ok so kind of a depressing story but my friend asked me to write something kind of like this. I just played with the idea. R&R!
Her hands were stained red, but she did not know why. She kneeled in a familiar room, but again did not know how it happened. She saw the stain on the floor, she saw him lying motionless in the middle of it, but she did not know how he got there. His eyes stared lifelessly up at her, fear and hatred, present still in them.
She stood up breathing heavily still staring at his body. She adverted her eyes to see another motionless figure on the bed, lying in another pool of red, again not knowing what had happened. The glint of the knife caught her eye. She picked it up, a drop of blood fell in slow motion onto the body on the floor. Then it all rushed back.
"I'm going out" he said flatly.
"Where?" she said in the same voice .
"No where important." he waited for a reply, she stared at the wall opposite him, saying nothing.
"I'll be back before midnight ."
"Right." she said under her breath.
"Did you say something ?" he asked putting his coat on.
"No, it's not important." she replied, a single tear fell down her face. For months she suspected, for months now she had prayed he was just going out drinking. But he never came home drunk or hung over, not once had he come home smelling like smoke or alcohol. No, he always came home smelling like her.
"Why can't you tell me where you're going?"
"Because it's none of your business" he said coldly. She scoffed and said
"I have a right to know don't you think? Being your wife and all, I think I have a right to know where my husband goes at night , don't you?" Her voice cracked slightly when she said it .
"Everyone has a right to their secrets Lily, Even husbands and wives. Grow up. You don't need to know everything about me. Just like I don't need to know everything about you. That doesn't mean that we love each other any less."
"Then stay Oliver, if it doesn't make a difference then just fucking stay here tonight!" She was on her feet now staring him down, mascara was running down her face. He looked at her with an empty face, almost pityingly. He opened the door and shut it behind him leaving her in the middle of the room sobbing. She heard his car pull out of the driveway, and the rest was a blur.
The anger she felt at that moment was so extreme she could hardly remember what happened next. She remembers running to the kitchen and grabbing the knife off the counter, she remembers getting in her car and speeding after him to where she knew he would be. She remembers opening the bedroom door and seeing them, the shouting and the pleas, and finally she remembers the knife slashing through the air and him falling to the ground. She screamed before the knife was also turned on her. She watched as her former best friend and husband lay dying in front of her as she kneeled beside Oliver and whispered. "Your late." in his ear.
Lily looked down at the two betrayers and felt no remorse, no pain. Instead she felt weight that has so long pressed against her chest lift and she smiled as she threw the knife down beside Miley and walked out of the room to her car. She would not have to cry herself to sleep tonight.