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"Oh my god!" Amy screamed.
The room was askew and written all over the walls in red were the words 'CHEATING BITCH.' The scene was very similar to that of Ted and Amy's house. And the red was probably blood.
"Oh, dear," The clerk said, "I don't know how this could have happened."
"We were only gone for one goddamn hour!" Ted yelled.
"I'm going to go call the police," The clerk said, and walked off.
Amy tightly shut her eyes, hoping to rid her mind of the sight, and grabbed Ted. "Ted," she cried. "Ted, I think someone knows that I cheated on Mort."
Saying Mort's name out loud cast a deep pain in her heart, a pain somewhat similar to just being stabbed with a dagger. It brought a another flood of memories of Mort into her mind as well. She winced at the physical and mental pain, as it wreaked itself upon her.
Amy began to daydream...
It was a flashback of a bright and sunny day that she had used to tend to her garden.
Amy crouched over her garden, admiring the lovely little souls that she had put her heart into.
Mort suddenly appeared from behind the house. He approached her and crouched behind her.
"Hello, beautiful," Mort whispered into her ear.
Amy was startled and turned around. But she lost her balance and fell on her back, in the garden.
Amy giggled, "Hi, Mort. You gave me a quite a scare there!"
"Oh, really?" He moved over to her and hovered over her body, "I'm sorry."
Amy noticed that he was wearing a large black felt hat, the kind that you might associate with the amish. He looked ridiculous in the thing, "Take off that silly thing," She said, laughing at him, as she pulled the hat off his head and tossed it away.
"How about I make it up to you?" Mort said, bending his head down to hers. He kissed her, raised up his head and looked at her. She pulled him back down and they kissed passionately in the garden for the rest of the afternoon.
The flashback faded...
Tears began to pour down her cheeks.
She began to daydream again...
It was a flashback of a time when she had come home late after going to the movies with some of her girlfriends.
Amy walked through the front door of the house and closed it.
Mort was sitting silently on one of the chairs in the living room, a look of anger cast upon his face.
Amy approached him cautiously, "H-H-Hi, Mort. Sorry I'm late. The girls and I went out for some coffee after the movie and I guess we must've just lost track of the time."
Mort stood up from the chair, "Lost track of the time? It's fucking 2am! You know perfectly well that you weren't with 'the girls'. You were out sleeping with another man, weren't you? Weren't you!"
"Mort! I am not lying! You can even call up Sally, or Betty and ask them. They'll tell you it's true!" Amy defended.
"Oh, I see. So you've got your little friends in on the whole thing too, eh? Well, that's good. It's always nice to have an alibi when you're out fucking around with other men!" Mort yelled.
Amy's eye caught on the table next to the chair that Mort was sitting in and noticed that there was an empty bottle of Jack Daniel's lying on it, "There's no talking to you when you're like this..," Amy muttered to herself and walked away.
Mort heard her, "When I'm like what? Concerned that my wife is cheating on me?" Mort yelled, and pulled Amy back to him.
"Let go of me, Mort. You're hurting me!" Amy screamed.
"I thought little whores like you liked it rough?" Mort said, tightening his grip on Amy's arm.
"Owww!" Amy yelled.
Mort pushed her up against the wall and punched her in the face. Amy fell to the floor.
"Slut..," Mort said, grabbed his car keys from the hook on the wall, and walked out of the house slamming the door behind him.
Amy lay on the floor, trying to catch her breath. She heard Mort's car start up and leave the house.
The flashback faded...
"Amy! Amy!" Ted yelled, shaking Amy in his arms.
Amy came out of her trance of Mort and looked up at Ted, her eyes were blurry from tears, "I think that that someone is... Mort."