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i loved the power i held in that moment...his life was in my hands...i could choose to let him keep it, or take it...like nothing...in a blink of an eye...he could be nothing...i looked at him down the barrel of my 9 mil. and smiled, not too much though...if i were to smile too much you'd see the fear in my eyes that i was trying to hide...so i just barely let my lips curl at the ends just to show him i was enjoying every second of this...the same way he had enjoyed every second of me...all those nights that he'd through the blankets off my bed and rip off my clothes...dig so deep into me just to watch me bleed...i couldn't think of all that now though or else i'd get too over thrown with anger that i'd go crazy and blow the whole thing...right now i'm calm and cool...and he knows it...his breathing is so deep...he knows i'll fuckin do it if he moves...i just love watching him dangle...if i were stronger and not half his size i'd beat the fuck out of him first...but i guess i'd have to settle for this...suddenly he's speachless...wonder what has his tounge?...usually he'd have some cute fucking remark like "gee girl, your rather loose, you sure i'm the only one fucking you?" or "does your mama know what you're letting me do to you?"...letting...that fucking son of a bitch...i can't believe he could even look my mother in the eyes after all the shit he ever did to me...i'll never be able to forget that the first person i lost my virginity to was a fat fucking hick that paid my dad to look the other way...i couldn't help but think of all this...and it was all balling up inside me...i could feel the tears begining to roll...he didn't deserve to see me cry again...he'd seen it so many times before...and i think he enjoys it...so he shouldn't get that enjoyment...not this time...so i do it...and in a flash...right after that second that i pull the trigger...everything is dead silent...almost as if i'm deaf...then his body falls...and his blood gets all over the floor...from all the anger and reliefe inside me...i can't help but cry...a fall to my knees and the tears just don't stop coming...it's over...it's finally over...no more barging into my room in the middle of the night cuz he's drunk and feels like it...no more looking eyes...no more pain...and no more bruises that my dad pretends not to see...but most of all...no more lying to my mom that i'm okie when i'm not...i can finally breath again...and know that it's all going to be okie...i'm finally free...
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