For love

September 11th, 1997, Jail Cell

I am so glad I was allowed to have a small notebook and pen to write. Otherwise, my thoughts would drive me insane. I always kept a diary with me, but of course I couldn’t bring it into prison. Not after I lost everything… the day my life ended and re-started, to be incubated in this dang prison cell for the next 10 years and then, when I’m finally free, I’ll be able to start anew.

I think I should explain how I ended up in jail. My name is Lisa Northway, I am a blonde woman and I used to work for a detective agency. I had been dating the same man, a guy name Norman, for the past 4 years. We were inseparable, a perfec t pair, and I was absolutely devoted to him… absolutely, crazy in love. I would do anything for him, and we were looking forward to the day of our marriage. I was sure he wanted me too.

Or so I imagined.

Work was starting to take its toll on me, because a series of murder cases had been running rampant in the city and I was the head agent for the investigation. I was able to spend less and less time with Norman, and even if this hurt my heart, he understood. Besides, I wanted to keep him safe, I wanted to keep the city safe.

After a few months of work, we were able to capture the serial killer. It seemed as if my life would return to its normal pace, but that was far from the truth. Norman was… distant. I couldn’t pinpoint why was he being like this, but I assumed it was the fact we had to get used to each other’s company once more. I thought that it wouldn’t take much effort or time from our part.

Then, our relationship started to take odd steps. It’s not as if it has always been easy for us, but this time it was… different. Even after months of not having sex, because of my job, he didn’t want to have sex with me. He attributed that to him “Being tired” even if I was the one who should have been feeling tired in the first place. Even if I was, I was itching to make love to him. He didn’t even want to finger me, or let me suck his cock. It all started to worry me.

Another weird case was presented at the office, and that helped me keep my head busy from the problems in my relationship. However, while investigating for clues, I found more than I should have. The case had us looking for someone who murdered a lady in a clothing store, and so the detectives and I had to go to that area to look for clues. On the last day of patrol near that area, I found something interesting, and it wasn’t exactly a clue for the case.

Across the street, there was a coffee shop. I had never gone there, since I don’t frequent that part of town. When the detectives and I were getting ready to leave for the office, already in the car, I was able to see someone coming out of the coffee shop. It was Norman, with a girl I had never seen before. She was petite and cute, and they seemed to be smiling and having fun as they left the shop. I felt a terrible heartache in that moment.

However, I had to focus on the case. I was to confront Norman about this after the case was closed. Was this what he did that tired him so much? I started to assume the worst, of course, and I imagined he was fucking that girl. That would explain his empty sex drive.

As the case continued, even if I was heavy on the workload, I tried to relight the fire of my relationship with Norman, to claim what was mine, but it didn’t work. He was even more indifferent than before, and spent less time at home, preferring to be in his apartment. I was feeling lonely, and had a lot of work to do and investigate, but I was too fixated on whatever was going on with Norman and the girl. I never got her name.

A few weeks later, the case was closed. We found the killer, and everybody was happy that day. Except for me. I was too exhausted from the case, and too worried about my relationship which was falling apart before me. I rushed home and called Norman, and scheduled a date with him for the weekend. He agreed, and that made me feel a bit more relieved. We were going to have dinner in a fancy restaurant; I had been paid so well for the case, that I was willing to pay for the entire dinner.

We hadn’t been intimate for around 2 months now, and of course I was horny as hell. I would grab my vibrator and shove it up my vagina, feeling it deep inside of me the same way I wanted Norman to be inside of me. But it was not enough; I needed real warmth and flesh inside of me. One day I decided to masturbate while looking at a picture of Norman that I had on my phone, that turned me on exquisitely and I came over and over again, making my bed a wet mess. I was craving his body and his cock. I wanted to make sure that we would fuck after the date.

Fast forward to the weekend, and I was already feeling overjoyed at the thought of meeting with Norman. Later that night, after taking my shower to get ready for the date, I called him to confirm the date once more. This time, unlike the past times I called, he said he wasn’t able to go out. I asked him why, and he said he had a lot of work piled up, something he didn’t mention at all during the week. I asked if I could order something and drop by his house, and he said he didn’t want any distractions. Of course, I was crushed.

I sat down to cry, lamenting my dying relationship. In that moment, I had an idea; I would go to his house and drop by for a visit by surprise. Even if he said he was busy, I wanted to see him. And then, I got ready as if I was going to my previously stated date at the restaurant. A long, fancy silver dress covered me, and I carried a matching purse. I left to his house without hesitation.

When I got to his building, I went up the stairs. He lived on the 5th floor, and It was a bit tiresome to climb up there. His apartment was the last one on the hallway, and I eagerly made my way there. I had a key to his apartment, something he probably forgot, and I did my best to open the door silently. I expected to see him right there on the living room, working on his computer, but he was not there. The computer, nor the lights, was even on. Suddenly, I heard a sound come from his room, the only room with lights on apparently.

I slowly made my way across the den to reach his house, which had the door slightly open. I opened it a bit more to take a peek inside, and there I saw him on his bed, fucking the girl from the coffee shop. Instantly, I felt my heart breaking into pieces. He was ramming her the way he did it to me, and a burst of jealousy overcame me. I looked into my purse and found my gun, something I carried around because of my job. I slammed the door open, and they turned in shock to see me. I held my gun up and shot at the whore, right on the head.

Norman yelled as the blood splattered out of her head, leaving the room a mess. He looked at me as I dropped to my knees and started crying. I knew my life and my relationship were over. He called the police on me, and they took me away.

I accepted my fate, but at least I got my revenge on the girl who got in the middle of my relationship. And that is how I ended in Jail. The day I am out, if I am not over this, I will look for Norman and will kill him. Otherwise, I will just start a new life and find a new man.