Dave

I opened the door to a strong, putrid odor of digested food.

Dave was leaned over puking with his arms at his sides.

He started speaking but no words registered.

I was unemotional, as I stared into Dave's eyes.

 I wanted him to give me a reason, any reason to forgive his actions.

Dave however, was a sick kid. 

A sick kid, who turned into a sick adult.

I couldn't feel for him though, not after what he'd done.

He kept saying he was innocent. 

He was like a bird trapped in a cage.

It's useless Dave, no matter what you say I will kill you.

I couldn't live with myself if I didn't kill you.

Don't you understand that?

He begged and pleaded but my mind was set.

His body soon fell the the ground with his head only dipping in the river's water. 

We pushed his body further leaving no traces of us behind.

I'm sorry Dave, you were sick.

This was better for you, for your wife and for your son.

You should appreciate what we did for you.

We took you out of your misery.

Untrusted

Annabeth stares at me with a blank look on her face.

She had bags under her eyes like she hasn't been sleeping. 

Her hands were slightly shaking and that's all I could see out of the corner of my eye.

I gazed up from her fidgeting hands and tried to look at her gaze.

She turned away when our eyes met

She apologized, that's all she knew.

I believed every word she said but I couldn't shake the fact who she was talking about

Dave.

My childhood friend who practically kissed my feet

He worshiped me.

Why would he hurt my daughter?

He has nothing against her.

What would be his motivation?

I can't believe he would do this to me.

I thanked her for her information and I stood up 

leaving her alone with her thoughts on her husband,

Her sick, twisted husband.

He has it coming for him.

I'll keep my promise baby girl.