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Jerry's POV

Michael sighs and says, “That's what happen to me. ”

I can't believe what I heard. I run my hands through my hair.

“Wait, wait. How do you know I was framed?”

Michael tries to sit in a more comfortable position. “How would Trisha know who you are if it wasn't for Henry? Henry had to be involved in your case. Do you remember a Henry Grayson during your case at all? ”

I close my eyes and try to remember who was there in the courtroom.

“There was Judge McCall, my lawyer Pete.... Uh.. I don't know. ”

“Think harder. You have to think harder! Who was the prosecution? ”

I think about the person who put me in here. My eyes widen. I stand up.

“That son of a bitch! It was him! I remember his ugly ass smirk when the judge found me guilty! ”

Michael nods. “See! I told you. ”

Michael tried to get up, but he was having trouble. I helped him up and patted his back.

“So, you like the nurse, huh? ”

He blushed and nodded. “Yeah..I do. ”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, you'll be seeing her a lot. ”

“What, what do you mean? ”

“Dee's friend is pissed. He has a little clique with him. I'll help you watch your back. ”

Michael sits on his bed. “Aww shit...”

Henry's POV

That son of a bitch! He nearly broke my jaw! He did mange to break my nose. Its pretty swollen. And a little yellow. Damn those guards! I'm going to have to set some fucking rules!

I check my watch. Its 10:30pm. Where the hell is Trisha. She said she had to run an errand. That was an hour ago. I'm pissed off right now. I just turned off the TV, when Trisha walked in the door.

“Where have you been? ”

“Uh? What? ”

I chuckled.

“Don't play stupid with me woman! ”

She put her purse down and walked into the bedroom. I followed her.

“I was at the....store. ”

I crossed my arms.

“Really? ”

She nodded.

“And where are the groceries? ”

She clenched her jaw.

“I uh....didn't get any...I realized we already had milk. ”

I was getting irritated now.

“It took you a fucking hour to realize we already had milk? ”

She didn't reply. I walked to her and grabbed her collar.

“You better tell me where you were right now! ”

Her eyes watered.

“I was at the prison! Talking to Michael..... ”

That pissed me off. I back slapped her. She screamed. I let go of her and she curled up on the bed.

“What did you tell Michael? ”

“N-nothing..... ”

I laughed. “Nothing huh? ”

She nodded. I slapped her again.

“Don't fucking lie to me! ”

She started crying.

“I didn't say anything! ”

“So you went there and just looked at him? ”

She didn't respond.

“I swear if I didn't love you, I would kill you like I did those other women! You bitch! ”

I smacked her again. I grabbed my coat and left the house.

I got in my car and drove to the closest bar. I walked in and sat on a stool.

“What can I get for you sir? ”

“Beer. ”

“Ok. ”

Trisha's POV

I can't do this anymore. I've been dealing with his shit since Michael went to prison a month ago. Why do I stay? I'm afraid to leave... Afraid of what he might do if he found me...

I stay curled up.. To tired to go anywhere. My face burns... My head hurts... My tears are stains on my face.... I want to sleep..but what if he comes home and tries to hurt me again... Stay awake...

3 hours later-

I wake up to the door slamming. Oh great... Henry's home. I look out the window. Its dark and its storming. I check the clock and it's 1:15am. Where has he been?

I get out of bed and walk to the living room. Henry is leaned against the door. He looks wasted. Just what I need.

“Henry..are you ok? ”

Henry's POV

I feel pissed. Why am I so angry? I'm unsteady. I have to lean against the door for balance. Trisha just asked me if I feel ok. Do I look ok? Her presence is making me angry and horny.

I make my way toward her and grab her face. I kiss her. She pulls away. I pull her near, roughly.

Through gritted teeth, I said, “Don't you dare pull away from me! ”

“Henry...you're drunk. Please...let go of me...”

“Meet me in the bedroom. ”

“Henry, no. I don't want to do that. ”

“Excuse me? ”

“No sex tonight, Henry. Just go get some rest. ”

I clenched my jaw.

“I get what I want. ”

“What? ”

I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bedroom. She was screaming the whole time. I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She was crying now.

“I'm used to this. Cry all you want. I'm still gonna get what I want. ”

“Henry! Please no! ”

I took my belt off and hit her.

“Shut up! ”

She curled up in a ball. I laughed. I took my shirt off and my pants. I only had my boxers on. I get on the bed and grab Trisha's arm. She tries to kick and punch me, but I lay on top of her. I've had plenty of practice in the past.

I rip her shirt off, exposing her breast. I put a pillow over her face. She kicks, but it doesn't help. Soon, her body stops moving. She's still, but alive. Now, this is much easier. I remove the pillow and continue. I pull of her pants and underwear.

I rub my hands together.

45 minutes later- Trisha's POV

I wake up in the backseat of a car. Where the hell am I? I try to sit up, but my hands and feet are tied together. I then try to yell, but my mouth is taped shut. I then realize I'm naked.

I can see out the window. Its still raining, but darker than before. I hear Henry mumbling. I can't understand what he is saying. Suddenly, we stop moving. I hear the door open and slushy noises. It must be muddy outside.

The rear door opens and Henry, who is dressed in boots, a heavy jacket, and jeans, pulls me out of the car. He throws me on the ground. It hurt. I look around and realize we're at the graveyard. I start screaming..well at least I tried screaming. Tears rush down my face. I know I'm gonna die.. I just know it.

Henry grabs a shovel and drags me by the hair further from the car. He stops walking and sticks the shovel in the dirt. He looks down at me. He rips the tape off of my mouth.

I immediately start talking.

“Henry! Please! We can work this out! Just let me go! I won't tell anyone! Please! Don't do this to me! I love you! Please! I love you! ”

Henry starts crying. He kneels down next to me.

“No you don't. You're still in love with Michael. After I had sex with you or rape whatever the hell you want to call it, I realized I can't trust you. I never could. You probably told him about Jerry. Didn't you? ”

Knowing I'm going to die, I decide to tell him the truth. What I really think about him.

“Henry...yes! I told him about Jerry! You are a low down scum bitch! I never loved you! Go ahead! Kill me! End this nightmare I've been living! Michael's gonna get out and when he does, I hope he kills your sorry ass! Michael! I'm so sorry! And I love you! ”

Henry's POV

That caught me off guard. I've never had a victim talk to me like that. I can't let her have satisfaction. I quickly stand up and wipe my tears. I pick up the shovel. I look down at her.

“Say goodbye. ”

I raised the shovel over my head and brought it down with all my might.

“FUCK YO- ”

*Squish*

Her blood splatters everywhere. I stretch my back and catch my breath. I'm tired of killing people. I don't even wanna finish this. I shovel some dirt on her and take a step back. Bushes, from about 10 feet away, blow in the wind. Or..was it the wind?

“Who's there? ”

No answer. I better get out of here. It'll take the grave keeper at least a day or two to find her. They rarely come out here. Hell..maybe even a week. I get my car and drive back home.

Sorry if this part made any of you cry. I had to do something extremely dreadful. I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Love you all!!! :D