"I'm home!" Lea called out, smiling slightly, as her eyes hungrily took again her home that she had missed so much; she had been away for several weeks, and had now returned from a short two-week-long trip with the school she was a professor at.
"Lea?" Daniel sounded startled, and she heard a loud thud and rustling coming from upstairs.
"Danny?" Lea called in a concerned voice, frowning as she heard further resounding bangs from the bedroom. What was he doing?
"Lea, I'm coming, just - wait there for a minute!" Daniel called back.
Lea's frown deepened as she heard the panicked tone in her husband's voice. Was he in trouble?
"Danny, I'm coming up!" she called, hands cupped to her face.
"No!" Daniel shrieked shrilly. "I mean... hang on! I'm... not decent!"
Lea smirked slightly, and continued up the stairs. "Danny, we're married. You know I don't mind-" her voice cut off as she opened the door to their bedroom, to be met with a sight she definitely hadn't expected.
Daniel was standing at the door looking bedraggled, towel dragged around his shoulders, his clothes lying on the floor.
Lea was about to ask why he looked as he did, when a voice came from the corner.
"Mrs. Everett... I'm so sorry! I don't-"
Lea spun around abruptly, facing the bed. The blankets shifted and a feminine face appeared from under the duvet. A face she knew all too well.
"What..." Lea clenched her teeth and her fists as she directed her now-harsh gaze toward the Senator.
"Lea, I'm so, so sorr-"
Lea's fist connected with the other woman's nose, which gave a sickening crunch.
"Lea, no! Don't hurt her, please! It was my fault, all my-" Daniel's cry was interrupted as Lea grabbed his shoulders and threw him into the adjacent wardrobe. His back collided with a sharp handle and he let out a frantic sob. "Lea!"
"You're pathetic," Lea snarled at the weak, cowering man.
Lea hardly heard his desperate cries, or those of the Senator. The rage and fury she felt in her heart was too much to control; she could no longer bear keeping it inside. But, deep down, she knew she would face consequences for this. The logical part of her brain was shouting at her to stop now, before it was too late, but the pure animalistic side of her won out. The Senator attempted to fight back, but she was no match for the furious creature that had now taken over Lea's emotions. Soon, the Senator lay slumped, lifeless, against the wall, and Daniel screamed, long and high.
Lea cut off his yell with her hand, and he bit down upon it, making a mad dash for the door. It was then that the vase found his head. He crashed to the floor, weeping agonizingly, as Lea stood over him with the remnants of the shattered vase. She threw a pillow onto his face and held it down with her elbow, until he breathed no more.
She stood back up, intending to admire her handy-work, but instead, found herself crying. She wiped her eyes furiously;
she couldn't show weakness. She couldn't. But soon she was on her knees, hands rubbing over Daniel's arms, begging and pleading for him to come back to her.
"Danny... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, honey... come back... please, don't leave me... I'm SORRY!" she gasped. Soon, she realised her attempts were futile. He was gone. Dead. A strangled sob left her throat and she stumbled to his feet, yanking open the door and running for her life.
She staggered into the daylight and cursed as the sound of sirens filled the air. There was no point running - the police were close enough to see her now, to see the features on her face. They knew what she looked like. She sank hopelessly to the floor, and tears began to roll down her face. A young, ebony-haired police officer grabbed the back of her neck and handcuffed her swiftly, and Lea barely processed being dragged to her feet and towards a police vehicle. She let the darkness of sleep take over her vision.
"Lea?" Daniel sounded startled, and she heard a loud thud and rustling coming from upstairs.
"Danny?" Lea called in a concerned voice, frowning as she heard further resounding bangs from the bedroom. What was he doing?
"Lea, I'm coming, just - wait there for a minute!" Daniel called back.
Lea's frown deepened as she heard the panicked tone in her husband's voice. Was he in trouble?
"Danny, I'm coming up!" she called, hands cupped to her face.
"No!" Daniel shrieked shrilly. "I mean... hang on! I'm... not decent!"
Lea smirked slightly, and continued up the stairs. "Danny, we're married. You know I don't mind-" her voice cut off as she opened the door to their bedroom, to be met with a sight she definitely hadn't expected.
Daniel was standing at the door looking bedraggled, towel dragged around his shoulders, his clothes lying on the floor.
Lea was about to ask why he looked as he did, when a voice came from the corner.
"Mrs. Everett... I'm so sorry! I don't-"
Lea spun around abruptly, facing the bed. The blankets shifted and a feminine face appeared from under the duvet. A face she knew all too well.
"What..." Lea clenched her teeth and her fists as she directed her now-harsh gaze toward the Senator.
"Lea, I'm so, so sorr-"
Lea's fist connected with the other woman's nose, which gave a sickening crunch.
"Lea, no! Don't hurt her, please! It was my fault, all my-" Daniel's cry was interrupted as Lea grabbed his shoulders and threw him into the adjacent wardrobe. His back collided with a sharp handle and he let out a frantic sob. "Lea!"
"You're pathetic," Lea snarled at the weak, cowering man.
Lea hardly heard his desperate cries, or those of the Senator. The rage and fury she felt in her heart was too much to control; she could no longer bear keeping it inside. But, deep down, she knew she would face consequences for this. The logical part of her brain was shouting at her to stop now, before it was too late, but the pure animalistic side of her won out. The Senator attempted to fight back, but she was no match for the furious creature that had now taken over Lea's emotions. Soon, the Senator lay slumped, lifeless, against the wall, and Daniel screamed, long and high.
Lea cut off his yell with her hand, and he bit down upon it, making a mad dash for the door. It was then that the vase found his head. He crashed to the floor, weeping agonizingly, as Lea stood over him with the remnants of the shattered vase. She threw a pillow onto his face and held it down with her elbow, until he breathed no more.
She stood back up, intending to admire her handy-work, but instead, found herself crying. She wiped her eyes furiously;
she couldn't show weakness. She couldn't. But soon she was on her knees, hands rubbing over Daniel's arms, begging and pleading for him to come back to her.
"Danny... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, honey... come back... please, don't leave me... I'm SORRY!" she gasped. Soon, she realised her attempts were futile. He was gone. Dead. A strangled sob left her throat and she stumbled to his feet, yanking open the door and running for her life.
She staggered into the daylight and cursed as the sound of sirens filled the air. There was no point running - the police were close enough to see her now, to see the features on her face. They knew what she looked like. She sank hopelessly to the floor, and tears began to roll down her face. A young, ebony-haired police officer grabbed the back of her neck and handcuffed her swiftly, and Lea barely processed being dragged to her feet and towards a police vehicle. She let the darkness of sleep take over her vision.