Love Is A Form Of Suicide by Jimm Tumbly (book club reads .TXT) 📖

like the rest of her body. She smiles big when she sees me and my heart melts.

I stand up, pulling her into my arms. I kiss her passionately, showing her just how crazy she drives me. I take off the towel, throwing it on the floor. She takes off my shirt, her lips never leaving mine. I quickly shed out of my pants and boxers, pulling her naked body against mine.

“I love you, Victory.” I whisper before laying her on the bed.

“I love you too, Brent.” We make love for what seems like forever, embracing each other. We reach a high both of us has never felt before. Passion and pleasure overcome both of us as we scream out, enjoying every minute of it.

Once we are done I roll over, breathing heavy. “What was that for?” Victory asks, propping herself up on her elbow.

“I thought it better be amazing if I love you so much.” She smiles, taking my breath away. Every bone in my body aches for her, longs for her. Tears form in my eyes as I lean over to kiss her. Her smile fades as she notices my somber eyes.

“What's wrong?” She asks, caressing my face.

“Nothing.” I lie, offering a fake smile. She doesn't buy it. I sigh and stand up, walking over to my bag. My back is faced towards Victory, so she doesn't see the gun when I pull it out of the bottom of my bag. Silently, I begin to cry, knowing this is what I have to do.

“I love you so much, Victory.” I say, still not turning around.

“I love you too, Brent.” She replies. I can hear her get out of bed and walk over to me. She wraps her slender arms around my waist. Slowly, I turn around, exposing the gun in my right hand. Victory gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

“I'm so sorry.” I whisper, bending down to kiss her. She pulls away quickly.

“Brent, what are you doing?” She almost shouts, fear visible in her eyes.

“My dad, he's coming for us. He knows where we are, and he will hurt us Victory.” I reply. “I have no other choice. I will never get to be with you any other way.” She shakes her head robotically, starting to cry. “Please,” I whisper, “don't cry. Everything is going to be alright.” I reach out and touch her cheek.

“You don't have to do this. We can leave now, go somewhere. Please Brent, don't do this.” She sobs, breaking my heart for the final time.

“Shh,” I reply, “this is the only way don't you see? We will never loosen his grasp. We will never break free of him. This is all we can do.” Slowly, I bend down and softly kiss her stomach. “Ill see you soon, my precious child.” I stand up and face Victory. She begins to scream and I aim the gun directly at her stomach. “Goodbye, my child.” Slowly, I pull the trigger and fire, hitting her right in the gut. Victory falls to her knees, blood oozing from her stomach. She continues to cry, her hands covered in blood as she tries to stop the bleed.


Silently I cry as I aim the gun at her head. “I love you, Victory, so much.” I take a deep breath. “I'll see you soon.” I close my eyes as I pull the trigger, hitting her between the eyes. She falls to the ground, dead. I cry in agony as I see my beautiful Victory lie on the ground, not moving. My stomach churns and my heart dies. Even dead she is intoxicatingly beautiful. I bend down and kiss her one last time on the lips, smoothing her hair. “I love you.”


I stand up and place the gun next to my head. “I will see you on the other side.” I mumble as I pull the trigger one final time. Sirens ring in my ears as everything fades to black. Silence is all I hear as I make my way to hell.


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Publication Date: 10-01-2011

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