This is the story that i started a poll on. After a day of thinking I decided not to include any necrophilia. I just could not write anything sexual, it seemed to sick to me. Like i said before it was not my thing I was just curious. Anyway i allready had the story half written and decided to finish it this way. Please enjoy.:rose:

 

“Please stay with me.” Nicole pleaded “ You always are gone on business, it never leaves time for me, for us. I mean its been weeks since we‘ve made love.”

“ Honey, you know how my job is. If that phone rings I have to go, it’s as simple as that. I have a responsibility to the company and to provide for you.” Fred told her. “ I’ll be home in three days and I promise we will take that vacation we talked about.”

“You always say that, yet it never happens. There is more to life than just the money you make and the things you buy.” She told him.
He knew this conversation all too well. It happened every time he left for a business trip. Assuring her that this time was different he kissed her and left for the taxi to the airport. His flight took him across the country to Washington. The meeting was the same as always, someone was not happy about pricing of equipment and wanted to negotiate a cheaper price. This sort of thing could have been done over the phone but when you are dealing with millions, it’s could to keep the client happy.

Two days in to the trip, Fred found himself sitting in his hotel room. Fed up with always being gone , he had picked up the phone and called his boss to tell him he was taking a month off to spend with his wife. His boss agreed that it was what he needed and set him up at a resort in the Grand Caymans. Two weeks all expenses paid, to reward his loyalty. As he hung up , his hotel phone rang, thinking it to be his wife he quickly grabbed it and said “ Baby, I have good news for you.”

“Fred, It’s Susan , I need to tell you something.” she told him. He knew something was wrong he never talked to his mother in law and she felt the same of him. “ You made her do it. I hope you know that. She always said how sad you made her, being gone all the time. Nicole slit her wrists last night, we just found her today. She’s dead.

He couldn’t believe the words that he just heard. There was no way, she would never do that, she loved herself too much to harm herself. Susan spoke up, informing him of the suicide note left behind ,but refusing to tell him what it said.

“Susan, you tell me what it said.” He demanded

“ No, you can read it yourself when you come back. For now I don’t have time to talk to you. The funeral is tomorrow and I’ve got things to do.” She told him.

“What do you mean tomorrow? She was my wife I deserve to see her body.” He screamed at her.

“You had your chance when she was alive. Now you don’t deserve a final goodbye.” she said. “ I wish it were you so bad.” Susan quickly hung up the phone.

Fred bolted out the door and got a cab to the airport. It was too late to catch a flight out. He would have to wait till morning. As luck would have it he got the first flight out at five in the morning. The five hour trip back to Virginia took forever. As the plane approached the airport, they were informed it was closed due to lack of radar and would have to circle till it came back online. It took three hours before he was able to land. An hour to his home, he arrived at two in the afternoon. Susan was waiting for him.

“You’re too late.” she said “ We buried her at nine this morning. Shame, even in death you could not get yourself to her. Here is the note she left, I hope it eats at your soul.” She handed him the note and left.

He sat on the porch step, stunned at the days events, he was numb. Wanting to cry but he had no tears. Wanting to scream but he had no words. He looked down to the note and began to read.

Dear Fred,
I can’t go on like this. I feel like our love is gone and I don’t think it’ll come back. I pleaded with you to stay but you left me again. I’ve grown tired of this life and have decided to end it. Maybe my next life will be different and if we meet up in heaven maybe you’ll be different and love me like you should have on Earth. I have lost so much faith in you. You were a great provider of material things but you could not provide me the love that I so craved. I hope you at least made it to my funeral, but I doubt you did, it seems your style to not be there for the important things. Good bye Fred and know that you had my heart but I didn’t have yours.
Eternally Yours,
Nicole

As he finished the note, he found the tears that had been absent and they streamed down his face onto the note. It was already tear stained. Nicole’s final emotions were captured on the paper. He sat there for hours crying in his hands. He knew every word in the note to be true. He could have been a lot better to her. He never did love her like she loved him and now it was too late. She was gone and he did not even say goodbye. Glancing down to the note he saw that Susan left him a message. “Please Die” is what it said. Rage took over his body and he formulated a final plan.

He wrote a note and left it in the mail box. He went to his room and picked up his gun, tucking it away in his belt. Grabbing a can of gas he dosed his house down, the same house that he worked so hard to give Nicole but it eventually became the place of her death. Standing in the bathroom were she killed herself, it smelled of bleach. Susan had obviously cleaned it, his rage for her consumed him. He turned to leave and grabbed one of Nicole’s perfume bottles. At his front door he looked back just long enough to throw the match.

With the house in flames he got into Nicole’s car and drove to Susan’s house. He open the door and walked in. She was in the living room, drinking a bottle of gin. “ What do you want” she said. He didn’t speak, he just raised the gun and blew her ass away. One shot strait to the head and she fell to the floor.

Turning to leave he got back in the car and headed to the cemetery. There was only one fresh grave, it had to be Nicole. Walking up to the grave , the only thing that marked it was a wooden stake with a number. The grave stone had yet to be placed. Lying next to the grave was a shovel. This had not been his plan but it seemed like a sign. He picked it up and started digging. The time flew by , it had to be at least three hours and he finally heard a thump. It was her coffin he cleared away the dirt and pried it open. His beautiful wife laid before him, looking just as angelic as always. He sprayed her with her perfume and picked her up. He smelled her and gave her a final kiss.

“Good bye my love, I’m so sorry for the way I treated you. He laid her back down in to the coffin. With tears still flowing down his face he placed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

Reports of the murder/suicide were all over the news the next day. The town was in shock over the death of three people. The note that was in the mailbox was found and its contents were released.

“Please don’t make my mistakes. Love is not material. It cannot be bought and cannot be sold. It has to be given. Please give your love. I’m so sorry.”

The End.:rose:

 

Well I read it like I said I would. It was good. I don't understand why he killed Susan was it because she made him mad.

 

yeah she dug under his skin enough. so he killed her. itried to write 2 different endings, one with sex one without but i couldn't do it.

 

Necrophilia isn't my thing anyway. This is a good story.

 

thanks.

 

Well I read it like I said I would. It was good.

 

i didn't know you said you'd read it, but thanks. I forgot about this story, brings back memories.

 

NicE story

 

Thought this was supposed to be necro?

 

nice