A/N: I couldn't help but noticing that I didn't get many reviews, should I
continue? I mean, I am definitely putting up this chapter but if no one
thinks that I should keep going with my story I may abandon it... PLEASE R&R!
This is where the action starts!
(P.S. Muchas Gracias to my first reviewer!!!)
Caught... A Cold?
On an exceptionally chilly day in March, Tom had an unusual opportunity. Scarlett was sick, complaining of excess flatulence and constant nausea. It's the beans, thought Tom, but was extremely reluctant to say so. Instead, mindful of Scarlett's temper, he said, "Honey, I think probably you have a stomach virus."
To which she replied, "Shut up, asshole, and call Dr. Philbaum!"
He scurried obediently to do her bidding. He got on the line with the doctor's secretary (She's such a pretty little thing, Tom thought.) He scheduled an appointment for Scarlett that same day, and as she left, he called "Good luck, Scarlett!"
I hope she has stomach cancer that-
Where did that thought come from? I love Scarlet she's my wife-
You don't love her you don't you don't you don't-
Of course I do! She is a beautiful woman-
She is ugly she stopped being beautiful when she came out of the womb oh dear sweet Tommy, you're in denial you hate her hate hate hate hate you hate her hate her hate her-
I don't hate anyone-
Yes you do you hate one person and that person you hate you absolutely hate with all your heart is Scarlett, Scarlett Havelock wife of Tommy Havelock you hate her you want her dead-
NONONONONO-
Kill her kill her kill her kill her make her bleed kill kill killlllllllll-
Kill her? No I cant even kill a stray spider in the basement I cant kill-
KILL HER-
"Stop it!" Shouted Tom to the rouge voice in his head. Old Mrs. Henderson looked at him strangely... but then again, ever since he married Scarlett she didn't like him. He went inside. He was very distressed, but also intrigued. He had never thought that murder might be the answer to his problems.
Kill her, what a good idea, I could stab her and no one would hear her screams Mrs. Henderson is away on the weekends, I could hide her body and it would be done, all done, no more Scarlett, no more Scarlett, how wonderful would that be, no more no more Scarlett no more no more no more no more...
He shook his head violently. There was no way he would resort to such appalling behavior, it just wasn't right. Yet, the small voice in the back of his head grew stronger and stronger...
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill-
A/N: I hope you like it, I decided to get a bit creative with the voices... please R&R so I can decide if I want to continue!!!! (
Caught... A Cold?
On an exceptionally chilly day in March, Tom had an unusual opportunity. Scarlett was sick, complaining of excess flatulence and constant nausea. It's the beans, thought Tom, but was extremely reluctant to say so. Instead, mindful of Scarlett's temper, he said, "Honey, I think probably you have a stomach virus."
To which she replied, "Shut up, asshole, and call Dr. Philbaum!"
He scurried obediently to do her bidding. He got on the line with the doctor's secretary (She's such a pretty little thing, Tom thought.) He scheduled an appointment for Scarlett that same day, and as she left, he called "Good luck, Scarlett!"
I hope she has stomach cancer that-
Where did that thought come from? I love Scarlet she's my wife-
You don't love her you don't you don't you don't-
Of course I do! She is a beautiful woman-
She is ugly she stopped being beautiful when she came out of the womb oh dear sweet Tommy, you're in denial you hate her hate hate hate hate you hate her hate her hate her-
I don't hate anyone-
Yes you do you hate one person and that person you hate you absolutely hate with all your heart is Scarlett, Scarlett Havelock wife of Tommy Havelock you hate her you want her dead-
NONONONONO-
Kill her kill her kill her kill her make her bleed kill kill killlllllllll-
Kill her? No I cant even kill a stray spider in the basement I cant kill-
KILL HER-
"Stop it!" Shouted Tom to the rouge voice in his head. Old Mrs. Henderson looked at him strangely... but then again, ever since he married Scarlett she didn't like him. He went inside. He was very distressed, but also intrigued. He had never thought that murder might be the answer to his problems.
Kill her, what a good idea, I could stab her and no one would hear her screams Mrs. Henderson is away on the weekends, I could hide her body and it would be done, all done, no more Scarlett, no more Scarlett, how wonderful would that be, no more no more Scarlett no more no more no more no more...
He shook his head violently. There was no way he would resort to such appalling behavior, it just wasn't right. Yet, the small voice in the back of his head grew stronger and stronger...
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill-
A/N: I hope you like it, I decided to get a bit creative with the voices... please R&R so I can decide if I want to continue!!!! (
