Keep Your Hand At Level With Your Eye
A Kiss, A Ring, and A Twist
Matt’s POV
I straightened out the silky black tie around my neck and sighed. I didn’t even want to go to the whore’s fucking funeral, but I have to keep up with the act. Leaving the room, I headed downstairs to the living room where the rest of the guys, including the Berry twins, were with their girls who were all here dressed in black to keep up the act as well.
Yes, all of the guys and their significant others knew about my sin; hell they even helped me out a bit when the police questioned me about two days afterwards and my alibi wasn’t quite airtight. They led the cops to believe that I was on the bus the whole time complaining of a “bad feeling”. One outside of the Avenged circle would assume that the “bad feeling” I had was the result of some part of my mind telling me that something was wrong with Rosaline and it was partly true: the feelings I had while tortured my wife were bad, very, very bad.
A day later, a received a call stating that the trial was in two weeks. It was believed that the trial would be very quick; “an open and shut case” were the exact words the detective used. He was exactly right, the trial was over within a month and Mark was sentenced to a total of fifty years in a state penitentiary for rape in the first-degree, criminal sexual act in the first-degree, for sodomy, and murder in the first-degree.
I cried realistic fake tears every time I left the house that month and even attempted to attack Mark whenever I saw out being escorted out of the court house. The Avenged fans were amazing as always; many of them sent letters and videos of their condolences while others just sent flowers. The rest of the tour was postponed until farther notice and everyone was okay with that. I’m just so glad that I got rid of that fucking slut and to think I marri—
“Matt?” I looked up to the source of the voice: Jimmy. I glanced around to find that I had been at the foot of the stairs while everybody was already outside; I looked up at one of my best friends again and noticed his face held worry and regret.
“Are you having second thoughts? I would understand if you were to regret killing your wife even tho—“
“Shut up man,” I interrupted his rambling and shook my head, “I’m not regretting anything. She fucking deserved everything I did to her and that bitch Mark deserves going to jail for fucking someone’s wife, especially my wife. But let’s go. I don’t wanna be late for my wife’s funeral,”
Jimmy nodded and led the way out the door. After we got into my Escalade with everyone else, Jimmy turned to me from the front passenger seat, curiosity swirling in his icy blue orbs, “Did you notice how similar you and Mark look? I mean you guys look like fucking clones of each other,” he gasped and dramatically slapped his chest with his own hand, “What if you guys are clones? Like your parents took some of your DNA when your baby and sold it to government. It would explain why your parents got so rich right after they had you with only a high school education…”
Jimmy continued to ramble on about me being cloned but nobody was really paying him any attention. However, I could tell everyone was now thinking about the reasons why Mark and I resembled each other so much. I looked out the window and took note to the fact that we were entering the church’s parking lot. My mind wandered back to that night specifically when things got a bit interesting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
”Okay, I do it,” Mark stated hesitantly, voice cracking. I nodded in approval and slowly untied him. He rubbed his wrists and inched around me to the bed where Rosaline was still sobbing.
“I’m so sorry baby,” Mark cooed to my wife. She just cried harder.
“Don’t talk,” I demanded. He nodded with a tear streaming down his face, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to never fuck with a whore, especially a married fucking whore?”
Mark shot me an angered look before he climbed behind Rose and pulled his dick out of his pants. She didn’t want to get up and her lover boy didn’t want to be rough with her so I walked over to the bed, with my shotgun still pointed at Mark, and slapped Rose’s ass really, really hard.
She sat up on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air just like the slut she is. Mark rubbed her back soothingly while he painstakingly inched toward her ass; then Rosaline started begging in her whiny fucking voice, “Please, Matt, baby. I love you and only you. Please! Mark will never be the one-hundredth of the man you are. You’re my everything. I’m so sorry that I downgraded to him,”
With a smirk, I watched intently as Mark tensed up behind Rosaline and cocked his head to the side. I slowly crept towards the head of the bed to get a good look at both of their faces; Rosaline looked fucking disgusting with make-up, tears, and snot all over her face while several emotions crossed Mark’s. I fought to hold in the snickering from excitement as the last emotion became evident on Mark’s face; the emotion that stayed was anger, pure, jealous anger.
He slammed into Rose with so much force that I could practically hear the muscles in Rose’s ass ripping apart. I grinned as determination set on lover boy’s face while his bitter anger remained clear in his eyes so much like mine. I couldn’t contain the hearty chuckle that escaped from between my lips as my wife began pleading for mercy. My dick was still hard and by now it was throbbing a bit painfully, but I had to restrain myself from giving in to pleasure because the time of my release needed to be absolutely fucking perfect.
Mark pulled out to the point where only the tip of his dick was still in; his shaft was covered in blood that ran down both his and Rose’s thighs and he grabbed a handful of Rose’s wavy, brownish-orange hair; simultaneously, he rammed back into her ass completely and snapped her head back with a flick of his wrist. Rose screamed so fucking hard from the agony she was in that a vein in her neck popped; fuck I glad this room is fucking soundproof!
After a few more minutes, Mark’s thrusts quickly began to get sloppier by the second, letting me know that he was nearing his climax. Now was the perfect time to end everything once and for all.
“Okay Mark, if you want to live to see sunlight once again, reach between the mattress and the bed with your left hand. The knife I want you to use is up by the pillows,” I instructed Mark but he stopped fucking Rose, “I didn’t tell you to stop fucking her. You stop when her heart does,”
Rose commenced pleading once again; I feel like shooting her so I won’t have to hear her voice anymore! I raised my hand and pointed the weapon at her with a meaningful look and instantly her incessant cries transformed into quiet sobs. Sliver glinted in the corner of my eye and I directed my gaze to the black and silver butterfly knife in Mark’s hands. I looked into his eyes as he stared at the shiny weapon while he constantly thrust in and out of Rose lazily and saw the plans developing. “Try it and I’ll pump you full of lead while I make you watch me kill her. Then I’ll kill you,”
My growled threat seemed to rearrange Mark’s priorities because he pounding into my wife fast as he was only seeking his pleasure and his life. When his plunges into Rose’s ass once began to get shoddy, I knew it was the perfect time. I climbed over the head of the bed with my shotgun still pointed at Mark and kneeled so that my dick practically poking Rose in the fucking eye; now my dick had taken on a purplish shade as it painfully pulsed visibly. I needed release now, and I was gonna get it in the best fucking way possible.
“When I say ‘Now’ you are gonna run that knife across her throat. And you better not stop fucking her,” I demanded. Rose’s commenced sobbing loudly while begging for forgiveness and her life while Mark nodded in agreement with watery, sorrow-filled eyes. I looked down at Rose with a glare, “Open your fucking mouth wide,”
Rose obeyed and I placed the tip of my dick on her bottom lip. Not a second later, Mark’s whole taut signaling his orgasm, I growled the word ‘Now’ and his hand flew to Rose’s soft neck. Lover boy trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm took over causing the blade leave a slightly jagged line of squirting blood.
Meanwhile, from the moment I said ‘Now’, I was violently fucking Rose’s throat with one hand in her hair making her stay in place; I came at the back of her throat while I watched life slowly disappear from her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Slowing my pace down to ride out my climax, I relished the feeling of my wife’s former wife’s sticky blood dripping off my balls and down my thighs.
Once I was done I sat back on my heels and my gaze moved up to Lover Boy; he was hunched over Rose sobbing his broken heart out. Fucking pathetic. I sighed as fatigue arose compelling me to take care of Mark later, but the sooner I got this over with the better. I removed the knife from Mark’s shaking hand and crawled off the bed.
A smile made its way upon my lips as I snatched the clear glass bottle filled with an equally clear liquid and a light grey cloth off the near-by vanity; after dropping five drops of the strong anesthetic on the cloth, I strolled back over to Mark who was still too busy crying over a dead whore to notice my actions.
My right arm quickly slid around his neck and I began choking him. When his struggling became feeble, I shoved the moist cloth under his nose and allowed him to suck in the sweet-smelling vapor with quick breaths. A few moments, Mark fell over to his right in unconsciousness.
The amount of A.C.E mixture I gave him will have him waking up in about a day or so; he should be waking up to police putting him in cuffs. I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face as I removed any DNA evidence that I was ever here with bleach, gathered up my things and got dressed.
I slipped the wedding band and ring off of Rose’s finger and gave her a lingering kiss on her temple before quickly exited the building through the back door that was rarely used; I can’t believe I used to love that woman with every fiver in being. I hopped in the car that was waiting from me and told the driver to take me back to the hotel. Revenge is fucking sweet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Shads, you okay man?” I was pulled back into reality by my rhythm guitarist, “You’ve been standing here for the last twenty minutes,”
I looked around and noticed that I was standing at Rose’s freshly covered grave; I must have endured her whole funeral while reminiscing about the night of her untimely, but necessary death. I nodded at him and slung my arm around his shoulders as we made our way back to the Escalade.
“By the way, your parents want to talk to you about something when get back to your place,” I nodded absentmindedly as I wondered want they could want to talk about. Now that I think about it, they were pretty fucking heartbroken about this whole situation; of course, they don’t know I murdered my wife and framed her lover.
When we got to the SUV, everyone gathered around me for a group hug. We didn’t want it to seem like they didn’t give a fuck about the grieving brother. We all hopped in and returned to the seats we had on the way over. A comfortable silence filled the air of the vehicle.
Soon enough, Brian was pulling my car into my driveway behind my parents’ BMW. I quickly exited the vehicle and entered my house; my parents had keys to get in and they left the door unlocked because they were expecting me back home soon.
“Matt, sweetie, I think you should take a seat,” my mom suggested, her voice cracking. Within the next few seconds, I understood exactly why parents acted like something terrible happened to brother or sister I never had.
Why would they never tell me something like that? Everything could have been totally different. They shouldn’t have assumed that since we lived with two completely different families and had two completely different lifestyles that our paths would never cross because they did cross and one came to an end shortly afterward. The guys and girls walked in and Johnny was the first person to question my shocked expression; I turned to them slowly and gulped.
“My twin brother, who was given up the day he was born, is in prison for the rape, sodomy, and murder of my wife.”
I straightened out the silky black tie around my neck and sighed. I didn’t even want to go to the whore’s fucking funeral, but I have to keep up with the act. Leaving the room, I headed downstairs to the living room where the rest of the guys, including the Berry twins, were with their girls who were all here dressed in black to keep up the act as well.
Yes, all of the guys and their significant others knew about my sin; hell they even helped me out a bit when the police questioned me about two days afterwards and my alibi wasn’t quite airtight. They led the cops to believe that I was on the bus the whole time complaining of a “bad feeling”. One outside of the Avenged circle would assume that the “bad feeling” I had was the result of some part of my mind telling me that something was wrong with Rosaline and it was partly true: the feelings I had while tortured my wife were bad, very, very bad.
A day later, a received a call stating that the trial was in two weeks. It was believed that the trial would be very quick; “an open and shut case” were the exact words the detective used. He was exactly right, the trial was over within a month and Mark was sentenced to a total of fifty years in a state penitentiary for rape in the first-degree, criminal sexual act in the first-degree, for sodomy, and murder in the first-degree.
I cried realistic fake tears every time I left the house that month and even attempted to attack Mark whenever I saw out being escorted out of the court house. The Avenged fans were amazing as always; many of them sent letters and videos of their condolences while others just sent flowers. The rest of the tour was postponed until farther notice and everyone was okay with that. I’m just so glad that I got rid of that fucking slut and to think I marri—
“Matt?” I looked up to the source of the voice: Jimmy. I glanced around to find that I had been at the foot of the stairs while everybody was already outside; I looked up at one of my best friends again and noticed his face held worry and regret.
“Are you having second thoughts? I would understand if you were to regret killing your wife even tho—“
“Shut up man,” I interrupted his rambling and shook my head, “I’m not regretting anything. She fucking deserved everything I did to her and that bitch Mark deserves going to jail for fucking someone’s wife, especially my wife. But let’s go. I don’t wanna be late for my wife’s funeral,”
Jimmy nodded and led the way out the door. After we got into my Escalade with everyone else, Jimmy turned to me from the front passenger seat, curiosity swirling in his icy blue orbs, “Did you notice how similar you and Mark look? I mean you guys look like fucking clones of each other,” he gasped and dramatically slapped his chest with his own hand, “What if you guys are clones? Like your parents took some of your DNA when your baby and sold it to government. It would explain why your parents got so rich right after they had you with only a high school education…”
Jimmy continued to ramble on about me being cloned but nobody was really paying him any attention. However, I could tell everyone was now thinking about the reasons why Mark and I resembled each other so much. I looked out the window and took note to the fact that we were entering the church’s parking lot. My mind wandered back to that night specifically when things got a bit interesting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
”Okay, I do it,” Mark stated hesitantly, voice cracking. I nodded in approval and slowly untied him. He rubbed his wrists and inched around me to the bed where Rosaline was still sobbing.
“I’m so sorry baby,” Mark cooed to my wife. She just cried harder.
“Don’t talk,” I demanded. He nodded with a tear streaming down his face, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to never fuck with a whore, especially a married fucking whore?”
Mark shot me an angered look before he climbed behind Rose and pulled his dick out of his pants. She didn’t want to get up and her lover boy didn’t want to be rough with her so I walked over to the bed, with my shotgun still pointed at Mark, and slapped Rose’s ass really, really hard.
She sat up on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air just like the slut she is. Mark rubbed her back soothingly while he painstakingly inched toward her ass; then Rosaline started begging in her whiny fucking voice, “Please, Matt, baby. I love you and only you. Please! Mark will never be the one-hundredth of the man you are. You’re my everything. I’m so sorry that I downgraded to him,”
With a smirk, I watched intently as Mark tensed up behind Rosaline and cocked his head to the side. I slowly crept towards the head of the bed to get a good look at both of their faces; Rosaline looked fucking disgusting with make-up, tears, and snot all over her face while several emotions crossed Mark’s. I fought to hold in the snickering from excitement as the last emotion became evident on Mark’s face; the emotion that stayed was anger, pure, jealous anger.
He slammed into Rose with so much force that I could practically hear the muscles in Rose’s ass ripping apart. I grinned as determination set on lover boy’s face while his bitter anger remained clear in his eyes so much like mine. I couldn’t contain the hearty chuckle that escaped from between my lips as my wife began pleading for mercy. My dick was still hard and by now it was throbbing a bit painfully, but I had to restrain myself from giving in to pleasure because the time of my release needed to be absolutely fucking perfect.
Mark pulled out to the point where only the tip of his dick was still in; his shaft was covered in blood that ran down both his and Rose’s thighs and he grabbed a handful of Rose’s wavy, brownish-orange hair; simultaneously, he rammed back into her ass completely and snapped her head back with a flick of his wrist. Rose screamed so fucking hard from the agony she was in that a vein in her neck popped; fuck I glad this room is fucking soundproof!
After a few more minutes, Mark’s thrusts quickly began to get sloppier by the second, letting me know that he was nearing his climax. Now was the perfect time to end everything once and for all.
“Okay Mark, if you want to live to see sunlight once again, reach between the mattress and the bed with your left hand. The knife I want you to use is up by the pillows,” I instructed Mark but he stopped fucking Rose, “I didn’t tell you to stop fucking her. You stop when her heart does,”
Rose commenced pleading once again; I feel like shooting her so I won’t have to hear her voice anymore! I raised my hand and pointed the weapon at her with a meaningful look and instantly her incessant cries transformed into quiet sobs. Sliver glinted in the corner of my eye and I directed my gaze to the black and silver butterfly knife in Mark’s hands. I looked into his eyes as he stared at the shiny weapon while he constantly thrust in and out of Rose lazily and saw the plans developing. “Try it and I’ll pump you full of lead while I make you watch me kill her. Then I’ll kill you,”
My growled threat seemed to rearrange Mark’s priorities because he pounding into my wife fast as he was only seeking his pleasure and his life. When his plunges into Rose’s ass once began to get shoddy, I knew it was the perfect time. I climbed over the head of the bed with my shotgun still pointed at Mark and kneeled so that my dick practically poking Rose in the fucking eye; now my dick had taken on a purplish shade as it painfully pulsed visibly. I needed release now, and I was gonna get it in the best fucking way possible.
“When I say ‘Now’ you are gonna run that knife across her throat. And you better not stop fucking her,” I demanded. Rose’s commenced sobbing loudly while begging for forgiveness and her life while Mark nodded in agreement with watery, sorrow-filled eyes. I looked down at Rose with a glare, “Open your fucking mouth wide,”
Rose obeyed and I placed the tip of my dick on her bottom lip. Not a second later, Mark’s whole taut signaling his orgasm, I growled the word ‘Now’ and his hand flew to Rose’s soft neck. Lover boy trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm took over causing the blade leave a slightly jagged line of squirting blood.
Meanwhile, from the moment I said ‘Now’, I was violently fucking Rose’s throat with one hand in her hair making her stay in place; I came at the back of her throat while I watched life slowly disappear from her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Slowing my pace down to ride out my climax, I relished the feeling of my wife’s former wife’s sticky blood dripping off my balls and down my thighs.
Once I was done I sat back on my heels and my gaze moved up to Lover Boy; he was hunched over Rose sobbing his broken heart out. Fucking pathetic. I sighed as fatigue arose compelling me to take care of Mark later, but the sooner I got this over with the better. I removed the knife from Mark’s shaking hand and crawled off the bed.
A smile made its way upon my lips as I snatched the clear glass bottle filled with an equally clear liquid and a light grey cloth off the near-by vanity; after dropping five drops of the strong anesthetic on the cloth, I strolled back over to Mark who was still too busy crying over a dead whore to notice my actions.
My right arm quickly slid around his neck and I began choking him. When his struggling became feeble, I shoved the moist cloth under his nose and allowed him to suck in the sweet-smelling vapor with quick breaths. A few moments, Mark fell over to his right in unconsciousness.
The amount of A.C.E mixture I gave him will have him waking up in about a day or so; he should be waking up to police putting him in cuffs. I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face as I removed any DNA evidence that I was ever here with bleach, gathered up my things and got dressed.
I slipped the wedding band and ring off of Rose’s finger and gave her a lingering kiss on her temple before quickly exited the building through the back door that was rarely used; I can’t believe I used to love that woman with every fiver in being. I hopped in the car that was waiting from me and told the driver to take me back to the hotel. Revenge is fucking sweet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Shads, you okay man?” I was pulled back into reality by my rhythm guitarist, “You’ve been standing here for the last twenty minutes,”
I looked around and noticed that I was standing at Rose’s freshly covered grave; I must have endured her whole funeral while reminiscing about the night of her untimely, but necessary death. I nodded at him and slung my arm around his shoulders as we made our way back to the Escalade.
“By the way, your parents want to talk to you about something when get back to your place,” I nodded absentmindedly as I wondered want they could want to talk about. Now that I think about it, they were pretty fucking heartbroken about this whole situation; of course, they don’t know I murdered my wife and framed her lover.
When we got to the SUV, everyone gathered around me for a group hug. We didn’t want it to seem like they didn’t give a fuck about the grieving brother. We all hopped in and returned to the seats we had on the way over. A comfortable silence filled the air of the vehicle.
Soon enough, Brian was pulling my car into my driveway behind my parents’ BMW. I quickly exited the vehicle and entered my house; my parents had keys to get in and they left the door unlocked because they were expecting me back home soon.
“Matt, sweetie, I think you should take a seat,” my mom suggested, her voice cracking. Within the next few seconds, I understood exactly why parents acted like something terrible happened to brother or sister I never had.
Why would they never tell me something like that? Everything could have been totally different. They shouldn’t have assumed that since we lived with two completely different families and had two completely different lifestyles that our paths would never cross because they did cross and one came to an end shortly afterward. The guys and girls walked in and Johnny was the first person to question my shocked expression; I turned to them slowly and gulped.
“My twin brother, who was given up the day he was born, is in prison for the rape, sodomy, and murder of my wife.”
8/12/13