The Full Collapse
2003-08-03@12:20 a.m.
A man walks into a store filled with people. He looks around to take it all in. Over in the corner is a woman and her children shopping for groceries. Her little boy keeps begging for chips, she keeps talking about how they don't have enough money. Isn't that always the excuse? How can you tell when someone is real in saying that, and when they're lying? Anyway, he walks towards the bread ilse to pick up a loaf of wheat bread for his wife. She won't have any other kind, they're not healthy enough. He grabs the bread and looks down at his list. Gosh it's long. It's going to take a good hour or two to get these things with this crowd at this time of the day. Why would she send him now? Why couldn't she wait? She had been so ready to get him out of the house and to the grocery store, she couldn't wait not an hour for the traffic to clear out. He doesn't understand anymore. Their marriage had been so great up until these past few months. She's seemed distant to him. Always staying late at work, anxious to get him out of the house, always getting a ride home from work with her boss. He knew she must be cheating on him. And if not, then he knew she had something for her boss. He honestly didn't think he rthe type to cheat, but he knew she must have feelings for her boss. How could she not? They had dated for 4 years before they broke up and she married this man. You can't just let something like that go. But for so long her boss had tried to get her to get a divorce with this man, and she never wanted to. But now she seemed like she was getting closer and closer. This man had no problems with the two of them being friends, but it was getting out of hand. He needed to do something about it before it got too far. He dropped the bread where he was and walked out of the store and to his car. He was going home to straighten things out, now...
**To be continued**
The man pulled into his drive-way and sure enough there was his wife's boss' car. He was steaming mad by now. He made no attempt to be silent on his trek to the front door. He had slammed the car door so hard that his front porch shook where it stood. He walked so hard to his front steps that his foot-steps echoed through the neighborhood. His walk up the steps themselves and onto his front porch were so loud and so hard that the windows and shutters shook till the windows nearly shattered and the shutters nearly came loose from their hinges. He threw open his screen door and turned the knob to his front door.
Locked...
That was very uncommon. His wife never locked the door. He fiddled with his keys trying to find his house key. He couldn't find it. He had no idea where he could have put it. She MUST have taken it off! Why would she do this?
He hadn't been standing there long before the front door came open and there was the boss. His wife wasn't far behind in showing him out of the house. The boss walked from the house and got into his car and left. The husband began to quiz his wife on all sorts of things. Why was the boss over? They had to do some work. Why was the door locked? There had been reports of broad daylight robberies in the neighborhood. Where was his key? She found it in the counch cushions while she was cleaning. She had an answer for every question he asked. Most of them even seemed logical. Maybe he had been over-reacting. He should really have more trust in his wife than this.
Everything went on as normal for the rest of the day. His wife was as happy as could be and this made him happy. Everything was going better, or so it seemed.
As he was getting ready for bed that night, and his wife lay asleep in the bed, he felt the need to "relieve" himself. As he lifted the lid to the toilet he found something that disturbed him greatly.
A used condom that definately did not belong to him...
***To Be Continued***
[Ending A]
He let out a yell that would shatter the strongest glass. He slammed the toilet lid and it shattered as he did so. He stalked into the bedroom. His wife was by now awake and cowering on the corner of the bed. She stuttered out excuse after excuse, but her answers to his unasked questions were no use. All that filled his mind, all that consumed his brain at this point was the color red. Red for the anger that had overtaken him, red for the lies she had told, red for her bull-shit grocery lists...
...and red for her blood that would soon stain the room...
[Ending B]
Body shaking and hands clenched, the man slowly stepped from the restroom to the bedroom. He sat upon the edge of the bed and waited for his wife to sense him there.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
No reply was given. He just sat there, shaking, grinding his teeth. He asked her once again what she and her boss had done all afternoon. Her reply was still the same, work. Then he asked about the condom. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She began to form words that only half escaped her mouth before she tried to form another one. She was thinking too fast for her mouth and nothing she said was coherent, but the man knew the truth now.
The man stood and his wife gasped as she saw the pool of blood where his hand had been on the bed, and she gasped again when saw the blood dripping from his clenched fist. He opened his hand and there was a razor-blade that he had kept hidden in the tightness of his fist. Before she could utter another incoherent mumble, he took away her ability to breathe. And just like that, she was gone.
The man sat in deep thought for a few moments. Now he had nowhere to run to to escape his crime. His only getaway was quite obvious. He walked over to his balcony window and looked over the edge to the spiked fence that surrounded his wife's garden. He'd always said that thing was dangerous.
Funny how even after she was dead his wife's doings would still hurt him so...
***The Ends***