Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26891332-20150819204902/@comment-26891332-20150825193000

'There we are, mate... How about now?'

I shouldn’t have fucking done it; raped and choked to death. She didn’t deserve it.

It started about a week ago; my girlfriend had left me and I found out she had cheated on me while we were together. From that moment, I felt nothing but her treachery. I mean all the times we spent together; the lavish holidays away, the romantic meals out and the cosy movie nights in. All meant nothing.

The next few days I began digging myself deeper into misery, as I looked through our holiday pictures in Mallorca. Seeing how beautiful Lauren looked with her heart melting smile, her flowing brunette hair and her radiant complexion glowing freely in the Spanish sun. Seeing photos of myself on the beach with Lauren and a bottle of ice cold San Miguel just made me weep with nostalgia.

The next day, my ex-girlfriend developed a relationship with the man she cheated on me with; which crossed the line, and after seeing it I just wanted revenge. So I then googled ways on how to get back at an evil ex, and after two minutes of searching I found the perfect way.

I found a website where you could post explicit images of your ex-girlfriend. Since I had some raunchy photos of her back from our honeymoon period. I thought to myself, “Right let’s humiliate this slut.”

So I uploaded the sexy selfies onto the website, and I also typed in, “Lauren ‘Cheating Slag’ Victoria”; just so I could name and shame the bitch. I thought it was a good idea at the time.

So I went about the next two days feeling better; I felt high on one-upmanship. Until I looked back at the webpage where I had originally posted the racy selfies and found users commented sick and perverted things like, “I’d rape and kill this bitch.” I saw a user had posted Lauren’s address and phone number in the comments section. I then thought right enough is enough, as I felt majorly creeped out and concerned. I tried deleting the pictures, but I couldn’t as they were on there for good.

The day after I received a call from Lauren and as I picked up the phone shaking with worry; she asked if I was stalking her, as she said her phone was going off and she saw shadows wondering in her back garden last night. I denied it, but she said if I’m responsible she will get her boyfriend too, “Sort me out.” As she was adamant I was doing it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:101%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I awoke early the next morning to the sound of my mom bursting through my bedroom door; looking deeply agitated. She handed me the landline and began crying. It was Lauren’s mom on the phone in frantic distress; she said an early-morning jogger found Lauren lying dead in the local park.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:101%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">At that moment, all I could feel was disgrace and I thought to myself this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t so puerile. I wish I had spoken to someone and moved on instead of letting my petty misery get the better of me...

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