Chris POV“What the fuck are you doing here” the woman who’s sat on my couch was supposed to be dead I left her for dead.“Awww what’s the matter Chrissy” she pouts before me making my blood boil and the memories from that night three years ago come back to me.I lunge at her tackling her to the ground “You fucking bitch i killed you” I'm going crazy I have to be she’s not really here she cant be.“I take it you didn’t miss me” she laughs in my face making my blood boil.“oh come on Chrissy you didn’t actually think I was dead did you” the question has me thinking back to when I left her laying there she was still and didn’t move not even when I reached down and kidder her on the forehead for the last time she didn’t move.“What’s the mater Chrissy cant face the truth of what you did in the face” she’s taunting me and i know it she’s trying to push my buttons.“what the fuck are you doing here V” she gets up from the couch and walks over to the tv stand then bends down pulling the blu
Sasha POVI was dead and the man responsible for my untimely death was the one man I never thought capable of such horrible things.I was starting to fall in love with Christopher and planed on telling him how I felt but now I know that not fees can be trusted.I stood in a deep hole that I’ve come to know as my grave, watching as the crime scene detectives worked at all hours day and night taking pictures of anything they thought was of some importance.In the small amount of time it took for me to realize I was dead I learned that moving from one point to another was easy.Growing desperate for them to catch Chris was starting to become my mission and I’d try to look at the evidence they had collected trying to find something that they had maybe over looked but so far I’ve come up with nothing just as they have also come up with nothing.Standing in the kitchen I listen to another investigator explain what he sees “The trail of blood starts here in the Kitchen and giving the gravitat
Chris POVI never thought that shit would get this far and id be sitting here having this convercation with a ghost “What do you want me to say V that I fucking raped you and left you for dead, That I killed the woman I was actually falling in love with because I was afraid she would be just like you” I stand taking a few steps closer to her in a utral fashion so I don't give anything away as to howi may feel or what I plan on doing.“What do you want me to say V that I killed the woman who was carrying my baby because she found the fucking clothes I had on when I killed Raquel” this is the first time ive actually thought about what I did to Raquel not that I'd bothered me or anything because in all honesty killing her only made my life better, I felt a sence of relife what I killed the stupid bitch.“Why did you do it sis” her nickname for me from when we were kids hits a nerve causing me to spring forword wrapping my hands around her neck I start to squeeze her thin neck with all my
Sasha POVi felt this strong pul forcing me to the front steps of Chris's house where I hear screaming coming from inside. the pull pushes me inside to see chris and the girli now is Veronica fighting on the floor. I tried to save her by calling out to Chris, I thought that if he knew I was here he would leave her be, i was so wrong for thinking that way.It was me who got the police here I saw Veronica diel the number but she didn’t get the chance to press call Chris had her phone flying into the wall, I heard the pop her scalp made as it was torn from its one skull.I called out to Chris using all my power making him hear me and see me, his eyes grew wide in realization as his once beautiful eyes locked onto my dead ones.In a flash I moved myself back to the precinct with only one destination in mind, I came to a hault in front of Detective Harris's desk. quickly I scaned over the many pictures scattered around the top of his desk looking for anything that could help him see what h
Third person POVThe truth had come to light making front page news and the police had hard core evidence to charge Chris with the murders of all three women he had once clammed to loved.The news of what Chris had done brought out many speculations and alot of pressreports about each girl and their lives before him and the affect his heinous acts had on their loved ones.The first repost to come out was of Raquel...“Raquel Salazar had meet Chris during a night out with friends instanly falling for his charms" Julianna Summers reports "She was a girl full of life with a eye for fashion. She was said to of had a passion for cooking. Said her roommate Daniela James" the sine changed to the front entrance of blue lake Park where her body had been descovered "We had the opportunity to speck with her mother Camila Salazar and she had this to say" Again the sine chages to the front of an apartmant complex where there were flowers and ballons covering the front entrace "Raquel had always b
Demestic violance is somthing we try to hid and shouldn't.I grew up in Portland Oregon and know first had that horrifing things like the ones depicted in this story become nothing more then another tragic news story from one day to the next leaving the victims and their families feeling nothing but frustraction and anger.the Portland Police do have a few good officers and detectives who have and will continue to dedicate their lives to do just as their mato declairs "Serve and Protect" this is no way a bashing of the police deparment just a shout out to bring awareness to the many situations they fail to see or turn a blind eye to.Please if you or someone you know are in a situation where it is unsafe for you or your loved ones ask for help.
The only sound that could be heard was of my frantically beating heartbeat as I run through the dead streets of downtown Portland Oregon. The crisp night air stung my face and lungs as I ran for safety far away from where I just was.I had just left work and was walking my usual route to the max station known as OldTown China Town when someone came up behind me and hit me in the back of the head knocking me to the ground with a thud. I yelled out into the night hoping that someone might hear me over the shrill cries of the max line in the distance but not one person came to my rescue, not one person out of the few that lingered around the back alleys know doubt stuck in their own worlds cared to investigate or come to my aid. All I could do is wait, all that was left for me to do is wait for the right moment to try and get away. The man kicked me in the sides and punched me in the face, I tried to shield myself the best I could but at times fails feeling the power from the man’s hit
Walking back to the police station on wobbly legs the two blocks I had to walk to find the payphone in the first place i take a seat and wait for Tommy.“You cant sleep her miss” a gruff voice yells down the stairs in my direction. “I’m not fucking sleeping I'm waiting for help and a ride home since you so called officers failed to do your jobs and help me or take me home as you should have” rude I know but I could care less at this point I came here to ask for help and they treated me like I was nothing and refused to help me as they should have.“If in an hour your still sitting there I will arrest you for loitering” the officer says as he walks away. I Ignoring the officer who takes his job way to seriously and turn back to watching the silent street for Tommy’s car. While I'm waiting I watch as a few people come and go some not walking back out. I watch as a few people are dragged into the station kicking and screaming and cussing at the arresting officers.I’ve been sitting on