My killer just died in jail

Chapter 1: May you rot in hell!
It was Maria Tachimi’s 37th birthday this year.

Michael McNamara held a toy behind his back as he walked close to her.

Maria looked at him, then saw an object.

“What is it?” She asked him.

“Okay, your parents tell me you like those Transformers things, so I gotyou this.”He said.

It was a Soundwave figure, it looked very nice and detailed looking.

She got gifted G.I Joes, Transformers, and many other things

The O’Hare brothers, her 3x great uncles gave her books on Irish history.

“Your grandfather told me no Bobby Sands or any of that, so we got you what you grandfather requested.” Ailin said.

They heard a shout “YES!” from Mikey.

Everyone went to check it out.

The headline read “CHILD KILLER STACIE HARRIS IS DEAD AT 38” with her prison photo, the photo of Maria, her young victim.

“What is it?” Ailin asked.

“One of my granddaughter’s killers died in jail, I had a campaign to keep them in jail.” Mikey said.

They saw a photo which showed a Facebook comment, the comment read “THE KILLER OF MY NIECE IS IN JAIL, MAY YOU ROT IN FUCKING HELL!” and it was posted by a Leslie Trenors.

“My daughter posted that, let’s have a toast!” He said that, proudly.

“I heard she gave birth to a boy months before she died, but it was taken away and given to her ex-boyfriend, the ex-boyfriend said that he would tell his mother’s horrible past as he’s older.” Maria said.

The adults poured alcohol and did a cheer.

“Ding-dong, the bitch is dead!” Ichiro sang.