that you were drinking. But we know the truth. So, to be fair, I want to make it seem you have a choice. You can live in this shit hole, with your sorry life or you could end it all without further humiliation to your family. I'm sure your asshole of a father will thank you somewhere in the afterlife." He folded his arms.
Jacob looking at the packet. Money transferred to the detention center for their silence on why he was in there. The paying off of the judge that it would be a quick sentencing. He thumbed through the pages and couldn't read anymore for the blurred vision of his tears. Looking up at his tormentor, he handed the knife to him.
"Now, I don't want to be here all day. I have other plans." He took Jacob's hand and guided him and the knife below his elbow. "Just cut all the way down to your wrist. Don't worry it's sharp and don't forget to go deep. The fake officer took a step back and let Jacob cry for a few minutes before he did the deed. As expected he begged for another way out, pleaded and apologized. Pointing to his watch, "Jacob I still have other things I have to do today." He looked at the snot-faced boy. "Once you expire, I will call 911 so you won't rot in this place. Okay?” He put his right hand up. "I promise."
It took Jacob four tries before his blood began to pour out of his veins. In a little over five minutes, Jacob closed his eyes and took his last breath.
With a gloved hand, his tormentor threw the papers all over the one bedroom apartment. He closed the front door behind him, never giving a second thought to the promise that he made.
Chapter 6
"I can’t and I won't let you." I stood over her.
"What gives you the right, Vic?" She ran her hand over
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