Page 160 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“Why the fuck did you do it?” Monty asks, gripping the armrests and tipping the chair back slightly.

“I didn't…”

“Don't fucking lie to me, you worthless piece of shit. Why did you run your girlfriend over then leave her for dead?”

“I didn't mean to,” he finally screams as tears fall down his face.

“What do you mean you didn’t mean to?” I demand as I take a step forward.

“She was going to leave me. She got into Cornell University. I couldn’t…She couldn’t leave me.”

“You tried to kill your girlfriend because she got into college and was going to move away?” Monty asks with disgust in his voice.

“I just wanted her to depend on me. I wanted to show her she didn’t need to leave. She didn’t need a career. She could stay here, help me run the farm, and we would be happy. I’d always take care of her.”

The realization that this man was willing to run over his girlfriend just so that she’d physically have to depend on him to take care of her is fucking insane. It goes far beyond what any of the men I’ve killed in the past have done.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Monty screams as he smacks Alex across the face.

“I just love her so much,” he cries.

“What about all the other times?”

“She…She…” he stammers, but Monty continues.

“When you fractured her wrist, was that because you loved her so much?”

“No. I didn’t mean to fracture her wrist. I was only trying to get her to come home from the bonfire. I told her it was time to go, but she wanted to stay with her friends. I told her she didn’t need them…She had me.”

“What about her broken ribs?” I ask after Monty steps away. I think he might be closer to killing this motherfucker than I am right now.

“Broken?”

“Yes. You worthless piece of shit you broke three of her ribs,” Monty snaps, walking back to him.

“I didn’t mean to…”

The wind is knocked out of him silencing him as Monty punches him in the ribcage. Another hit, and I can hear the gasping breaths as Alex groans in pain.

“Did you punch her?” he screams

*Thud*

Another hard blow to the same area, and I can hear the sickening sound of a bone starting to crack.

“Did you kick her?”

*Thud*

“Throw her down the stairs?”

*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*

Hit after hit, landing in the same spot on Alex’s rib cage. He coughs, blood and spit flying from his mouth.

“Monty,” I say quietly as I place a hand on his shoulder.

He’s breathing heavily, and as much as he tries to hide it, I can see the tears running down his face.