It was because of the music; the constant, pounding, blaring music ruining the peace of every night.
The drunken yelling, screamed curses and sudden brawls breaking out had done their part.
After years of it, she just…snapped.
The first shot took out the old man. He wouldn’t be yelling about how it was ‘my fuckin’ house’ anymore. The second took out the daughter-in-law and shut her screeching off forever.
The third took out the son, her husband. There’d be no more yelled declarations of how tough he was; no more baiting of the starving, scarred dogs kept chained in the backyard.
Sighing, she sent a final bullet into the car’s stereo and blissful quiet fell. With a smile, she crossed the street to return home.
She’d barely stepped inside when the newly born quiet was shattered by sirens.
Frowning, she reloaded the gun and waited.
Her job wasn’t over yet.



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