He killed my girlfriend, the love of my life! AND HE GOT WAS A 1 YEAR SENTENCE. That’s all.

“Do you really want to do this?” I ask.

  He walked into MY house wanting revenge on me. Did he know I would literally kill for her? 

    I grabbed the knife, and lightly stroked it near his throat. “Why did you kill her?” I asked.

Silence. “You really want to know?” He asked, grinned. 

“Sick!” I whispered harshly. “How dare you hurt her! My RUBY! You had no business being in that house.”

He gave me another sickening smile.

“You’re going to regret this.”

I glazed at him, “Tell me now. No games.” I pushed the knife slowly closer to his neck, threatening him. 

 “Fine, fine, fine. My Bestfriend cheated on her, so I had to get back at her, for him.” 

I looked at him carefully, “Don’t worry pony boy, It was before you.”

I almost hurt him, right _then_ and _there_. 

“That was your accuse? A serial killer—like you, seems like you’d have a better target.”

I almost snarred at him. I dropped the knife, and left him in the room, the police officers watching me. They had him secure, but I wasn’t a killer. Did I want to hurt him? Like he hurt me? Of course, but him living in a cell, with other inmates who’d tear him up—seemed like a _much_ better idea.