11. - – Amari
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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AMARI
The way he talks to her has my blood boiling with anger.
All she tried to do was help and enjoy her own meal, but instead, he went on to yell at her for no damn reason.
Throughout this week, I spent numerous hours concocting a plan on how to get her out of this relationship, but the only thing that kept popping up in my mind was murder.
I know that I have to be really careful with this plan, so nothing leads back to me.
From what I've learned over the past week, Alexander doesn't seem too important.
I found out the only reason people know him at the hotel is because he brings girls there almost nightly.
I doubt anyone will care if he goes missing.
They will probably think he's off to find someone new.
I went back and forth on what the best way to kill him was, but I figured it had to be a way that nobody would find his body.
I was able to link up with a guy I was locked up with in prison, and found out that he owns a pig farm.
Such a great spot to dispose of the body.
The pigs will tear him up and leave nothing left of him.
I have to wait for the perfect moment before I do anything to him because I don’t want him to be at the point where he can fight back. Seeing how fast he’s downing these beers shows that it’ll be easy to get him shit face drunk.
“You have any vodka?” I question, knowing this will get him drunk faster.
“Kabrina, can you get us some shots of vodka, please?” he shouts to her.
“I can grab it. She's busy cleaning up the mess in there,” I counter, causing him to nod in agreement.
I make my way into the kitchen, where I see her scrubbing the pans in the sink.
“Where’s your vodka and cups?” I ask, instead of poking around myself.
She pulls out just what I need. I pour him a 3oz shot of vodka while pouring myself water instead. He won't know the difference, especially with how much he's already drunk today. I take the cups into the living room where he is sitting, half asleep.
“Wake up, bud. Let's do this shot, then I can head out of here and let you get some rest,” I say, tapping him on the shoulder.
I pass him the drink that has the vodka in it and raise my cup up to him. “Cheers to friendship,” I say, clacking our cups together.
“Cheers,” he says, knocking it back.
I make a face like it burns going down my throat, so he doesn't suspect my cup wasn't the same as his.
“Suck it up pussy. That wasn’t bad at all,” he slurs before falling back to sleep.
Well damn, that was easy. Here comes the hard part.
I head back into the kitchen to grab what I need and ask Kabrina for one of the biggest knives she has.
“Trust me, this is for the best,” I say as worry fills her eyes.
I head back into the living room, where Alexander is passed out drunk on the couch.
I need to get him up and onto the rug, or this is going to make cleanup a hell of a lot harder.
I push him off the couch, and shockingly, he barely notices when he lands on the ground.
I make sure to move the couch and coffee table out of the way, so I don't get blood on them.
Kabrina steps into the room, hyperventilating like this can’t be happening in her house.
“Trust me, sweet angel, you're going to be okay. This might get a little bloody, so if you need to step out, I completely understand,” I say while cupping her cheek.
“Fuck no, I want to watch him suffer for all the pain and treatment that he’s put me through. I want him to see my face while he dies.”
I'm proud of my girl. Since she wants to watch it happen, I recommend that she go grab a knife herself, so she can join in on the fun.
Once she returns from the kitchen with another knife, she looks like she’s ready for war. Before I can say anything, she stabs him in the penis with her knife.
“Ahhh. What the fuck,” he screams out.
“This is what you get for all the pain you’ve caused me over the years,” he says as she twists the blade, before removing it completely. Before I can react, she lowers his pants and cuts his penis in half.
“You're going to die, you fucking bitch,” he says as he screams. I quickly run to the kitchen and grab a towel to cover his mouth so nobody can hear him because it's going to get much, much worse from here.
When I return back into the room, I see her stabbing him repeatedly in the chest.
“Whoa there, girl,” I say while pulling her away from him.
“I'm sorry. I've just been waiting for this day to happen for so long that I got a little ahead of myself.”
“You’re fine. Let’s gut him and rip out his intestines while he’s still alive. Let’s make him suffer. Do you have a hacksaw and a tarp to make this process easier?” I ask, unsure of what she will have lying around here.
She runs quickly to the garage and finds both in there. Before we begin, I get the idea that we should probably move him in there so the cleanup will be easier.
“Let’s actually get him moved to the garage. Go lay the tarp down, then I’ll grab his legs if you grab his arms.”
She does exactly what I say, and after a moment of struggling, we finally have him laid out on the tarp. Shockingly, there wasn't a ton of blood left on the living room floor, so cleanup should be easy later. Once we have him in the garage, we remove his shirt and get started with the hacksaw.
I cut into his chest, opening him up while she has the towel covering his mouth.
He tries to scream out in pain, but the towel is making it where nobody will hear him.
I can see him fading off, but before he is completely dead, Kabrina grabs her knife and starts cutting up his intestines, then slits his neck.
“That’s what you get for all the hurt you put me through. I hope you enjoy hell.” She says, as I start to see the tears run down her face.
“Sweet girl, you did well. I know you're going through the emotions right now, but we need to get rid of the body, then process everything later.”
She looks at me with confusion filling her face.
“Get rid of the body? How are we supposed to do that?”
I fill her in on my buddy who owns a pig farm about twenty minutes out of town. We check outside and don’t see any neighbors around, so we load his dead body into his truck.
“I need you to follow me to the farm. When we get there, we're going to cut up his body, then burn his car. I will need to get a ride back into the city with you. Once this is done, we need to act like none of this happened. I promise this will not get back to either of us.”
“Are you sure you can trust your buddy?” She asks as her hands are still shaking.
“Sweet girl, trust me. He’s a good dude. He’s already expecting us.