PREFACE
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The shots rang out from the front room of the penthouse hitting Trevor at point blank range knocking him lifelessly to the floor slamming his head against the wall. Olivia could not believe the sight before her, her husband of 6 years lying in front of her…. Dead.
"OH MY GOD!" "OH MY GOD!" "What have I done?"
With the gun still in her hands, Olivia looks down, still shaking and notices the blood dripping from her finger tips, and the blood stains on her clothes. She frantically drops the gun to the floor causing it to discharge a round, ricocheting off of the wall and hitting the hutch full of priceless dishes and startling her. She gets down onto the floor and falls to her knees in the corner of the room hysterically weeping over what just happened.
"I can't believe I shot him!" she cries out over and over. Just then, she lifts up her right arm above her head and reaches for the telephone on the end table. She picks up the telephone and calls 911.
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"Manhattan 911, state your emergency."
"My husband's been shot!" Olivia yelled into the receiver.
"Okay ma'am…. Where are you located?" Asked the operator.
"5731 Central Park West, Apt 22" Olivia stated.
"An ambulance is on the way…. Could you tell me his name please?"
" His name is Trevor Christiansen."
"Does he have a pulse and is he breathing?"
"No, he doesn't have a pulse and he's not breathing… he's dead!" Olivia said with a panicked voice.
"Alright ma'am calm down the ambulance is on the way." The operator said as she tried to comfort Olivia.
"I'm going to stay on the phone with you until the paramedics get here. Can you tell me what happened?"
" We had a horrific argument and I shot him in self- defense, he was trying to kill me. He had a knife to my throat and he had hit me several times…"
She hung up on the operator when the paramedics arrived.
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Olivia Andrews cried as she looked to the floor and saw the bloodied body of her husband, Trevor Christiansen the only man she ever loved. She had shot him in cold blood…..
How could he have used her and betrayed her trust so badly? She needed to get away from the abusive love he provided before she was the one lying dead on the floor. By shooting him, she was making damned sure that never happened.
"It was you or me, Trevor and sorry to say but I chose you!"
I never imagined it would come to this … To kill or be killed. I just couldn't take it anymore. The lies. The adultery. Most of all, the abuse. Between the emotional abuse of his harsh words and the physical abuse I endured I had to do something. I wasn't raised to stand by and let anyone walk all over me. Damnit! I am Olivia Andrews- Christiansen; no one fucks with me and lives to tell about it! I put up with it long enough and now I needed to exact my revenge for the years of abuse I endured at his hands and lips. I just don't understand how it all went so wrong. We were so happy…..