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Introduction

Infidelity The guilt was becoming increasingly unbearable. I couldn't take the strain on my mind anymore; images of that night and what I had done kept flashing before my eyes every time I blinked, every time I closed me eyes to think for a moment and every time I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. I couldn't, I couldn't sleep because their faces kept haunting my mind - I was becoming an insomniac. His betrayal was the cause of my pain and personal anguish. His cunning and deceptive ways were what drove me insane and react in a violent and cold-blooded manner. Her innocence was no longer her beauty, her deceit was more than heartbreak for me - my world, my life, my dreams were shattered. Disloyalty, unfaithfulness and distrust had driven me to the height of insanity - I was losing control of myself. I couldn't bear the guilt any longer. I had to tell somebody. I had to confess my sin, my wrongdoing. She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen; oceanic blue eyes that you could dive into, hair so fine it seemed as if you were caressing silk and her skin was as smooth as velvet. ...read more.

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Claire was in the shower at the time so I checked to see what the mobile phone screen read. It was a text message from a new contact because the telephone number had not been recognized by the phone book. I assumed that it was a message from one of Claire's "friends" so I thought I'd read it and tell Claire the message from outside the bathroom door as it may have been important. I was shocked at what I had just read. The text message read, "Don't forget, 8pm sharp at Holiday Inn Express hotel, room 128". My hand was shaking as I held Claire's phone. My palms had become sweaty. Claire having an affair was the obvious conclusion. We were engaged and the wedding was only a few weeks away now, our big day. My hopes and dreams were instantly shattered. I could literally feel my heart break as does a pane of glass when a rock or brick strikes against it leaving fragments of crushed glass all over the floor. I genuinely loved Claire and perhaps this was what I derived my courage and strength from to carry out my actions that were to follow. I erased the affection for Claire from my mind for now and resolved to get to the bottom of this. ...read more.

Conclusion

He had done that again tonight. I had forgiven his past but I couldn't forgive his present now. The thought of him being my brother had vanished from within me. I was equipped. I pulled it out and lashed out at him slitting his throat with one blow. And in a vengeful frenzy, I stuck Claire too - a fatal blow to the head. There was silence. Nothing could be herd except for my own breath panting for air. I had killed two people who were "close" to me. "That's my story and my confession gentlemen". I was sitting in an interrogation room, three other men and me. "Sergeant Russell and detective Jones, can I see you both in my office right now!" commanded the police chief. I had gotten it off my chest. A burden that was weighing me down had finally been lifted off my shoulders. Nobody had known that I had killed Claire and Mark. They were discovered by the hotel's housekeeping manager early next morning after my visit. I had gotten away with murder for three months but the guilt had become unbearable. It was driving me insane. I had become an insomniac. I sat there contemplating my possible demise after my confession. I was still equipped. I drew it and looking at it made me recall my sin. I smiled. "Goodbye Claire. I'm sorry." ...read more.

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