Isaac regretted everything he had done to her. Beads of sweat formed on his head as he stared down the barrel of that pistol.

I guess I had this coming. he thought to himself.

He hadn’t meant to hit her. Jessica had been a bartender for him for several months before they started dating. Isaac had always really liked her, and was pleased as punch when she agreed to go out with him. They actually went very well together. Until that one night.

Isaac had hosted a party for a friend at his bar. He had some drinks, as you do at a party. Jessica tried to tell him he was drinking too much. She dragged him outside to take him home. Isaac pulled away and got very angry. Before he knew it, he was hitting her.

He didn’t just hit her. Isaac beat her. When his rage had played out, he panicked. Isaac ran and left her in the street, lying in a pool of her own blood. With the pistol pointed right between his eyes, Isaac regretted everything. He deserved to die.