Angry Arny

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Arnold was a bitter man. Perhaps it was the rough childhood, perhaps it was because he was fat and ugly. The type of guy who would treat a random person better than his own family. He came home from work one cold Wednesday evening to a meal he wasn't looking forward to eating along with his estranged wife telling him all the chores he had to do that night. He'd had it. After another shitty day at work he couldn't take it anymore. Bottling up his emotions, acting like everything's okay he went to bed that night with his handgun tucked under his pillow. He pretend he was sleeping, anxiously, for what felt like hours till his wife passed out. When he was sure she wouldn't wake he slipped out of bed, grabbing his gun, and went around to his wife's side of the bed. The moon shined through the curtains that night bright enough to make out the details of her face. He stood over her for a few moments with an ever widening malice grin on his face till he threw his free hand around her neck and begun choking her. She woke startled and hollering. He quickly snared at her "Shut up bitch." When she realized it was him she didn't know what to do but fall silent trying to catch a breath of air. In the most evil tone while looking her dead in the eyes and pressing the gun to her forehead and calmly said, "I wanted to be the last thing you ever saw." BANG...BANG BANG...BANG BANG BANG...BANG.



Credited to kauztic6 

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