Jasper

“Jasper, Jasper?” she yelled “Jasper, darling where are you?” surprised that Jasper did not respond she walked into the newly refurbished kitchen and drops off the shopping she had just bought onto the new worktop. “Jasper are you in?” she called but there was still no reply. She was confused as her husbands car was parked on the gravelled drive way and his shoes were in the hallway. Victoria walked through into the living room and froze. She could not believe what she was seeing. “Oh my god!” she shrieked as she realised what has happened. Beyond the smashed vase and upturned chair, she found her husband sprawled over the glass coffee table.
There was blood all over the floor and table which looked to have gushed from the gaping wound on the left side of his head. Victoria panics and rushes to the phone and calls the police and paramedics. She runs back to her husband she is worried sick, what happened? Who did it? “Peter” she whispers under her breath. Peter was Victoria’s ex husband; they had broken up after she thought that things were not working out. But he did not take it well. Regularly he used to threaten her with remarks such as “if you ever settle down with another man I will destroy him.” She was certain that it was murder.
Approximately thirty five minutes later the police arrived. They asked Victoria if it would be okay to ask some questions about what happened. “Do you know any one at all who could have done this” Victoria does not hesitate to answer “No I don’t know any one at all who could have done this” Tears begin to fill her eyes, she knows who has done this but she knows she has to deal with this herself. “Although there doesn’t seem to be a clear murder weapon” says one of the officers as he inspects the body closely. “We will have to take the body away for further examination.”
After the body was taken away from the scene the officers were worried about Victoria as she had been through a lot. “Would you like to call any members of family at all” the police asked. “No I’ll be fine.” Awkwardly the officers ask “Do you want a female officer to stay the night to make sure you are okay?” She replies “No I’m fine. Although I’d like to go out and get some fresh air.” Startled at how well she has taken what has happened, they say “That’s fine. We understand that what you are going through is very, very stressful.”
She leaves the house where her husband has been killed and walks calmly down the street. People walking up and the street were curious about what happened. One person asked “Are you okay, what’s going on” but she ignores them. Her mind is set on one thing, revenge. She walks two blocks up to her ex husband’s house, she knocks on the door and he welcomed her in. They sat on a black leather sofa in his living room and he says “Nice to see you again” Victoria carrying on with a lie replies “Yes. Same to you” after a civilized convocation he asks her if she wants a cup of tea. She accepts knowing that her chance is looming closer and closer. As Peter walks into the kitchen she makes her move. She sneaks into the kitchen whilst Peter was watching the kettle boil and picks up a kitchen knife that she had seen earlier as she entered the house. Just as Peter senses that Victoria has entered the room, Victoria shouted out “Why did you kill him!” and stabs the eight inch stainless steel kitchen knife into his upper back. Peter twisted around in shock and screamed. He collapsed on the floor shrieking in agony. She goes up to his pale dieing face, looks him straight in the eye and whispered “Why did you kill him! Why did you kill my husband you sick twisted bastard!” As Peter's state becomes critical he manages to string together four words. “I didn’t do it” But she was determined that he has done so due to previous threats he had made when they broke up. As she left the room she said her last words to Peter “You were always a liar”.
She walked back home very calmly; as if nothing had happened, and returned back to her own home. A couple of minutes after she arrived home the police knocked on the door. She answers and lets them into the living room. “We’ve got some good news for you.” They said “There was no intruder after all. Your husband unfortunately had a heart attack and cut his head open on the vase which was placed on the coffee table.” She tried to contain the shock but cannot, cunningly she asked the officers if they would like a cup of tea and they accept. As she walked into the kitchen she tried to contain her tears, knowing that she killed an innocent man. Then she re-discovered the knife she had murdered Peter with, she did not want the police to find it as it would spark off lots of wild allegations. She put the kettle on and took the knife to the sink were she washes it clean.
Just as the kettle had boiled the police get a call over their radio. “Sorry we can’t stay for those coffees.” One of the officers say said “There has been an attempted murder about two blocks away.”