Bella why don't you come on out honey. We have to talk." To talk, to talk? I'm pissed the hell off and this man wants to talk? To talk? Where was he when I wanted to talk? I had called every single one of the damn pack members until they would just tell me Jared told them to not tell me where he was. Really? So I stopped. It's been a month. A month and now all of a sudden out of nowhere he wants to talk. To talk. Talk. Well I'll show him how I talk. Looking around the house I couldn't help but get angry. II was nowhere in this house, in fact it looked like that of a poor bachelor. Looking at the tv I couldn't fight the smirk that made its way slowly to my face.
So you want to ignore me for a month and then decide to talk. Fine. Taking the nearest object in reach I hurled it at his most loved item. His girl, his women, that new plasma TV. It's shiny screen cracked and the hammer stay wedged in between its now messed up face. Walking, no stalking I grabbed the handle and pulled it out only to bring it back down again and again and again ten times more. Hunting for my next prey I smiled in glee. Nearly running towards the game systems that to mocked me in my defeat I raised my weapon over my head letting them meet the same fate as the other one did. All thos beautiful shiny toys now laid strewn across the room their body parts slashed and dented to lay dead.
Adrenaline rushing threw my veins and my blood pumping through my heart I let out a laugh. I could feel it from my belly to my head. I … It…. It was just so damn hilarious. Hilarious. Oh man. Those cabinets. Those very ones I told him to fix and he never did and lead to me going to the hospital with a concussion. Those were getting exactly what they deserve. A beating. Speed walking to my destination I zeroed in on my target and they wobbled in fear. Letting out my war cry I ran like an Indian with a mouth of a banshee and slashed my blade against flesh. They surrendered yet I gave no mercy and they too were slain and left to deteriorate in the dust of my anger.
What more than angered me other than the TV and game systems that gained my husband's affection and attention and the cupboard doors that fought me in a fit of jealousy was that damn bathroom. Oh did he piss me off. Throwing fits and continuing to cause rifts because it was never satisfied with what we have done. I have gone on my hands and knees and begged it to forgive Jared for his dirtiness and caused me to yell at Jared constantly. I scrubbed it clean and yet it decided to throw a fit when it got a brand new spanking shower head. Its services broke down and the king's throne was no longer in working condition. The king was constantly mad over such a thing and decided to yell at me for his discomfort.
Dancing in a murdering rage I swung my arms about vibrating as it came into contact with the porcelain seat and throbbing as glass met skin. That shower that was once our private romance cave now angered me as all the memories of our once upon a time love dawned upon me. No longer would we have such a thing. No longer was out love for each other going to last for like a book there is the beginning and the end.
As I thought about all the things that reminded me of our once upon a time love I killed it with fast and strong hits until it no longer exists. My mind and attention were solely concentrated at the tasks at hand. I never noticed the door opening and the pack coming in, until…..
