The murderer

I wrote this story because I have always been a mystery/crime and thriller fan. I love writing about murders and mysteries.

• Mystery

								
I never thought of doing it. I never wanted to become a murderer. I had it all planned out and it happened, because it had to happen one day. He gave my wife and I more pain than anyone had ever attempted, when he tortured and pulled the trigger on my fifteen-year-old daughter, Jessica. On November 20, 1993, Jessica was kidnapped from her school by a man named OG. He forcibly took her to his cabin in the woods. We spent three days looking for our princess. I figured the police wouldn't find her, so I decided to look for her myself since I worked with the FBI. I had a fantastic plan that turned out great. I tracked Jessica's cell phone and it led me to where she was kidnapped. It took me approximately forty-five minutes to get to the location. It was a cabin in the woods and the front door was open. The two rooms were divided. I saw her tied to a chair with duct tape over her mouth. She saw me standing outside looking at her. She told me to save her from this man. The man heard her and came to see what was causing the noise. I went back to my car to get a machete. When I got back, I saw him kissing my sweet, innocent Jessica. “Shut up Jessica! You know you wanted this. This isn’t a sin. This is an attraction we both feel for each other.” She screamed for help and I couldn't see my Jessica suffer anymore, so I went in, but before I took one last step a man hit me in the back with a rock and I fell. “What's going on? Who are you and why are you doing this to my daughter?” I was tied to a chair just like Jessica was, except this time Jessica wasn't in the room. Jessica was in the other room and I could hear the man beating her. I heard her screams, her tears, her pain and begging him to stop. “Let my Daughter go! I work for the FBI and I will arrest you!” He looked in the mirror and laughed. He came and hit me with the pistol. I started to bleed. Minutes later, I felt dizzy. Soon, everything calmed down. I opened my eyes to look around and saw Jessica lying on the floor in her underwear. She was bruised, her nose was bleeding, and her hair was messy. She said, “Dad, Dad! Let me go. I love you so much. I love you, Dad, but please get me out of here! Dad!” I didn’t understand why she was telling me that, but the next minute I knew why. The man took her away. He took her outside. “Get me out of here! Baby, my Jessica, no! Come back!” He laughed and I heard two shots. I knew then that my sweet Jessica was gone. I was full of anger. He filled me with such anger that I broke the rope and got up from the chair. I went out to where I heard the shots and saw her body lying on the ground in cold blood. She was wearing nothing but torn underwear and two bullet holes had my princess Jessica barely breathing. One near her chest and the second on her abdomen. I went over and took her hand: “Just wait, we're going home, daddy's going to get you out of here. It's okay, my Jessica, don't cry.” Her eyes were not looking directly at me. It was one o’clock at night, I took her to my car and told her to be strong for daddy. I put her in the back seat and covered her with a blanket I found in my trunk. I quickly ran to the driver's seat and put on my seat belt to start driving. When I looked in the mirror to look at Jessica, my heart nearly stopped. I got goosebumps, my stomach felt sick, and my face was upset. Her eyes were closed. Her body was no longer shaking. All was well in the back seat. I realized that my baby, my princess, my sweet and innocent Jessica was no longer traveling with me. At this point in my life I just wanted to go away with my daughter. Yes, I wanted to spend time with my dead daughter before taking her body to her mother, before handing her body over to the morgue, before having a funeral, before saying goodbye and having to bury the body of my only beautiful and beloved daughter. My fifteen year old daughter is gone. She is not with me. She will not be this Christmas. She won't be around for New Year's Eve. She won't have a sweet sixteen. She had dreams. She wanted to get married and have children, but now it is too late for her and for me too. All because a sinful man decided to rape her and take her life. “I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'll make him pay.” I witnessed everything, but I don't know if there is evidence to say that my daughter was raped and murdered by a stranger. I will say that the strange man escaped and I could not stop him. Maybe if I go back to the cabin, I can find some kind of evidence to prove it. I went to the back seat to look at my daughter again. There she was lying like a work of art. She looked like a doll. Her body was so cold. I wrapped the blanket around her body. I picked up the beautiful brown hair of hers and  tied it. My daughter Jessica loved makeup. It happened that I had some in the car. I supposed that she must have left it there when she went to that stupid party. I didn't want her to attend that party because there were going to be a lot of guys. I was always strict with my Jessica. I couldn't imagine her having a boyfriend. I couldn't imagine her kissing someone else. I uncovered her face and sat her down. I could move her up and down, but she couldn't speak or make any movement on her own. I put blush, eyeshadow, lipstick, and eyeliner on her face. She seemed like the perfect girl to me. Jessica was so special. She was something else. It all seemed unreal to me. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I couldn't believe Jessica was really gone. I yelled at her, “Jessica! Jessica! Baby! You don't like it when I do your makeup! Tell me to stop! Tell me that you will do it yourself! Jessica, baby, Jessica, please don't go.” I was sobbing. I wanted her back. I wanted her to answer me. I held her body against mine to apologize and cried for hours. It was late and I had three missed calls from my wife. Wow, how was I supposed to tell her? “I found our Jessica and she is in my arms!” That would be fantastic news, except for the part that she is dead! She's not with us anymore, honey. Oh no. I wasn't in the mood to answer a phone call. Like I said before, I wanted to take my daughter and spend time with her. Jessica was a good soul. She did well in school. She made good friends. She was captain of the cheer-leading team. She was also on the track team. She was loved by many people. She was my girl, she was daddy's girl. We didn't have the best relationship. She was afraid of the person I was becoming with her. This is what I did. I went back to the cabin in the woods. My goodness! my princess was nothing, but a stunning doll! She looked like sleeping beauty, but she was now dead beauty. I went back to the cabin. The door was open, so I went inside. There was the man who murdered my beautiful daughter. Hmm, just as I had thought. The stranger was about to escape. I saw him pack. This man was not some homeless person. No, he certainly wasn't because he was wearing a dark suit and he looked pretty neat. Suddenly, the stranger takes out a towel to clean a gun and puts it in his black suitcase along with his other secret weapons. The one he used on my beloved Jessica. His eyes were red and his cheeks were puffy from all of the crying. I turn around to look in the mirror and to my surprise, I see him. I see OG! I didn't mean to do it. I didn't even think of doing it. I wasn't going to murder her. She was my beautiful, sweet, innocent Jessica! I loved her very much and I will miss her, but I had to do it. How else was I going to live knowing that I raped my own fifteen-year-old daughter? She would have said something and I would have gone to prison for life. Her kidnapper, “OG” the strange man raped and murdered our Jessica. I found him, I tried to chase him, but unfortunately the strange man escaped. All I heard were the gunshots and our daughter's screams. I wish I could have done more for her. I could have killed the man. I should have protected our Jessica! Everything is my fault. Yes, this is what I had planned all along! This is what I will tell the police and my wife.
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