My mom was a really nice person. She always helped the poor and those who were in trouble.
She loved her family so much and always protected her children from whatever could hurt us. She even looked like a typical nice old lady from English novels: wearing cute hats and warm knitted scarfs. She was not too old and not too sick, so everyone were devastated when she suddenly died. It happened on a rainy day in October. She was found facedown on the floor of her bedroom. Near her right hand was a vial filled with her pills from osteoporosis that she had to take once a month. It was opened. It looked like she took her medicine as usual, but for some reason suddenly died from it. Police took the pills to examine them. They found nothing. It was just a regular medicine from the light form of bone disease that my mom had. However, the autopsy showed that she was poisoned.
My dad was absolutely heartbroken. They were married for 40 years and he hoped that they would be together for the rest of their lives. The thought, that he had to be alone now, was frightening. My brother was really sad too. He was really close to our mother.
The police asked usual questions. What did she do the night she died? Did she have any enemies? Did she behave unusual in any way? Those questions didn't move the investigation further. One year went by. I was getting ready for my wedding. I was going to marry a man that I absolutely adored. He was a bit younger than me, but it didn't bother us. We were completely happy.
My dad didn't get over the tragedy. He started drinking a lot. My brother and I didn't know what to do to help him. He became a different person.
My wedding was perfect. Everyone smiled and danced. My fiance looked stunning. I was getting more and more in love with him. The only person who didn't seem to care about our happiness was my dad. He just kept drinking and staring at me and my love. Something wasn't right. Suddenly he stood up and went to the microphone. “I want to say a few words to my lovely daughter!”
Everyone looked at my dad. He was barely standing because of all the alcohol that he consumed. He continued:
“My little girl was always the smartest. Best grades at school. No one could compete...”. Dad stopped for a bit, almost as if he couldn't remember what he wanted to say. Than he went on: “She always knew what's best for her. And she never stopped on a way to happiness.
Now you have what you want, my little girl...”. Tears were streaming down his face. “You killed her. You did this. I just know...” He started screaming. My brother ran up to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him off the stage. I ran way and locked myself in the bathroom. I couldn't take everyone staring at me with confusion and sympathy. I looked at myself in the mirror. My make up was ruined. I took my purse. The bride shouldn't look like that. I have to fix it. Even though I'm 40, I still look young and fresh. Just a little bit of blush and lipstick...
Yes, I was a grown woman. I got divorced with my first husband, when he cheated on me with a girl that was much younger than me. I was thrown away like a useless garbage. I thought I was going to die alone. And then I met him. He was amazing. Young,
strong and absolutely in love with me. We decided to get married almost right away. However, when I told my mother, she wasn't happy. She was a rich powerful woman, even though she looked like a harmless charming old lady. She found out everything about his past. It turned out that he was involved in some kind of criminal matters before he met me. It didn't bother me, but my mother insisted that he wanted to marry me only because of our money. I didn't believe this and told her that I was going to marry him anyway. “In that case, I will use all of my money and influence to make his life miserable.” my mother said. I gave up. When she was leaving my flat, she told me that she did it for me.
Needless to say, I was devastated. I told my love about a conversation that I had with my mother. He got very serious for a moment, but then his face brightened and he looked at me. “Will you do anything to protect our love?” Yes! I was ready to do whatever he wanted.
Like I said before, my mom used to take pills from a bone disease every month. They were big red pills, that were very hard to swallow. She always complained about that.
My fiance did have some acquaintances in the criminal world. He asked a friend of his to do the exact same looking pill, but filled with poison. All I had to do was to put the poisoned pill into the vial, when my mom wasn't looking. It was easy. I did it when I visited my parents' home. After that I just had to wait.
It happened in 4 months. Every month I wanted to tell my mother everything, but my love was stronger. I don't know how my father knew it was. Maybe, it was his intuition. It didn't really matter, because no one would believe an old alcoholic with no evidence. No one was going to ruin my happiness. I took a last glimpse in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.
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