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I met Ezekiel Young in Salt Lake City about two years ago...
My life wasn't that horrible. I knew it was better than most of the people in Chicago at the time. I had enough money to keep my family going, and I had a house that sheltered my family of four with space to spare. My younger brother, Jack, was quite obedient for a five year old. He respected my things, and always listened.
My mother had said I had everything any girl could want. Two loving parents, a nice brother, a house, and money...
My papa said I was a brilliant young lady. I was bright, strong, and beautiful...
I suppose I am glad they did not live to see me imprisioned.
But, anyways, on with Zeke. Whenever I finished my education, I discovered that my mother was ill. She had caughten double pneumonia. I knew she wouldn't live, not with her age, but that didn't stop me from hoping. I was the one who sat by her bedside, and saw her eyes close. I vividly remember crying for hours on end, and my father dragging me from her room. The funeral for her was brief, and I recalled how successful she said I'd be.
I left for Utah two days later.
Jack had been entrusted with caring for papa, and I knew he wouldn't slack off. My bags contained possessions that I truly needed and a few items for memories. When I arrived, I immediately started looking for a home. Some were pricey, and some were quite cheap. I settled for an apartment in a peaceful section of the city.
One day, I went out to treat myself to a fancy dinner. A handsome man asked me to accompany him, for he was by himself, too. How could I have rejected him? His eyes twinkled, and his teeth caught the light, making his smile glow. As we were waiting for our appetizer to come, we introduced ourselves. His name was Ezekiel Young, but he preferred Zeke. I told him my name was Annie Smith.
He told me he was single, and we hit it off right away.
After we got together a few times, a few dates here and there, it clicked. You know that feeling? This desire you get to just marry a person right where you stand? I suppose we got a watered down version of that emotion. It was like replacing full-bodied red wine with light-bodied white wine.
So we started living together. He'd go to work, come home, I'd fix him a drink, and we'd eat dinner...
I liked my life. Zeke worked a good job. It paid well, and he got free time. Our life together was peaceful, and he'd wanted to close the gap. I didn't give him an answer, and it had seemed foolish at the time. Later, I realised it was probably the smartest choice of my life.
And then I found out... single, he told me. Single, my ass! Not only was he married, oh no, he had six wives! One of those mormons, ya know?
Zeke had started calling my baby, and honey. I assumed it was just a stage in his life... I had never really thought anything bad of him. Now, sitting on a cool metal bench in a prison, I think I should've known something was off. He had once made a late night call, and it wasn't bussiness-like at all... In fact, it sounded like he was cheating on me with someone. Later that night, when I knew Ezekiel was asleep, I crept out and looked for any evidence.
I hit the jackpot.
On a slip of paper was a phone number, and scrawled beneath it, in Zeke's handwriting, read Marylynn's new phone number. I was shocked. After messily going through the kitchen area, I found five other slips of paper, and looked for anything else that would imply these women were more than associates. Six marriage certificates were hidden in a compartment in a small drawer.
My soon-to-be fiancee had six wives. He had fooled seven women into thinking he was single, and not one of them found out his game. I slapped myself mentally. Why didn't I think of this earlier? I knew he was too perfect. I waited for tomorrow to come... Then was when I would execute my plan.
So that night when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink, as usual. You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic!
I felt betrayed. I bought some rat poisoning at a local pest center, and gave him his usual glass of arsenic. Half of the rat poison was missing from its container. Ezekiel walked through the door, came over, and pecked me on the lips. I resisted the urge to slap him, and took his briefcase into the bedroom. I returned, and saw his head fall back as he took his last swing of arsenic. I counted in my head, and on one, his head lulled back and rolled back and forth on the couch edge. OK, I might have used too much, but it had worked.
The cheater was dead.
I returned to Chicago when the first oppurtunity arose. However, my luck ran out. I was now a known killer, and the police in Chicago wanted my head. To top it all off, I had discovered that Jack and papa were dead, killed in a car crash two years earlier. To put it simply, I didn't make a fuss when the police caught me. They delivered me to the matron, and I was placed in a cell beside another murderess.
He had it coming,
He had it coming,
He took a flower in its prime.
And the he used,
And he abused it.
It was a murder, but not a crime!
I quickly made friends with Liz, and we waited until someone else appeared guilty and was sent here with us.
There you go! Shorter, but I worked my butt off to get this day in two hours, so I could proofread it, edit, and post it! I think I'll try for June's chapter in a week's time! Please review!