A story i wrote based off a roblox pic like 2 years ago

My pretty pistol 

By maria mejia 

Black mascara runs down my face as I sit in my designer dress with the gun I bought in Walmart sitting pretty on my hand. Waiting so very patiently for my loving husband and his mistress to come home. Fifteen years of marriage. a thousand dates together. Nights of passionate sex that goes on until dawn. And this motherfucker has the audacity to fucking cheat on me with that slut from accounting? I don’t think so. 

So as soon as I found out i put on that dress he bought for me telling me I looked “god damn gorgeous in” as he passed his black credit card to the cashier. Covering all the scars I endured in our blissful 15 years of marriage with the concealer I got a few years back, with the advice my mother told me as a child, “no one likes an ugly bride” ringing in my head. I threw on some red before leaving the car and walk my dolled up self to Walmart. 

Flashing a smile to the cashier “just this please” sliding the revolver to the worker. He glances at the weapon and looks back up to me, “are you signed up to our rewards program?”. I chuckle and nod no and hand over my loving husband’s credit card. He puts my pretty pistol in a bag and passes it to me. Our hands meet for a second. His large veined hands meet my plastic like hands and passes me the bag containing the dangerous object. I look at this stranger, he blushes, I smile and walked away from the young man.  Getting into my cherry red convertible I start to ponder on how I will deal with the moron that I promised to spend eternity with.

I had that wine that we bought in Italy on our honeymoon. With the promise of drinking it if the occasion calls for it, and this wasn’t any ordinary day. This is the day I murder the whore that is my husband for the crime of cheating on his loving devoted stupid wife. Me. 

Our panel front door clicks open as it greets my husband and his lover entering the house that WE built together. Passionate noises are heard as they enter, soft whimpers of desire, bodies pulling against another as if they were afraid of this moment being their last. 

A shot is heard and then another. Sherry from accounting doesn’t look so good now does she? My husband looks down in horror as her body drops and two red blobs appear on her white dress. “Sorry was I interrupting something?” I tilt my head as I say with my voice breathless from all the sobbing. My husband speaks with tears in his eyes, “H-Honey I thought you were visiting your m-mother with the kids?”. I stand up from my chair and move closer to him, he steps back. Tears are running down both of our eyes now. “Why? Why her and not me huh?!”, I say with quavering voice, “I gave you everything! Two beautiful little angels, a gorgeous house, and yet… it was never enough for you!” I throw the empty wine bottle at his feet, I clear the walls of the “happy memories” that are displayed for all to see. I point the pistol at him shaking it “WHY WASN’T I ENOUGH! I TRIED TO BE SEXY, TO BE PERFECT, THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS!!”, I point my weapon of my mass destruction at sherry, “ONLY FOR YOU TO FUCK IT UP AGAIN!”, “Y-Y/N PLEASE Y-YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” He stutters as he pleads for his life. 

Sherry crawls toward the door, her blood stains my newly installed linoleum tiles, I scoff “your still alive?”, I put a bullet in the back of her head, she stops her cries in a second. I start giggling to myself. The giggles turn into laughter and the laughter turns into a cruel sinister laugh.  I sigh and point the gun back at my adoring husband’s rotten heart.

 “YOU’D THINK AFTER THE FIRST 3 GIRLS YOU WOULD STOP!” I scream at the skittish man 

“PLEASE DON’T MURDER ME TOO! I’LL BE GOOD I PROMISE! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN”

 “NOW WHERE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEFORE? I wouldn’t need to murder them if you just kept it in your pants.”

I point the gun to his vile head now. He eyes look into mine. He’s petrified. And I love it. “Oh honey I really did like you but I only wanted you because of your money”. 

A wicked look comes over my face. 

I pull the trigger 

The gorgeous music of the pistol plays 

in my ears as my dearly departed husband’s brains scatter like virus being spread. 

“Till death do we part my love” I smile as the last bit of sadness rolls down my cheek.

( i should've proof read this before i publish this but im so tireddd, i actually wrote a part two on this)