A/N - This is my first story that I made up, let me know what you think.
"Please don't hurt me. I-I won't tell anybody. Just don't kill me." Not listening to a word the victim whispers, the killer shoots between her eyes letting out a loud, heart-stopping, gut-retching explosive sound. The body slumps to the dirty, dusty ground. Silence awakens the dark misty night as the body is hauled to the vehicle. The killer drives the body to the desert where only silence and crooking of animals heard. The driver stops the vehicle, opens the back trunk and dumps the body in a pile of bushes before driving off into the misty cold night.
"Bev I'm home. Where is my dinner at?" Bob asks opening the door to his house.
Here's to hoping tonight will be easier than previous nights. Having a job that requires nothing but demanding work, leaves no energy coming home to a nagging wife constantly bickering about the trivial things. To make things harder, having two kids always wanting to have your attention, knowing you have none to give can make any man go insane.
"It's in the oven, where I always put when you don't come home on time." Beverly answers sarcastically, sitting on the couch.
"DAMN IT, don't give me that attitude." Bob yells back, entering the kitchen.
"What, what attitude am I giving you this time?" She yells back, tired of his complaining.
"You say it like you don't care." he says getting angry from her.
He really doesn't know how he is able to put up with this night after night and still be able to get up in the morning doing it all over again. But then again, he did marry her for many good reasons. He knows for sure they can tackle this hurdle like earlier ones they have come across. Not everyone has a perfect relationship, family, and friendship. If they were perfect, we would all be living in a fairytale dream.
She gets up from the couch after watching "Jerry Springer." Walks into the kitchen where Bob is standing. She strokes his cheek.
She hates going through yelling matches with Bob every night. While he works a long and trying job, she takes care of the house and kids. Making sure the kids are ready in the morning, going to the grocery store and going to the bank then coming back home to clean clothes and vacuuming practically each room. After picking up the kids, dinner is prepared hoping he will come home on time and in a good mood,
"You know I don't mean it that way, it's just..." she says softly.
"What baby, what is it?" He asks softly, holding her hand.
"I get the feeling that there's someone else you're seeing." Beverly says bowing her head down.
"WHAT... are you kidding me? How could there be anyone else?" he asks confused.
"You know what you're right, I'm sorry I said that." She says quietly, moving away slowly.
She regrets saying anything at all and hopes tonight won't end badly like some earlier nights. She should have known better than to think he was seeing someone else knowing that he truly wants her and nobody else. She just hopes their kids don't come to see what is going on.
"NO TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN?" he yells demanding.
"Just forget I said anything. You go ahead and sit down while I get you re..."
Bob shoves her against the wall. She slowly slides down the wall and looks up at him, expecting the worst to come. Hoping the mark he is about to leave will go away before morning, so the kids/anyone don't ask any questions. He stares down at her cold-heartedly, as if about to punch her. All of a sudden a small voice speaks up, stopping him in time.
"Mommy, daddy what's going on?" The four-year old girl wearing purple pajamas asks. looking confused at why her mother is on the floor.
Bob's face took on a look of innocence as he turns around to look at the little girl and holds out his hand at Beverly. Beverly carefully takes his hand, letting him help her up.
"Nothing baby, your mother and I were just talking." he says sweetly, walking over and crouching down to her height.
He turns to look at his wife urging her to go along with it. Knowing what's to come if she doesn't Beverly played along. He wants their kids to live in a home that is normal while making sure they have everything that they need without inflicting harm on their lives. Knowing what happens to parents that get out of control not knowing their kids secretly know and damaging them permanently.
"Yea sweetie, we were just talking." Beverly says soothingly, hoping she will believe it.
Maureen looks from one parent to the other trying to understand, but is too tired. She yawns and rubs her eyes.
"Mommy, can you tuck me in?" She asked tiredly.
Beverly looks at her husband checking if it's ok to do so. He stands up allowing Beverly to pick up their daughter and gives her a warning look as she walks past him.
"Sure sweetie, I'll tuck you in." She says smiling sweetly, carrying her upstairs.