I left the porch realizing that killing
Carmina wouldn’t be easy…
If I made an attempt, didn’t succeed and
someone found out, I’d be arrested and my daughter would still be in
danger. Carmina would make sure to go
after her to punish me.
Whatever I did would have to be quiet,
swift and effective.
With all that Carmina had put me through
and taken away from me, the whole idea of trying to kill her should have been
easy, but it wasn’t.
It made me wonder how much thought
Carmina put into Nick’s death. Was it
premeditated or just something that she did on a whim? Did she even give it a second thought?
That type of speculation made it
incredibly hard to sleep. I was consumed
with what I had to do…
And more than just a little worried that
Carmina would go after my daughter in the middle of the night.
I decided that if I was going to kill
Carmina, it would have to happen at night.
But, Carmina seemed to be hyper aware of
everything I did.
More than once, I tried to sneak into her
room in the dead of night…
…but Carmina never seemed to sleep.
She was always wide awake in her bed,
staring at the door with a slight smile on her face, as if she was expecting
me.
“Did you need something?” She’d ask, as if me standing in her room at
such an hour wasn’t unusual.
I never attempted to make up an
excuse. I just turned and left her room
quickly; realizing that smothering her in her sleep wouldn’t work.
It had to be obvious to Carmina why I
kept coming to her room so late at night…
It occurred to me that my failed attempts
at ending her would make her go after my daughter sooner, but then again that
wasn’t her style.
No, she would drag this thing along as
long as she could, just to torture me.
The idea of being a part of another one of her games made me even more
determined to be done with her.
I continued with my murder plans.
If I couldn’t smother her, I decided I
would poison her. I made sure that I
was the one to prepare our food everyday.
But Carmina
always chose to eat something else.
I tried to play it off, but I could see
that she wasn’t taking any chances.
Unless I contaminated everything in the refrigerator… poisoning Carmina
was not an option.
So I moved on to another strategy.
It had become hard to hold a knife
without thinking about using it on Carmina…
…but I never caught her with her back to
me
for very
long.
The thought of just walking over and
getting it over with crossed my mind more than once, but Carmina was younger
and faster and there was no way that I would get to her before she stopped me.
Carmina appeared to be amused by the
whole idea.
How do you go about ending someone who
seemed to already see it coming?
What were my options… hire someone?
No one that I hired would be able to go
through with killing her.
One bat of her eye or a slight smile and
she would have them on her side.
She would probably even convince them to
go after me or my daughter instead.
What could I do? How do you destroy evil; drowning, burning,
hanging… an accident on an abandoned road?
Was it even possible
to
kill someone who was hit by a car as a child and walked away from it completely
healed hours later?
I was beginning to think it wasn’t, but I
couldn’t give up.
While I was busy trying to solve my
Carmina problem…
I made sure to continue checking up on
Christina to make sure she was still safe.
For a while she was, but I never relaxed…
if I did, I knew that would be the exact moment that Carmina would go after
her.
Day after day, I sat in front of
Christina’s house for hours at a time; prepared to do anything I could to stop
Carmina if she tried to harm her.
After months passed… I guess Carmina grew
tired of waiting for me to let my guard down.
I arrived at Christina’s for my usual daily surveillance, when I saw
that something wasn’t right…
Christina’s front doors were wide open
and slightly lop-sided, as if someone had kicked them in.
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