June 1st, 2004
Sex was always good with Holly. It was always mind blowing. It left his body shivering with excitement hours later. Sex had never been this wonderful before.
"I'm going to take a shower." Holly said sliding out of bed. "Feel free to raid the fridge."
"Oh I will." Carlos got out of bed as he watched Holly's naked body go to the bathroom.
He was just too happy. It felt so good. Carlos grabbed a banana off of the table. He walked into the living room. He looked at a few pictures of them. They were a good-looking couple.
Carlos glanced over to the bookshelf. She had a lot of boring books that he knew he would never read. He pulled one out.
"Your Orgasm and You." Carlos chuckled as he opened it up, "Whoa." It had some graphic pictures. He began to flip through the book. A newspaper clipping floated to the floor. He picked it up and began to read it. His heart stopped.
Housewife sent to Meadow Brook
-Boston (AP) The month long trial is now over. Holly Carter was sent to Meadow brook institution for a month long evaluation. All charges were dropped due to the prosecutions battered wife syndrome defense.
Holly Carter was found covered in her husband's blood in her home in June. The couple had been married for eight years. Evidence had shown Carter had been abused from the beginning of their marriage.
Maxwell Carter was found dead in his kitchen. The argument before his demise was about his daughter that Mrs. Carter miscarried a few months before. He beat Holly until three ribs was broken, out of self-defense, she stabbed Maxwell ten times.
No funeral is scheduled for Carter.
Carlos stared at the article. Murdered? Holly murdered someone. His heart pounded in his chest as Holly came out of the bathroom wrapping a towel around her.
"Did you eat anything?" Holly asked. Carlos couldn't movie. "Carlos, what's wrong?" He looked down at the newspaper clipping.
"What...What is this?" He held it up.
"It looks like paper." She said drying her hair.
"I thought you were divorced." Carlos said.
"I am." She said. Anger boiled up in his veins. He held up the clipping.
"You're a widow!!" He cried. Holly froze. Panic began to swell in her chest.
"You...you don't know what happened." Holly said;
"It looks like you stabbed him ten times." Carlos said throwing the clipping at her. Holly's hands began to shake.
"You don't know what he did to me!!" Holly cried.
"You lied to me!" Carlos yelled, "What kind of fucking relationship do we have??" Holly began to cry.
"I th-thought we had a good one." She sobbed.
"You lied." Carlos repeated.
"How am I supposed to bring it up??" Holly asked, "Oh by the way Carlos, My husband beat and raped me for eight years when he murdered out daughter, I snapped. I'm sorry I didn't tell but GOD! You did know what was going on! I was brought into that Boston ER over fifty times! Over three hundred stitches!"
"How did he kill Kindred? You told me that you miscarried." Carlos said.
"After he beat me! I can still hear him yelling about her. "Holly sobbed as she stared at her hands. "She was so small. So tiny. He wanted to get rid of his problem. He took my baby away...I would...I would kill him again!!!!"
"Don't say that." Carlos said running his hand through his hair.
"If someone beat Kylie to death, would you seek vengeance?" She asked him.
"I probably would but that's not the point, Holly." Carlos said, "You lied to me. You didn't trust me enough to tell me about you pain."
"That's not true!" She cried, "I trust you!!"
"No you don't!" Carlos said, "Is that why you said Doc was in good hands? Because you know what it was like there?" Holly nodded slowly.
"Yes." She whispered. Carlos was pacing back and forth now. He ignored Holly's tears.
"I thought you....you always seemed...that you wouldn't hurt a fly...No mean bone in your body." Carlos said.
"There isn't." Holly said, "What happened that night...That wasn't me. Are you mad?"
"To say the least." Carlos growled.
"I'm sorry." Hollys aid. Carlos shook his head as he grabbed his jacket.
"I can't...I can't handle this Holly." He told her.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Away. Away from you and away from a joke of a relationship this is." Carlos walked to the door. Holly jumped up.
"Please don't!!" She cried.
"I can't even look at you." Carlos whispered as he went into the hallway. Holly stood in her living room staring at the door sobbing. Carlos closed his eyes. He wasn't over reacting. His girlfriend murdered someone. He had the right to freak out.
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