For couples_therapy 3. Write a "love letter".
This wasn't Mike's usual MO or even anything he'd ever done before but by the time he driven for a few hours it seemed like the right thing to do. Mike had no idea where he was when he stopped but there was a truck stop and a small store. That was all he needed. Mike bought some stationary, a pen and a cup of coffee in the diner. For almost an hour he sat there staring at the table. She deserved to know and still all he could see when he closed his eyes was her body mangled up in an accident. He wanted to see it so desperately in real life. He wanted to feel the warm smear of her blood on his hands and yet for the first time he inwardly attacked himself over the fantasy.
Arlene.
I can't stay. I want to do to you what I have to your friends. You should've been in the car with them. You should be dead. I still want you dead every time I see you. You'd be beautiful dead but only for awhile. Then they will take you away and bury you. You'd be pretty in the casket, to me anyway but then you'd be gone. Our daughter would be gone. I guess I don't want that to happen more than I want you to die. You are still alive and I left. It doesn't make sense, I know but you have to believe me.
I can't come back but I'll take care of you. Both of you. I get paid in a few days and I'll send you money. I can't see you. I'm going to kill you and I can't stop it. I've been ignoring it all this time and I can't anymore. It took all my control not to smother you before I left. I don't want to lose you but all I want is to see you dead.
Don't miss me.
Mike.
He quickly sealed the letter and got a stamp before dropping it in the mail box. Without a second thought he got in his car and started driving again. Nevada was another few hours. He would let himself stop once he was out of the state and too tired to drive back. Mike felt like a time bomb. He had this feeling before. He choose his target, stalked in, got close and killed. He never felt guilty about it. He felt no remorse. It had always been erotic. it had been sexual. It didn't feel that way any longer. He was looking to wreck. There wasn't any traffic on the road he traveled but if there was he would consider it. Consideration faded to determination he wanted to wreck and he didn't care with who.
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Arlene.
I can't stay. I want to do to you what I have to your friends. You should've been in the car with them. You should be dead. I still want you dead every time I see you. You'd be beautiful dead but only for awhile. Then they will take you away and bury you. You'd be pretty in the casket, to me anyway but then you'd be gone. Our daughter would be gone. I guess I don't want that to happen more than I want you to die. You are still alive and I left. It doesn't make sense, I know but you have to believe me.
I can't come back but I'll take care of you. Both of you. I get paid in a few days and I'll send you money. I can't see you. I'm going to kill you and I can't stop it. I've been ignoring it all this time and I can't anymore. It took all my control not to smother you before I left. I don't want to lose you but all I want is to see you dead.
Don't miss me.
Mike.
He quickly sealed the letter and got a stamp before dropping it in the mail box. Without a second thought he got in his car and started driving again. Nevada was another few hours. He would let himself stop once he was out of the state and too tired to drive back. Mike felt like a time bomb. He had this feeling before. He choose his target, stalked in, got close and killed. He never felt guilty about it. He felt no remorse. It had always been erotic. it had been sexual. It didn't feel that way any longer. He was looking to wreck. There wasn't any traffic on the road he traveled but if there was he would consider it. Consideration faded to determination he wanted to wreck and he didn't care with who.
Words: 467