The Assassin Melissa Hodson Life; untimely snatched. Eight years of marriage ceased;

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The Assassin

Melissa Hodson

 Life; untimely snatched. Eight years of marriage ceased; 3 years of remorse, led to my demise. I’ve watched, waited, painfully peering in disbelief at what I’d become. All that remained of me was a distant memory in a church.

Rain hit my windscreen blurring my vision. My mind was disorientated in the map of my life. Only focusing on one aim:  to find my house through the hazy curtain of rain. Not once did the thought of death creep into my mind. Nor the thought of peering eyes waiting for me; isolated on a hill. A hill that would soon hold a deep, dark, secret.  Those eyes. Fixated. Waiting. Hoping. Absorbing the surroundings of what would soon be stained with my blood.

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As I continued to battle through the rain; he sat. Pondered over his orders. His orders to kill. Orders recited by my husband. The husband who I loved, who broke my heart. The husband who would live with my tortured soul for life. He, who was responsible for the demise of our marriage; a marriage wrecked by his insecurities. False accusations numerated by his lips, the lips that had met another’s; the lips that had accused me of the same felony.

My car met the cobbles of the drive. His feet met the decaying leaves that lay on the ...

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