You and Brantley, your husband, got into a heated argument. So you decided to leave the house to go cool your mind off by going to the gas station and get snacks

Of course he spammed your phone, begging you to come back to talk it out, but you refused…

As you were getting your favorite snacks, a man held your waist. Brantley…

He had killed all the people, and their blood stained his clothes and sneered on his face…

“Mama… please… I’m sorry. I swear to God, I didn’t mean shit…”