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Framed For Murder
#WritcoStoryPrompt76
If you could, would you migrate to another country to protect you and your family? But where and why? We'd love to hear your thoughts on this.
© A. L. Woods
I would definitely migrate to another country. but I would prefer it be to one I chose myself. It would have to be a country that is not currently having fighting or wars and not have a very strict religious beliefs, such as , no offense, but I can a very indepedant woman who I very vocal and stand firm in my beliefs, so nowhere thay women are beneath a man. I just don't like the idea of getting permission to do what I want. But please don't get me wrong I have been with my husband going on 35 years and I definitely believe in respect. it is a give and take thing. I also am strong believer in the whole marriage and only divorce if you absolutely have done your part to fix problems. I think I would like to migrate my family to Australia. It looks very warm and lots of animals I have only saw pictures of on Internet or books. So let my story begin with I am having to migrate to Australia because I am being tried for something I am innocent of and they have my prints on a gun that was used to kill someone, but I didn't do it, a woman who was infatuated with my husband did it her own husband, who was my husband's best friend and now she is putting the whole thing on me because she's secretly in love with him.
The story begins on a fall evening in 2025. I was at home preparing for a exam due on a Monday at the school where I was taking college courses to become a detective. My husband and son were watching the latest MMA fights and had ordered pizza so I could be to myself to study. It was nice to be able to get time to really have my bedroom to myself and quiet for me to study for my test. I was psyched about it because I knew if I did well that I would get accepted to enroll in the course and I had always thought I had a keen sense of telling when people were lying or not and figuring out what type person they are because I was truly an empathetic. The evening was quiet and I studied about three or four hours when I got awakened by the phone ringing
I woke about half fuzzy because I hadn't realized that I fell asleep and I was puzzled as to the time and then when I saw it was 4 a.m., I was stunned by why and who would be calling me at such a late hour. I finally shook off my wonderment to answer the phone and it was my husband's best friends wife Karen. She was in a panic saying can you all please come over, she said her and Tom had been in a heated argument and he had started to hit her when she grabbed a gun under their mattress and shot him. She kept saying oh, please help me, I didn't mean to do it to him but he was really hurting me, I thought he was going to really kill me. So my husband Shawn and myself went over to their house, which was only a couple blocks away. Karen opened the door and immediately grabbed Shawn as to hug him tightly. I know now as I look back exactly what she had on her mind but I never really gqve it a sercond thought because of all the panic and enotions going on at the moment. We made our way finally to where Tom was after Shawn had to practically tear her away. Shawn had a sick look on his face, by the way the body lay and.all the blood he knew as did I that he was gone, but Shawn bent to.see if tthere was a pulse. In the meantime, I crazily let Karen talk me into helping her clean up. I really never thought I was being set up so I helped her. I always had a way of thinking of myself if something similar happened, which I knew wouldn't because I knew my husband was never the type to lay hands on me. Anyway when Shawn tried to get Tom to breath he had no luck and knew there was nothing we could do so he told Karen to call the police. She agreed and I knew it was odd but she requested us to leave her alone so she could quiet her mind. So we went home.
The drive home was quiet. Shawn never spoke a word and he had this cold, pale sick look about him. Finally when we went inside to make us a cup of coffee he finally blurted out, how could she lye straight to my face about my friend that way. I turned to him and said what do you mean and he said he had known To. long enough to know that he was a woman beater. he was a calm, quiet type who didn't even like to scold a cat. What was she up to he said. and.I said I don't know but the whole thing was weird to me. He said it was to him too. What was Karen up to? Why was she acting the way she was , you would think she would be numb with regrets and crying her eyes out but no, she was a...
If you could, would you migrate to another country to protect you and your family? But where and why? We'd love to hear your thoughts on this.
© A. L. Woods
I would definitely migrate to another country. but I would prefer it be to one I chose myself. It would have to be a country that is not currently having fighting or wars and not have a very strict religious beliefs, such as , no offense, but I can a very indepedant woman who I very vocal and stand firm in my beliefs, so nowhere thay women are beneath a man. I just don't like the idea of getting permission to do what I want. But please don't get me wrong I have been with my husband going on 35 years and I definitely believe in respect. it is a give and take thing. I also am strong believer in the whole marriage and only divorce if you absolutely have done your part to fix problems. I think I would like to migrate my family to Australia. It looks very warm and lots of animals I have only saw pictures of on Internet or books. So let my story begin with I am having to migrate to Australia because I am being tried for something I am innocent of and they have my prints on a gun that was used to kill someone, but I didn't do it, a woman who was infatuated with my husband did it her own husband, who was my husband's best friend and now she is putting the whole thing on me because she's secretly in love with him.
The story begins on a fall evening in 2025. I was at home preparing for a exam due on a Monday at the school where I was taking college courses to become a detective. My husband and son were watching the latest MMA fights and had ordered pizza so I could be to myself to study. It was nice to be able to get time to really have my bedroom to myself and quiet for me to study for my test. I was psyched about it because I knew if I did well that I would get accepted to enroll in the course and I had always thought I had a keen sense of telling when people were lying or not and figuring out what type person they are because I was truly an empathetic. The evening was quiet and I studied about three or four hours when I got awakened by the phone ringing
I woke about half fuzzy because I hadn't realized that I fell asleep and I was puzzled as to the time and then when I saw it was 4 a.m., I was stunned by why and who would be calling me at such a late hour. I finally shook off my wonderment to answer the phone and it was my husband's best friends wife Karen. She was in a panic saying can you all please come over, she said her and Tom had been in a heated argument and he had started to hit her when she grabbed a gun under their mattress and shot him. She kept saying oh, please help me, I didn't mean to do it to him but he was really hurting me, I thought he was going to really kill me. So my husband Shawn and myself went over to their house, which was only a couple blocks away. Karen opened the door and immediately grabbed Shawn as to hug him tightly. I know now as I look back exactly what she had on her mind but I never really gqve it a sercond thought because of all the panic and enotions going on at the moment. We made our way finally to where Tom was after Shawn had to practically tear her away. Shawn had a sick look on his face, by the way the body lay and.all the blood he knew as did I that he was gone, but Shawn bent to.see if tthere was a pulse. In the meantime, I crazily let Karen talk me into helping her clean up. I really never thought I was being set up so I helped her. I always had a way of thinking of myself if something similar happened, which I knew wouldn't because I knew my husband was never the type to lay hands on me. Anyway when Shawn tried to get Tom to breath he had no luck and knew there was nothing we could do so he told Karen to call the police. She agreed and I knew it was odd but she requested us to leave her alone so she could quiet her mind. So we went home.
The drive home was quiet. Shawn never spoke a word and he had this cold, pale sick look about him. Finally when we went inside to make us a cup of coffee he finally blurted out, how could she lye straight to my face about my friend that way. I turned to him and said what do you mean and he said he had known To. long enough to know that he was a woman beater. he was a calm, quiet type who didn't even like to scold a cat. What was she up to he said. and.I said I don't know but the whole thing was weird to me. He said it was to him too. What was Karen up to? Why was she acting the way she was , you would think she would be numb with regrets and crying her eyes out but no, she was a...
