Fac Ut Vivas

“Do it,” I told her, but I felt detached all of a sudden. I mean, I was into it at first, but by then all I could see were the two of them doing this behind my back and I got angry. She came while I rode her ass, and I waited until she stopped before I said, “Is that how you fuck my husband, you bitch?” and pulled out of her.

“What?” she said. She was smiling at me. Smiling. I mean. I felt sick again, and the pain in my eyes came back. I pulled off the dildo and threw it at her. “Hey, what’s wrong?!” she said, but I was already out the door. The next thing I knew I was in the kitchen, vomiting into the sink. She came up to me and put her hand on my back, and things were coming out of her mouth. Words, I mean. She was saying all these things that didn’t mean anything. I couldn’t listen to her. She was fucking my husband, and then she had manipulated me. I felt dirty and sick. My hand grabbed something. I didn’t mean to. To. You know. I felt threatened. I was defending myself. I didn’t realize I was holding a knife until I stabbed her. I thought I punched her, but I didn’t. She fell back and I didn’t see what I had done until she dropped her hands from her stomach and something that looked like a sausage fell out of it. I couldn’t stop myself from going forward and stabbing her again. She was making small sounds. I slipped on the blood and fell on top of her. Her face was next to mine, but her eyes were glassy and not looking at me. Not really looking at me. I rolled away from her and lay on the floor. I pulled my knees up. Thinking if I fell asleep it would be all over when I woke up.

I heard a door open and a man said, “Sorry I’m late,” then he stopped and shouted out something. “Michelle! Oh my God! Michelle!”

That’s all I can tell you. The next thing I knew I was here, and all you people are making a big mistake. My name’s not Jennie. I keep telling you. I can’t explain what my driver’s license looks like. I don’t deny I killed her. I’m sorry I did it. She was sleeping with my husband. Yes, Greg. Just bring him in and let me talk to him.

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