A Broken Family Her screams echoed through the house.

Her blue eyes filled with utter hatred and her mouth spat curses into my face. Fists flew at my head. My ears were ringing and everything was spinning. Why wont she just shut up! The day passed by rather slowly, work was long and it was a hot one. I got into my pickup and started driving home. The sun shone directly through the front windshield blinding me. I put down my visor and blasted an 80s rock station. I drove rather slowly attempting to put off arriving home. I knew what was waiting there, most likely another big fight. I love Ann, but she could get a little crazy sometimes. Crazy enough to make me think about leaving, but I could never do that to Moses, our five month old baby boy. He is my world. I opened the front door and walked inside saying an almost silent Im home so I wouldnt wake Moses. I walked through the kitchen straight down the hall passing my sons room to go change out of my work attire. Bang. The door to my sons room flung open and Ann came out in a blinding fury. You idiot! You can never do anything right! I want you out, pack up your things and leave us! Its not like you care anyways! Get out! Anns face was blood red and the veins in her neck were pulsating. Moses room door wasnt shut. Ann, shut up youre going to wake him! Thats when I noticed Ann must have forgotten to put up the railing on the crib. If he moved just an inch more to the left, he would fall straight to the floor. Ann get out of my way! Hes going to fall, Ann move! Her fists flung at my head and I tried to block the hits. All I could see was the crib railing, I just needed her to move so that I could stop him from falling. Hes going to get hurt! Youre so stupid David, get out, get out! Ive had enough, my ears were ringing from the first few punches that aligned perfectly with my temples. She needed to move. Ann! Move! She didnt budge. My hands flung forward to the first thing I could grab which happened to be her throat. I spun her sideways and threw her with all my might. I heard her body hit the tile floor, I didnt care I just needed to tend to Moses. After fixing his crib, I shut the door quietly behind me. Why hadnt Ann come screaming again? I walked into the kitchen and saw her body. Why hasnt she gotten up? Ann? I slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her body. Are you okay? I leaned over in an attempt to see her face. Thats when I noticed the blood. It was slowly pooling from her head onto the tiles, making the clean white floor stained with the thick red liquid. There was nothing I could do, she was dead. My mind was racing, the guilt set in. I killed her. Shes dead because of me. Its all my fault. Couldnt I have talked her into moving out of the way? No. I couldnt have. Pushing her was the only way

thing I could do. Itll be okay. No, no, it wont, the police will tear Moses from my arms. He will grow up without a father, without a mother. This cant be happening. The towels soaked up most of the blood. My shaking hands picked up her body. They cant take Moses away from me. His life will be ruined. I put Anns body in the bathtub and grabbed sheets, moving blankets and bleach from the laundry room. I had to cover this up, for my sons sake. He cant grow up without his parents. I delicately wrapped her in the blankets, from the toes up. I kissed her forehead then whispered into her ear. Im sorry, itll be okay though. I wont let them take Moses away from us. I poured the rest of the bleach onto the kitchen floor, slowly the red stain turned to pink. Then the pink stain faded and the floor was white once again. The house no longer showed signs of a struggle. Everything looked perfect. Our family pictures that hung from the wall sealed the deal. Everyone was smiling and happy. What motive could I have had? I carried her body into the back of my pickup put Moses in the back seat and drove for hours. After stopping in a trail road I carefully placed her body in the shrubbery. I said my last goodbyes and promised to take care of Moses, no matter what happened. I told her I was sorry for what I had done and that I would fix it. Someday I would give her a proper burial. I hoped she would understand. I kissed her covered head once again and left her. The drive back to the house was surreal. This cant be happening, but it did. I couldnt have killed her, but I did. I might have ruined Moses life. I looked back at the car seat. He was sleeping soundly, in a few hours hew would wake up and his little undeveloped mind would never remember that he had a mother. We finally got back to the house after hours of driving, Moses was starting to stir. I took him from his car seat and put him back into his crib, lifted the railing back up and quietly shut the door behind me. Everything is going to be okay. We will get through this. I picked up the phone and dialed Anns mom. Hello Mrs. Shirran have you seen Ann since yesterday? She left in the heat of an argument and she hasnt returned home. David, I havent seen her. Im calling the police. So I hung up the phone and let missing persons do the rest. Its going to be okay. They will never figure out that this was you. Moses will have a wonderful life you just have to protect him, like always. No one will tear you and Moses apart. We will have the perfect life together. ~ 3 Weeks Later ~ BANG, BANG, BANG. Someone was knocking. Coming! I opened the door quickly, expecting the mail man or maybe Anns mother. It was the police. Six or seven of them just standing there with guns pointed. Moses is asleep. Good day officers, how can I Before I could finish my sentence one of the main officers blurts out what he has to say.

We found her body, shes dead. Anns dead. David Folker youre under arrest for the murder of your wife Ann Marie Shirran. They held out the handcuffs. I needed to get Moses out of here. We have to run away. I bolted straight for Moses. Before I knew it I was on the ground, they were prying my hands behind my back. Face to the tile, just like Ann. I saw my life flash before my eyes. I thought of Moses, he was going to grow up an orphan, with a murderer for a father. Why did Ann have to hit and yell at me? Why did I have to push her? Why is this happening to me, to us, to Moses? What have I done?