Murder.

She had murder in her eyes, she was going to kill him. He had it coming after all she'd been through, the hurt, pain, the abuse and fighting through all the bull crap.

How could that hairy, arrogant, high fluting, ass hole rock star hall-of-famer do this to her? She was so hurt, broken and lost. But all of that was about to change, she had her passport, a stack of cash, her suitcase was loaded in her car and she made sure the country she was going to didn't allow extradition treaties with the US.

It had taken her weeks of planning and plotting, well actually it had been three months since she had caught him cheating on her. After being married for five glorious years making some of the best music ever she caught him cheating on her...with HER SISTER! Of all of the lowlife skanky things he could have done he was cheating on her with one of her sisters! The nerve of him!

She pulled into the driveway with her headlights off. She had told her husband that she was going to be away for a week or so because of a record label meeting and recording session. Which was partially true, but it was in town and only for that day.

This was the culmination on her master plan, the gun had been the hardest part so far because she had to get one that was easy to shoot, hair-trigger and was fairly quiet. That and she had to learn how to control the weapon and not make sloppy mistakes with it.

Her car idled in the driveway as she looked towards the window of their bedroom and what she saw made her smirk like the devil himself. Tonight would be a night of revenge, a night of repaying in kind all the hurt that she had to endure at his betrayal.

The fates were smiling on her this moonless and cloudy night. Getting out of her car, not bothering to lock or shut it off she made her way quietly towards their door and slipped the key ever so quietly, and in a flash she was in the house. She was as quiet as a mouse while ascending the stairs which would lead to their master bedroom. The sounds of lustful sex was as loud as a rock concert, it fueled her hate and tormented her soul to hear the passion that they once shared wasted on that whore of a sister of hers.

She kicked the door open and startled the love birds and in the blink of an eye the gun leveled and flashed once, twice, thrice and by the eighth time it clicked. The expressions of the startled lovers frozen in time looking towards the door where their murderer stood, evil smile and sinister laugh echoing in the deadly silence.

Walking down the stairs she removed the clothes she used to commit the crime throwing them casually on couch. She didn't care anyways, she was never going to have to pay for her crime she had ensure of that.

The airplane was already in the air when she finally regained her self control and her mind began to replay the events of her vengeance, then horror struck her. She killed the wrong people. Was her husband even cheating on her?

It was then that her phone vibrated with a text message.

"Brittany! Simon and Jeanette have been murdered. Someone broke into our house and killed them! Where are you? I'm at your hotel room. I wanted to surprise you. Hope you're ok."

A/N: Still lurking around FF but I've moved on (mostly) to MLP FiM stories. Sadly I don't write much of anything anymore. This little story was inspired by the song "This Little Girl" and you can look it up on youtube. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense and is hard to follow. I did that on purpose as you're living in the turmoil of her mind as she deals with the feelings of being cheated on and how that drives her mad. Hope you enjoy it, and before you ask, no I don't think there's going to be a follow up chapter/story. Also there's very little chance of me writing endings to some or most of my stuff. The only one that I might actually work on would be the infamy one and that's a huge maybe.