I am still trying to process what happened. I am more sad at the fact that I had to kill my dog. Her name was Trixie. She was a white Pit-bull. She was so beautiful. I think that is why I can relate so much to Michonne over there. My husband would hit me for burning his toast or not having things just right in the home.
I had the gun in my hands. I just hate that I didn't kill my husband. I was going to shoot him. I was going to kill my husband but, I shot Trixie who had already killed my husband Frank and she was turning to come to me. Hi. My name is Carol. I killed my dog Trixie.
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There is definitely more to the story than what Sasha is letting on. It definitely has put a strain on our marriage. We have been married eight years. First marriage for the both of us. High school sweethearts. I have never been with anyone else but Sasha. She is my world. She is my baby.
I had to take a pay cut at the cookie factory. Everyones hours were cut. We couldn't make due on less. It just wasn't feasible. So, I took on some side jobs with my brother Meryl catching gators down in florida or road kill here in King's County. I needed to make the extra money. Legal money. I had Sasha to think about and our son Maverick. I even took some odd jobs at Herschel's Mortuary. That is where I met Grimes over there. Eugene and Tyrese. Hey. I've seen Michonne a couple of times and that was whenever I went inside and she would be styling someone's hair. Hi.
I promise you I didn't know what my Mama Pattybelle Dixon and my brother Meryl were cooking up over there next door. I didn't know they had a meth lab operation going on. Meryl never made it pass the 5th grade. How he would think he could cook meth is a wonder to me. From the story that was told to me Mama and Meryl were arguing out in the lawn about who drank the last of the Mississippi Moonshine when Boom. I was at work when it happened. When Sasha called me...
Maverick was playing in our yard when it happened and debris...Maverick was dead instantly...It still hurts to talk about it. He was only five years old. My first kid. Our first kid. Gone at the hands of his granny and uncle.
We were mourning. Only time can lessen that kind of heart break. Nothing else. Time. Herschel helped with best he could saying things can break but they can still grow. Sasha is pregnant now with twins. I got my hours back up at the cookie factory. I don't know...I felt some kind of way coming home every day to find Sasha in Mavericks room crying. He would have been 6 years old, Halloween that just passed.
My Mama Pattybelle and Meryle were out on bond. They were drunk keeping up a ruckus as usual. Never once did they say sorry or have any regrets about Maverick. No condolences. Nothing. I got my gun. Sasha followed me out the house. She demanded that I give her the gun that nothing is solved with a gun. That I shouldn't force them to recognize that their actions killed Maverick. Sasha said that we need to be able to talk like we are civilized. I gave Sasha the gun to hold.
"We would like an apology."
"For what?" Mama Pattybelle stopped her drunken diatribe.
"Y'all killed my boy, Maverick."
"You should have paid more attention..." POW
Meryl began laughing. POW
Within seconds, Sasha shot them both dead. She aimed the gun at me when I instinctively reached for her to put it down but she aimed it at me before she broke down right there.
I carried my wife back to our trailer. I buried the gun. Hi. My name is Daryl Dixon and I helped my wife get away with murder.
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Rick and Michonne left the meeting in the pickup truck. No one any the wiser that the two were in a relationship, other than Tyrese and Eugene who were in attendance at the meeting. Their romantic relationship was seven days new and of the seven, they slept together only three times. If Rick had his way it would have been every day that the romantic relationship was consummated but he let Michonne feign that she had a headache or she was on her period that lasted one day for each ailment. One night she said she was trapped in her room, by her mattress, and that was the night that Rick had the heaviest sleep come over him...
"So what do you think about me and Sasha now?"
"I don't."
"Good. Glad her husband was there. Now we got more of the story. I would do that for you...help you get a way with murder."
"I would hope you would stop me from naming any child, Maverick."
"I don't think Maverick is such a bad name."
"If I were to have a son his name would be Andre."
"Wait...I thought crazy couldn't impregnate your scrambled eggs?"
"Crazy can't." Michonne said as a matter-of-factly.
Rick cut his eyes at Michonne as he drove the pickup truck from their latest meeting. "I was actually talking about hiding the gun if you did something like that. I would help you. I know I would."
"You would be an accessory to murder."
"I would help you with anything. I hope it's mutual."
"It is not. I wouldn't be an accessory to anything. If it ain't right it ain't right. If I am going to shoot someone you better believe I meant it and I would be ready to pay the price for my actions. Sasha had ample time to take those two racist fuckers out. She should have done it in the heat of the moment when her son was laying in the grass dead. Now, all the law need to do is sniff in the right place and those fools could be behind bars with brand new babies to boot."
"The papers has it listed as gang related. But, either way I would be hiding your knife. You would have stabbed them to death." Rick continued driving along until he reached the back of the Mortuary where the living lived.
"I saw Jessie yesterday. She wanted to know why you haven't been returning her calls."
"Are you about to start shit with me now? Now that we are about to go inside? You waited all day. We could have resolved this shit in your head earlier in the day. You pick this time to put up another road block? We are having sex again tonight Michonne. So tell Sybil and Eve and Queenisha good night because I am going to my room to grab my pajamas and toothbrush and I am coming in your room. We're, not your multiple personalities, but you and I are going to take a shower together and without much more resistance from you we are going to make some love tonight."
"How long have you been in contact with Jessie, Rick? Let me rephrase, when was the last time YOU talked to Jessie, Rick?"
"I don't talk to Jessie. You should know...better yet, I am due for a phone upgrade. We are going to the Cellular store together. I am getting a new damn phone and new damn number. How about that? "
"Maybe we need to hold off until all that is done." Michonne suggested.
"No. Don't play with me, Michonne. You would think you just saw Jessie three minutes ago choking on my huge dick the way you are acting. It's been over a year now. Holy hell woman."
Michonne began smiling, "Huge?"
"Do I need to refresh your memory?"
"I have no problem with my memory."
"You said I am bigger than Mike."
"I say a lot of things."
"You finally admit it. Where the fucking witnesses when I need one."
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Dealing with Michonne could be exhausting if I wasn't in love with her. I had a little tune in my head as I made haste to get my pajamas and in my bathroom my toothbrush. When I came out of my bathroom, my mattress was on the window and my box spring was blocking the door.
"Fuck."
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I sat on my bed waiting for Rick. I waited a whole four minutes before I made my way to start my nightly routine. I came out to find Rick still hadn't made it to my room. I thought he wanted me to chase after him so I made sure I didn't. I thought he was playing some type of game. I had an unusual heaviness come over me so I crawled into my bed and instantly fell asleep.
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A/N: I really don't know how I come up with these stories. Thanks for the Reviews and follows.
