Eyes on Me

Chapter 1

"Where were you?"

Her eyebrow raised in question, staring back at her overbearing husband with disdain, and rolled her eyes heavenward before taking her wet jacket off. It was pouring rain outside and the lightening crackled as she kicked her shoes off, setting them by the door. "Does it matter?" She retorted, running a hand through her sopping red hair, her light blue buttoned up blouse soaked through.

Slowly rising to his near seven foot frame, his blazing green eyes stared a hole through her as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and growled, not appreciating her tone of voice. "Yeah it does, especially since I've been sittin' here for the past three hours worried sick bout ya." He wasn't going to raise his voice until she started, which wouldn't take long with the short fuse she had lately. She brought the worst out in him and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh please! You were only worried about your precious wifey coming home and tending to your every whim and call." She shot back swiftly, hanging her jacket up after shaking the excess water off of it, and brushed past him to walk into the kitchen. "I went out after work with some of the girls for a drink."

"Why didn't you call?" He pried, narrowing his eyes when she just shrugged, and sighed heavily as he lowered his head shaking it back and forth. "Tessa, how long are we gonna go on like this?"

"I don't know Mark. Maybe when you stop being an overbearing prick?" She retorted, pulling out a bottle of wine and stood on her tiptoes to grab a glass out of the cabinet. She then popped the cork on the bottle and poured herself some, sighing when she felt her husband's eyes boring into her back.

"Maybe you should stop actin' like a self-centered bitch?" Mark growled, clenching his fists tightly at his sides, not believing the way she was speaking to him.

Tessa whirled around to face him, her eyes ice cold, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Excuse me?" She demanded, slamming her glass down on the counter, surprised she didn't break it.

Mark smirked, knowing he was aggravating her. "You heard me. I don't like repeatin' myself, Tessa." He replied nonchalantly, growling when she went back to drinking her wine. Suddenly, the bottle was swiped from the counter and thrown against the nearest wall, crashing into a million pieces and landing on the white tiled kitchen floor.

Tessa watched in stunned silence as her precious wine she specially ordered from online was destroyed, not believing her husband just did that! "You asshole!" She shouted, turning around and shoved him as hard as she possibly could against his rock hard chest, tears pooling in her blue eyes. "Why do you have to be such a bastard all the time?!"

"I wouldn't be a bastard if you would stop bein' a bitch all the time!" Mark shouted back, his green eyes inflamed and grabbed her hand when it swung to hit him, catching it firmly in his grasp. "I wouldn't try that again if I were you."

"Or what? You'll hit me?" She taunted back, a natural born spitfire, and ripped her wrist out of his iron grip, the tears not leaving her eyes. "Do you have ANY idea how much that shit costs?" She demanded, wanting to hit him, but refrained due to the fact that he was about ready to snap at any given moment.

His green eyes widened when she said that, not believing she even THOUGHT he'd hurt her! He loved her, damn it! Why couldn't she see it? Mark growled lower as he shook his head at her in disgust, not believing she was angry with him for being concerned. Isn't that what a husband was supposed to do when his wife didn't come home or call for hours on end after getting off of work? Apparently not.

"I'm not fightin' with ya anymore, Tessa." Mark quietly said, all the anger and emotion draining from his face and eyes, refusing to do this anymore. He was tired; he was too old for this shit and her childish behavior. "I was only worried bout ya, but obviously that's a crime nowadays."

"Oh you were so worried that you had to throw my near NINE HUNDRED DOLLAR bottle of wine against the wall?" She nearly shrieked, shaking from how much anger was flowing through her body and started grinding her teeth so she didn't attack him.

He looked incredulous, that was the only word that could describe the look on his face as he stared at his wife in complete disbelief. "Ya don't need to turn to that shit every time we have a fight, Tessa! Christ, when are ya gonna fuckin' grow up and realize the world doesn't revolve around yer ass?" Mark demanded gruffly and raked a hand through his jet black hair.

It was naturally red, but after his mother died a few years ago, he decided black was a more suitable color. He married Tessa right before his mother's death, her last wish and he loved the woman in all honesty. He thought Tessa loved him too, but he was starting to question that after all the fighting they'd done lately.

"When are you going to wake up and realize that I like going out for drinks with my friends and I refuse to check in like a fuckin' teenager?" She retorted hotly, placing her hands on her slender hips that were currently encased in a pair of black dress pants.

Tessa was a local photographer for a nearby studio she opened with her best friend, Carsyn, a few years back before she met Mark after Carsyn's motorcycle was totaled in a near death. A semi was driving down the road and the driver fell asleep at the wheel, plowing over five different bikes, Carsyn's being one of them in parked zones. The driver was fined heavily, but Carsyn honestly thought about suing the cocksucker for destroying her second prized possession. Her first was her husband Glen, who was a professional wrestler along with Mark. They were best friends just as Tessa and Carsyn were.

"Okay what the Hell is goin' on in here?" Carsyn demanded as she walked into the Calaway household, carrying a few bags of groceries with her husband Glen following.

Glen groaned at the looks on their faces. "You two aren't fightin' again' are ya?" He asked hesitantly, sighing when they both shot him a look. "Forget I asked."

"I'm going to take a bath." Tessa announced abruptly, refusing to fight with her husband in front of their best friends.

"Oh that's it, go ahead and leave just when things get a little too fuckin' real around here!" Mark snapped causing Tessa to glare back at him, silently telling him now was NOT the time to start up again. Mark didn't care and ignored her warning look as he raised a challenging eyebrow up at her.

Carsyn sighed and ran a hand through her honey blonde hair, her sea green eyes staring back at her best friend, wondering what started this. "Okay who started it and why?" She asked bluntly, taking a few boxes out and putting them in the cabinets.

One thing Carsyn knew about Tessa was the woman was NOT a shopper and Mark hardly had the time what with being on the road constantly with the World Wrestling Entertainment Company him and Glen wrestled for. The guys were lucky if they got four days a week off to come home, but sometimes it was reduced to two. Carsyn just rolled with the punches because she loved Glen more than anything and would wait for him to come home to her without complaining…much.

"Ask Mister I Need to Know Where My Wife Is All the Fucking Time." Tessa snorted and walked over, helping Carsyn with the groceries as she put some things in the freezer. Honestly, the woman was a saint and Tessa honestly didn't know what she'd do with her.

"Fuck you Tessa!" Mark snarled, his entire body tensing, not believing how much she was antagonizing him in front of their best friends. "Why don't ya tell'em how ya been fuckin' round on me?"

Tessa froze mid-step on her way to the freezer that was in the garage, not believing what Mark just said, and closed her eyes painfully shut. "So that's why you've been keeping tabs on me…" She trailed off softly, her voice filled with unhidden emotion, and fought to keep the tears in her eyes.

"You damn right I do! Yer out all the fuckin' time when I'm home, never wantin' to spend any time with me, always sayin' yer out havin' a drink with one of the girls!" Mark snapped, sick of this shit and decided to just air their dirty laundry in front of Glen and Carsyn, not like they didn't know anyway.

Tessa spun around so fast, the groceries whipped from her grasp and slid on the floor, hitting Carsyn's ankles as she glared daggers back at her husband. "That's not true! I'm always here when you're home and I hardly go out with the girls! You need to learn to trust me, prick!" She shouted defensively, not believing he was actually accusing her of cheating on him!

"Maybe we should leave…" Glen muttered, raking a hand through his brown curly locks, his head lowered.

"Glen stop being a pansy ass." Carsyn snapped as she picked up the frozen pizza that was now cracked down the middle, shaking her head at these two. "I think it's time for a time out."

"I think it's time fer ya to keep yer nose outta our business."

"Mark, don't you dare talk to her like that!" Tessa snapped, gaping at her husband when he just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He definitely did change, that was for sure. "You are a complete asshole and I hate you!"

"Good, I hate you too, lyin' cheatin' whore!" Mark wasn't holding back anymore, not caring if he hurt her feelings anymore. He refused to allow her to stand there and berate him like he was some five year old when she was the one acting like one! "Go ahead and tell'em about Steve, Tessa."

"What about him?" She demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest, knowing what was coming and was ready for it.

"God not the Steve thing again." Carsyn groaned, sick and tired of hearing the accusations herself that Mark shot at his wife. None of them were true!

"So being friends with one of YOUR co-workers is wrong?" Tessa shot back, not waiting for him to answer her first question, completely and utterly livid by now.

"When you spend more time with him then me!"

"That's a load of bullshit and you damn well know it, Mark! I don't spend all of my time with him! He comes over when you're on the road and keeps me company…"

"By fuckin' your brains out." Mark finished, daring her to contradict him when he knew it was true. He'd caught them on more than one occasion in situations that were border lining adultery and he wasn't going to ignore it anymore.

"Mark that's going a little too far." Carsyn piped up, not about to watch him put her best friend down like this. It wasn't happening. This was her girl, her sister-blood or not-and she wasn't going to let him talk to her like this.

"No it's not! She's fucked him and I know it!" Mark snapped, advancing on Carsyn, but Glen immediately stepped in front him.

"Back off man. She's got nothin' to do with this."

"Then tell her to keep her fuckin' mouth shut about shit she knows nothin' about!"

"Come on Cars, let's go home and make dinner together." Glen suggested, knowing Mark was about to get in one of his shit fits and he'd be damned if his wife got hurt in the process.

"What about-"

Glen simply shook his head and guided her out the front door, closing it behind him, leaving the Calaway's to go through their war by themselves. Before they could even get in the car, Tessa suddenly rushed out the door with tears streaming down her cheeks, getting in her car, and peeled out of the driveway with Mark stumbling out of the door, holding his head. Glen and Carsyn gaped as they seen Mark bleeding from the forehead while his wife peeled off down the road, blinking.

"What happened?" Glen demanded stepping out of the car, and suddenly could hear a crash down the road. It sounded through the crisp, night air, as metal mangled. That's how loud it was as all three took off down the street, knowing deep in their hearts it was Tessa.

That was the night Tessa Calaway died.