Mistakes Made & Lessons Learned (Book #1)

Chapter 28

~*Angela Pov*~

I made it out of that interrogation room alive. Its been two months since then but the detectives are constantly beating down my door and questioning me. Its like they know I'm guilty but it will take a lot to break me.

   "Ang, do you love me?" Chris asked while cooking dinner.

His ole sensitive ass was too much for me. Every since Les death he been acting like he lost his favorite gold fish or something. He act like the female now and he forever in his damn feelings. Watch this.

   "And if I didn't?" I asked with attitude.

He looked at me with hurt eyes then went back to cooking. I swear I can't stand his ole soft ass now. He irkes the shit out me to the point that I don't even want to wait until his insurance build up. I rather kill him now and just run away for good.

   "Why would you say something like that Ang? I'm your husband."

   "You ain't my husband. You just a bitch made nigga that I used to reach my goals." I said with a smirk.

He cut off the pot of unfinished spaghetti and looked at me. I looked at him as he looked at me look at him as he was looking at me look at him. (A/N: I play too much lol.) He shook his head and walked out the kitchen.

I sat back waiting because I knew his soft ass wasn't done yet. A couple minutes later he stormed back into the kitchen. I crossed my arms and looked at him.

   "Why the sudden change? Why are you acting like this?"

   "You can not possibly think that I really loved you all this time have you? I just needed you to get what I needed and then some."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "Les dead for a reason. You could be too but I don't want to take Malani father away from her just yet." I said with a laugh.

   "I'm calling the police. I knew you had something to do with her death." He said walking out the kitchen.

I grabbed a hot pan off the stove and held it tight. My hand was burning but I didn't care. I followed behind Christopher quietly and as soon as his hand reached for the house phone in the living room, I swung the pan with all my might and force. He dropped to the floor and I dropped the pan.

   "Stupid ass." I said then looked at my hand.

The burns weren't that bad so I could manage. I stood over Chris and grabbed his hands. I started to drag him across the floor and was happy it wasn't carpet. I dragged him all the way to the door that led to the basement.

I opened the door and kicked him down the flight of stairs. I flipped the switch and the basement lit up. I walked down the stairs and looked at his body sprawled out on the cold concrete. I lifted his body up and sat him down in a metal chair. I cuffed his legs and arm to the chair then wrapped a rope around his stomach and the chair ten times so that he couldn't move. I walked over to the sink and filled a mop bucket with very cold water. I walked back over to him and poured it all over him.

   "Why Ang?" He asked when he finally caught his breath.

I pulled up another chair and sat directly in front of him. I pulled a bag of blunts out of my back pocket, lit one up and put the rest back.

   "See I had a troubled life from the beginning. I was a foster child until I finally got adopted by a teacher named Shondra at the age of four. I was treated right and loved dearly until Leslie made her take her own life when I was 13. I went back into the system and everything was fucked up. I hung with these two girls and this nigga that was also in the system. We was tight and all but Alana, Trent and Maelynn had someone in they corner. They got tooken in by Mama Lewis but Mama Lewis didn't fancy me. You see, she thought I was evil and a child of Satan. She didn't let them hang with me no more and I seeked revenge."