Hey, This is a story I started to write when I was REALLY bored in a ICT lesson, and I want to see what people think, so please comment I don't care if it's praise or critisim. Praise would be nice, But I would like to know some bad points aswell as good ones. So let me know what you think, and bare in mind I had just finished reading 'Lucy's child' by Shaun Hutson (Brilliant author) And I fancied a shot at writing my own partial horror that is outside of fantasy. So please comment and Ill be posting chapter two very soon. )

It was one of those bleak December evening where the sky was that seductive pinkie purple, which seemed like a little ray of hope to light up Sarah's day in the drab street she regrettably had to call her work place, which was the dull trade of in land revenue. Her breath misting before her, like steam from a boiling kettle. The crisp frost covered ground crunching beneath her feet. Sarah drew her luxuriously thick, red woollen scarf around her neck and over her mouth, shielding her from the bitter wind. Sarah was how you'd imagine a Celtic women to look like, her pale skin, her wavy dark chestnut tresses which normally tumbled down to her hips, was pushed out of her face with a dark red Alice-band. Peering over the downy material around her neck were the most striking pair of vibrant green eyes imaginable, fiercely outlined flaunting their sensual shape. She pulled her knee length jet black winter coat around her smiling faintly, as she pulled out her keys and unlocked her silver mondeo and she slid into the sleek leather seat, before driving out of her offices car park and down into the busy motorway.

Drumming her long, slender leather clad fingers on the smooth steering wheel, glancing at the digital clock on her dash board. 5:35. Already getting dark, in the typical winters day way.

Finally reaching home Sarah walked down the laminated hallway, her high heeled boots clicking on the bright surface, hanging her thick coat on a hanger, revealed her work attire consisting on a tight fitting knee length skirt, a white blouse and dainty square toed high heels. Walking into their extravagant sitting room, she dropped onto one of the plump, squishy sofa's arching her back as she rested her head on the back of the couch, peeling off her gloves she sighed, eyes closed as she kicked off her shoes. Her left hand had two gold bands bound around her slender third finger. One an engagement ring, a single heart shaped diamond with two green rocks beside it, and finally the lone gold loop which hidden with in the gold band was engraved, 'Till the end of time'.

The thought made Sarah chuckle. She was already struggling to remain with her husband in the now, not to mention 'Till the end of time'. After being married for since the age of twenty-four, and their fifth anniversary coming up, she partly regretted ever standing before him, and saying the binding word 'I do' in their simple chapel ceremony. She couldn't deny the love she still felt for the man she called, her husband. But she no longer liked him nor felt still 'in' love with him, making their marriage a little bit of a trial.

After a mere year and a half, her dear husband Alexander Geris had hired a new assistant whom was a little older, but knew how to captivate and lure men to her.

Sarah acted like she wasn't aware, but other than the fact Reid Blackwitch, a friend from secondary school in fact worked with her Alex, and being as queer as you'd expect the people in the YMCA to be, got friendly with the other woman known as Sharron. Sarah had also noticed the fact their sex life was no longer as frequent as it once was, unless she started to question that he was interesting in another woman, also the hicks on his neck that she knew weren't made by her, and the stench of cheap perfume all over him.

Pushing the thought away, Sarah opened her vibrant green orbs with a start as the phone began to ring. Clumsily scooping the phone from it's cradle she pressed the green button, and held it to her ear.

"Hello?" She questioned softly, "Sarah Geris Here." she added in case it was a business call or a missed call to save them saying something like: 'Hello, is Glady Waters there.'

In response to her comment she heard the familiar seductively, husky chuckle, one that even to this day made her smile.

"Oh, So this isn't the 'Howdy doo strip club' down the road? I wanted to check how Foxy Roxy was after her boob job, after all she is my particular favourite." Alex teased lightly, this still being a personal joke since when they were first dating, and after Sarah getting utterly and completely rat assed and drunkenly, decided to call Alex up on her mobile to his, so even though she said she was Roxy, he was fully aware it was her, and had called her than since that day.

Sarah giggled softly, feeling girly and reminded herself of her affections for this man. "Oh, Roxy is fine, she is missing you tremendously though, but assures us she'll be back next week." She responded playing along grinning. "Why'd you call anyway? Is something wrong?" she questioned, concern, dripping off every word she spoke.

Alex's voice softened gently "No, nothing at all pet, Just wanted to hear the voice of my beautiful wife." he crooned tenderly, causing Sarah to blush and giggled again.
"You have such a gorgeous laugh. But Honey, I'll be late home. A very important business meeting came up, but I'll be in time for dinner. I promise. Alright, I love you." He blurted out, and before Sarah could respond the phone line went dead.

She frowned slightly.

'A business meeting?'

Not even a dog would fall for that lousy excuse. His work never even had business meetings!

Sarah let out a deep sigh, she raised an eyebrow as the phone began to ring. 'It must be Alex ' she though 'Making sure I'm not guessing what he's really doing. Or shall I say, who?' Yet again she pressed the read phone and placed it to her ear. This time adopting an American accent, "Well, Hi there sugar lamb. I just got back. Foxy Roxy has missed her man." She purred seductively, that always seemed to keep them both amused, and made her evening a little more interesting. But much to her own horror, it wasn't Alex.

"H-hello? Is Mrs Geris there? I think I have the wrong number. Who's this then?" questioned a deep yet soothing voice of her male business partner, Gareth Simms.
"No, it's the right number. I thought you were someone else…Anyway, Gareth, why are you calling?" Sarah questioned with a small frown, sitting up a little straighter. She never got calls out of work. Sure her and Gareth were good enough business partners to go out and get a few drinks together, but they never called one another. To personal, and Alex didn't like her being any where near him, and a phone call would just cause problems. "You know my husband would go mad if he picked up to you." She hissed.

Gareth let out a soft laugh, "You thought I was someone else. Who were you talking to? Being a dirty bitch now are we? Daddy like. He teased lightly with a grin. "Besides, I don't think your husband would approve of you talking filthy like that to anyone but him." He added.

"Behave yourself Gareth. You have an even more soiled mind than my own! " Sarah scolded, but not firmly, more a polite reminder. "Now, what's up?" she added.
"Just thought I would let you know, the boss is coming around to check the offices. So don't be late, or we will both get bollocked." He informed her gently.
"Alright, Thank you for the reminded, but need I remind you I won't be in?" Sarah pointed out.

Gareth sounded taken aback. "What? Why? Why won't you be in?" he questioned, sounding panicky.

Sarah laughed soundly. "Don't get worked up. It's mine and my husbands anniversary. I took the day off and spending the whole time with him. Why did you sound so worried? I thought you'd be glad to see the back of me." she added

Gareth made what sounded like a nervous laugh, "Well…Umm…Uhh…" He stammered with a chuckle.

"Come on, Spit it out." She challenged, adoring the way she could make him squirm.

Gareth exhaled deeply, "Look, Sarah. I may not show it, but I do in fact care." he stated finally.

Sarah laughed "No shit Sherlock! I would never have guessed." she teased. "Come on, I care about you too. You don't have to act as if I never knew." She commented "You're a old him friend out of the work place." She told him softly.

'Yet you have never even had an inckling, of how much or how long I have cared more about you than I should've.' he thought bitterly. Clearing his throat he sighed, "Anyway, I should let you go. Don't want dear old Alex getting his knickers in a twist, because his vertous wife is talking to wicked Gareth now do we?" He questioned playfully.

Sarah burst out laughing at this point. "Vertous? I lost my virtue in both sense years ago! Besides, He won't care, he's late again. Business meeting." She commented, taking a more serious note for her last comment.
"Ahhh." Gareth mumbled, he had been aware of Alex's antics for a while. Reid did get a little carried away when it came to gossip and was incapable of keeping ANYTHING a secret, even to people he barely knew, much like Gareth. "Will you be alright? If not I can come over and stay with you till five minutes before he's due home?" He offered gently.

"I am a big girl now Gareth. I don't need someone holding my hand, for everything." Sarah insisted, feeling deeply pleased he had such a big heart, but knew that even if she wasn't fine he couldn't come over. Gareth's cologne was definitely both fine smelling and clung to the area like a baby chimpanzee. Alex would have smelt the liquid before he even set foot into the house, and accuse her of an affair. Unexplainable logic. Alex was allowed his little strumpet, and that's all fine and dandy, but Sarah just having the smell of a different brand of lynx on her, is high territory and Alex won't speak to her till the next day, once he was in a good mood after shagging Sharron in some random place, and he'd expect her to be thankful for it.

"I should go…I need to get things ready for Alex's tea. I'll speak to you Thursday…" Sarah breathed, knowing that she best keep her head down and get busy before her husband got home.

These words made Gareth's blood boil. Sarah was being taken for a mug. Alex had been cheating on her a while and Sarah was aware of it, from what Reid told him anyway, yet she was still being the perfect house wife and focusing on his needs. In his mind she deserves better. He didn't mean to say it, it just suddenly spilled from his lips.

"Sarah, Wait. You shouldn't have to put up with him doing things like this. You deserve better. He is a wanker and treats you like dirt. You have been married to him for five years, and if he hasn't realised by now how wonderful, and special you are he doesn't deserve you." he blurted out.

Sarah froze, "W-what are you talking about?" She questioned defensively, not realising how much of a blabber mouth Reid was.

Gareth breathed in sharply. Too late to turn back now… "I know about Alex and Sharron. I'm really sorry." he whispered.

Sarah felt as if she had plummeted into a endless black void. Her mouth felt dry, when she finally spoke, her voice sounded painful and hoarse. "How?" was the only thing she could say.

"Reid. He told me not long after he told you." He purred softly, knowing this may put a strain on their friendship, for as long as Alex was around that would be all they were.

"I-I got to go…I'm sorry Gareth. I can't talk to you right now." Sarah suddenly called, slamming the phone down and leaning back in her seat, groaning as she heard the door open and close, her eyes shutting and blocking out the rest of the world, including the conversation that had just taken place a few moments ago.
"Sarah? Honey, are you in?" Called the husky tone of voice of her husband.
Slowly hauling herself to her feet she stood in the door way, leaning slanted against the frame, smiling at her dazed partner peering around for her, smirking faintly before advancing toward her.

Alex all in all was a very attractive man, he was tall, broad shoulders with a toned physic. His eyes were a deep, dark midnight blue and a head full of strawberry blond hairs, his jaw and cheeks were tinged a red colour from his lack of shaving that morning, giving him that typical rugged look he was for some strange reason fond of. The height difference was fairly remarkable, Sarah was tall but still only came up to his pecks. Stooping down to his wife, he brushing his lips lightly against hers.
A sudden over powering stench of cheap perfume came over her, the usual stomach turning smell of Sharron's perfume. Sarah sighed and looked at her feet, with a sigh, closing her deep green eyes. She couldn't take sharing her husband anymore.

"Honey? Something wrong?" He asked softly placing two fingers below her chin, and tilted her whole face up to look at him.

Sarah sighed finally opening her eyes. "It's nothing. Bad day at the office." she answered simply not having the heart to confront him on his affair just yet.

Pulling away from him and turned into the kitchen, picking up her dark blue apron, and tied it around her waist, as she busied herself which preparing dinner. Typical Wednesday meal. Meat and vegetables. Well, just vegetables for Sarah, being a devoted vegetarian since she was fifth teen. Sticking her tongue out in disgust as she put the raw pink body of a small bird, in all honestly she refused to say it was chicken it was so small and only big enough for one person, so knew that it would be alright for this purpose and didn't argue, and took to chopping up the vegetables, her green eyes watching her every movement, jumping as two strong arms appeared around her waist, and her husbands head rested on her shoulder, placing a kiss into the crook of her neck, causing an involuntary shiver travel through her body, as smile tugging at her lips.

"So what is for dinner tonight?" Alex questioned, picking up a piece of carrot she had just chopped up and ate it.

"Do you really need to steal what I just chopped up? And you are having Vegetables like I am having, and unlike me you will be having Chicken I think." Sarah answered simply, tapping his hand away as it attempted to swipe another chunk away.

"Chicken you think?" He questioned pulling away to peer through the glass at the roasting "Too small. Chicken's I've seen are bird, plump and covered in feathers, and should remain that way." She answered softly.

Alex guffawed with laughter, He always loved hearing his wife complain and insist that animals should not be eaten, "But my dear hear, animals need to loose their coats of fur, hide, or feathers to be eaten and they are bred to do so." he insisted gently.

"It's still wrong!" Sarah protested pouting.

"It isn't." he interjected kissing her forehead lightly, "Call me when dinners ready, I want to see what's on Television." He announced and left Sarah alone in the kitchen, as soft sigh leaving her lips as she continued to slice the vegetables in silence.