I Let Them Think They Won - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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"You destroyed everything!" Max bellowed, swinging the club down with a sickening crack.
Violet screamed as the blow connected with her shoulder. "Max, stop!" she begged, raising trembling hands in a useless defense. "Think about our baby!"
"Our baby?" Max sneered, venom dripping from his words as he raised the club again. "You think that unborn child is some kind of shield, Violet?"
"You're insane!" she shrieked, scrambling backward. Crimson bloomed across her blouse from the wound. "You'll pay for this! You'll pay for everything!"
The club smashed into concrete inches from her head, making her flinch violently. "My only mistake was ever touching you!"
"Please Max!" Violet sobbed, tears cutting tracks through the dirt on her face. "I love you! Everything I did was for us!"
"Us?" Max's laugh was hollow and terrifying. "You ended us when you ruined my life! My marriage! My—"
"You did that yourself!" Violet's voice cracked with emotion. "You pursued me! You lied to your wife! This is on you, Max!"
His face twisted with fresh rage. The club came down again, connecting with her thigh. Her scream curdled the air.
"Somebody help!" a bystander shouted, inching forward but recoiling at the brutality.
Violet whimpered as she dragged herself away, leaving a smeared trail of blood. "They'll lock you up for this, Max!"
Max panted like a rabid animal, his world tinted red. "Prison's a vacation compared to what you've done to me!"
Sirens wailed in the distance, but the sound barely registered. He lifted the club again, Violet's pleas lost in the roar of his fury.
"MAX!" Her final scream cut off abruptly as the weapon found its mark.
She collapsed, shock frozen on her face even as consciousness fled. The sirens grew louder - someone had called 911. Rough hands yanked Max backward as police swarmed the scene. He fought briefly, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with adrenaline.
Only then did he see. Violet's broken form lay in a spreading crimson pool, her features obliterated, her body twisted unnaturally.
The club slipped from numb fingers, clanging against pavement. Max stumbled back, knees buckling under the crushing realization.
Officers formed a tight circle around the blood-soaked man. "Hands where we can see them!" the lead cop barked.
Max raised shaking arms, his wild gaze dropping to the carnage. The scene looked like something from a slaughterhouse.
"On your knees!" The officer advanced, weapon drawn. Max complied, his movements jerky. Cold steel snapped around his wrists, the bite of handcuffs anchoring him to reality.
"You're under arrest for homicide," the cop growled, tightening the restraints. As Miranda rights spilled from the officer's mouth, the words blurred together.
Max's shallow breaths hitched as his brain replayed the violence in horrifying slow motion. Violet's ruined face. The wet sound of impact. The way her body had crumpled.
"...right to an attorney..." The cop's partner moved in to escort him away.
The legalese meant nothing. All Max could hear was the phantom echo of Violet's screams, see the grotesque still-life before him.
"I just...I just wanted to scare her..." The full weight of his actions crashed down as he stared at Violet's lifeless form. His stomach lurched.
As they dragged him toward the squad car, he twisted for a final look. His breath caught - not just at Violet's body, but at what it meant. In his rage, he'd killed them both. His lover. His child.
His legs gave out completely as the truth settled in his bones. There was no coming back from this.
Violet screamed as the blow connected with her shoulder. "Max, stop!" she begged, raising trembling hands in a useless defense. "Think about our baby!"
"Our baby?" Max sneered, venom dripping from his words as he raised the club again. "You think that unborn child is some kind of shield, Violet?"
"You're insane!" she shrieked, scrambling backward. Crimson bloomed across her blouse from the wound. "You'll pay for this! You'll pay for everything!"
The club smashed into concrete inches from her head, making her flinch violently. "My only mistake was ever touching you!"
"Please Max!" Violet sobbed, tears cutting tracks through the dirt on her face. "I love you! Everything I did was for us!"
"Us?" Max's laugh was hollow and terrifying. "You ended us when you ruined my life! My marriage! My—"
"You did that yourself!" Violet's voice cracked with emotion. "You pursued me! You lied to your wife! This is on you, Max!"
His face twisted with fresh rage. The club came down again, connecting with her thigh. Her scream curdled the air.
"Somebody help!" a bystander shouted, inching forward but recoiling at the brutality.
Violet whimpered as she dragged herself away, leaving a smeared trail of blood. "They'll lock you up for this, Max!"
Max panted like a rabid animal, his world tinted red. "Prison's a vacation compared to what you've done to me!"
Sirens wailed in the distance, but the sound barely registered. He lifted the club again, Violet's pleas lost in the roar of his fury.
"MAX!" Her final scream cut off abruptly as the weapon found its mark.
She collapsed, shock frozen on her face even as consciousness fled. The sirens grew louder - someone had called 911. Rough hands yanked Max backward as police swarmed the scene. He fought briefly, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with adrenaline.
Only then did he see. Violet's broken form lay in a spreading crimson pool, her features obliterated, her body twisted unnaturally.
The club slipped from numb fingers, clanging against pavement. Max stumbled back, knees buckling under the crushing realization.
Officers formed a tight circle around the blood-soaked man. "Hands where we can see them!" the lead cop barked.
Max raised shaking arms, his wild gaze dropping to the carnage. The scene looked like something from a slaughterhouse.
"On your knees!" The officer advanced, weapon drawn. Max complied, his movements jerky. Cold steel snapped around his wrists, the bite of handcuffs anchoring him to reality.
"You're under arrest for homicide," the cop growled, tightening the restraints. As Miranda rights spilled from the officer's mouth, the words blurred together.
Max's shallow breaths hitched as his brain replayed the violence in horrifying slow motion. Violet's ruined face. The wet sound of impact. The way her body had crumpled.
"...right to an attorney..." The cop's partner moved in to escort him away.
The legalese meant nothing. All Max could hear was the phantom echo of Violet's screams, see the grotesque still-life before him.
"I just...I just wanted to scare her..." The full weight of his actions crashed down as he stared at Violet's lifeless form. His stomach lurched.
As they dragged him toward the squad car, he twisted for a final look. His breath caught - not just at Violet's body, but at what it meant. In his rage, he'd killed them both. His lover. His child.
His legs gave out completely as the truth settled in his bones. There was no coming back from this.
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