Hello, brave people who have decided to try out this little ficlet, as I've so fondly named it. This is my first attempt at OuaTiM, and only my second fanfiction EVER. So if you would be so kind as to review I'd be so grateful, there is nothing that brings joy to a writer-yah ok!-like getting a review, so if you'd be so kind. I don't mind what you say, good/bad/constructive criticism are much welcome… but please, and I mean PLEASE, NO flames…they're not helpful and are very disheartening…that's all I ask. So with out much further ado I give you…my story:
Sheldon was tucked up in his bed fast asleep when the window in the kitchen door was smashed, sending glass tinkling onto the black and white tile floor. An arm reached in and unlocked the back door. The man who entered was aged about mid to late twenties, with uncombed hair and a few weeks worth of stubble, what's more he looked like he hadn't slept or showered in days. The glass crunched under foot as he made his way through he kitchenette to the stairs.
However, before he could reach the top a woman appeared, she was roughly the same age, but she had worry lines that belied her age. "What do you want Ted?" she asked her voice was flat, completely without emotion, but she sounded tired, as if this was not the first time this had happen. Ted didn't stop walking until he was standing just two steps below her; at this angle he had to look up to look her in the eyes. "Jayne, we need to talk, I've changed…" Before he could say anything else she interrupted him "you've always changed" she spat "but you never do, it's all talk, and I'm sick of it, No More! I want you to leave, and don't come back, I've had enough Ted."
With that Ted grabbed her arm, just above the elbow, and yanked her down the stairs after him. When they reached the bottom, he stopped suddenly causing her to run into him, and pulled her towards him so that his face was just inches from hers "Oh, you think you're so perfect little-miss-high-and-mighty! Need I remind you where we met? You were a bloody lap dancer, for Christ sake, so watching you take the moral high ground, is really fucking funny!"
The desperation in his face was evident, and she could feel his hot breath on her face, and smell the alcohol…'well that certainly explains things, for nearly two weeks he's stayed away, and now that he's got a bit of booze inside of him, he's back and any minute now, he's going to turn vicious, so damn predictable! How long will it be before I'm forced to call the police again? And what's more, how long before they do something to keep this bastard away from my family?'
She attempted to pull her arm free all the while trying to focus once again on his drunken ramblings, not the easiest thing to do. 'Yada yada yada' she thought to herself 'change the bloody record1 I've heard all this before…yes it's all my fault that you got fired from STACKING shelves-what the hell, who knew that could happen? And being a worthless, spineless twat, you turn to drink and drugs-again, who knew? She thought sarcastically, she was bitter, she realised this, but she also knew it was with good reason, the waste of space in front of her only bothered to show up when he wanted or needed something, right on cue he said " I need money, rent to pay, and err…" he hesitated, as if forgetting what he was going to say "alcohol to buy" Jayne supplied in a sarcastic manner, but all the same, deadly serious. He turned to face her, anger flashing in his eyes, "No! Don't think you can take that tone with me, I'm still your husband and head of this family!" He had grabbed both her arms and began to shake her.
She managed to get her hands flat on his chest and pushed as hard as she could, he let go and stepped back, "get out Ted, this is neither the time or the place, and if you don't go, things will happen…and the police will have to be called again, and nobody here wants that. Ok?" She tried being the sympathetic and understanding wife, but it obviously didn't work as Ted pulled out a gun and began waving it in her face. "Give me everything you have, where's your handbag? Your purse, where is it?" His voice rising in anger, how dare she talk to him as if he was some kind of retarded child, he'll show her. "Ted, I'm not going to give you anything, I don't have anything you can have." 'She's lying…she's only saying that so that I'll go away empty handed, show her what happens when people lie…bad things happen…' before another word could be said the gun had gone off, Ted looked down at the gun, and then back up at his wife who was trying to stem the bleeding by putting her hands to her chest. He ran…without looking back he raced through the kitchenette, and back out the door into the night. All the while, Jayne had sunk to her knees; she fell backwards, as she lay on the floor her hair was spread around her head, her legs were bent beneath her, and one arm was lay bent to her side, but as the life seeped out of her all she could think was 'please God, take care of my little boy…let him be ok…please, take care…' and with that she had gone.
Suddenly there was the sound of child like footsteps running down the stairs "I heard a loud bang, and I got scared…and…and…you weren't upstairs, don't be mad at me for coming down here…I was scared." A four-year-old Sheldon, dressed in a white dinosaur one-piece pyjama set, had reached the bottom of the stairs. He looked around briefly for his mother, before spotting her in the lounge room, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes widened at the sight of her lying, twisted on the ground, one arm lying on her stomach, her head turned away from him; which can only be a good thing, because she had already died. He crept up to her, he didn't want to scare her by sneaking up on her, she got cross when he did that, and he knelt next to her shoulder, he tapped her ever so gently. 'Uh-oh she spilt something on her nighty' he thought to himself as he gently turned her head towards him with his chubby little hands, 'her eyes are open, so she cant be sleeping, but why isn't she looking at me?' "Mommy?" he gently whispered, only to receive no answer 'was he bad, is that why she wasn't talking to him?' "I'm sorry mommy" and with that he curled up in the crook of her arm, pulled it around him, and just lay next to her. It was here that the policeman found him, a little later on after finally deciding to check out the complaint of a domestic dispute.
That's it I'm afraid, it's a wee bit short but my brain has run dry, so what can I do…If you'd be so kind as to leave a review, I'd be SO grateful, have I mentioned that? Maybe…anyway it's true; so let me know what you think. Thanks again.