I pulled a Cherry Pie out of the oven since I made it for Dinner.

I didn't hear the front door open or close.

"Something smells amazing."

I looked over to the Dining Room doorway.

It was my husband, Kevin who is a Detective with Boston PD.

"Hey. You're home early."

He leaned against the Dining Room doorway.

"Oh, you're killing me." Kevin commented, smiling.

He was loosening his tie as he came into the Kitchen.

"How was your day?"

"Tiring, sweaty, hot, horrible."

Kevin took my arms, wrapping his arms around me.

"Lovely."

He handed me a jewelry box, letting go of me.

"What's this for?"

"What's it for? I need an excuse to give my Wife a gift?"

I opened the jewelry box.

It was a pyramid necklace.

"It's beautiful. Thank you."

"You like it?"

I took it out of the box, holding it in my hand.

"Yeah. It's really gorgeous."

"May I?"

"Of course."

Kevin took it from me.

I moved my hair out of his way.

I pulled the necklace off my throat as Kevin clasped it around my neck for me.

We were sitting at the Dining Room table.

We were eating.

"This is the best pie I've ever tasted." He gave me his opinion.

I got the Cherry pie recipe from our neighbor, the Feldmans.

"Yeah? It's a new recipe." I told Kevin.

"It's so good. So good."

I was finished eating.

It looked like he was done eating too.

"Thank you."

I got up out of my chair.

"Are you done with this?"

"Yeah."

I grabbed mine and Kevin's plates.

I also grabbed the bottle of Wine.

I thought he was done with it.

I walked into the Kitchen.

"You think I'm done with that?" Kevin questioned.

I put the plates in the sink.

I paused in the Kitchen as I went to put the bottle of Wine on the counter.

"No. I was just... Coming to pour you some more." I lied to him.

I walked back into the Dining Room.

I poured more Wine into Kevin's Wine glass.

I had turned my back to him to put the bottle of Wine on the alcohol cart in the Dining Room.

"You want to say something, you say it." Kevin told me.

I turned back around.

I had put the bottle of Wine on the alcohol cart.

"I don't have anything to say." I lied to him.

I shook my head.

Kevin stared in my eyes.

He pointed at me.

"You got that look."

I averted my eyes for a moment.

I refocused on Kevin.

"I don't have any look." I told him, playing dumb.

"Wh- What do you want from me?" Kevin questioned.

"Nothing. I don't want anything." I responded to him.

Kevin smashed his Wine glass because he was mad I lied to him.

I flinched as he smashed his Wine glass.

I was cleaning the glass up off the floor.

If I were to put a pieve of glass in my neck, he wouldn't even notice.

Kevin is such an idiot sometimes.

He gets on my nerves when he's acting like an idiot cause he isn't an idiot.

He only acts like an idiot when he's drunk and mad.

"How many times do you have to hear me say I'm sorry?"

I looked up at Kevin as I continued cleaning the glass up off the floor with the cloth napkin.

"You won't let it rest."

I continued cleaning up the glass.

"Every moment of everyday you want me to apologize. You make me..."

I got up off the foor while he was gonna continue ranting.

I had cut my wrists before really deeply.

Kevin always caught me doing it.

The last time I was at the hospital for cutting my wrists really deeply, I was told if I cut my left wrist or get glass in it again, it's getting amputated.

"No, it's fine. I promise. It's fine."

I sat the cloth napkin with the glass in it on the table.

I brushed my long brown hair out of my face.

"I'm just gonna go put on some Coffee."

I went to walk into the Kitchen.

Kevin abruptly got up out of his chair.

"You think you can walk away from me?" He questioned, putting his hand around my neck.

"No." I answered.

I had my left hand on Kevin's arm.

He was pushing me backwards.

Kevin pushed me backwards into a shelf.

Glass broke as I hit into the shelf.

Some of it got in my left wrist.

"Huh?"

He grabbed my hair.

"Kevin!" I yelled as Kevin threw me into the Living Room.

I landed on the Coffee table, breaking it.

The glass fell out of my left wrist.

I heard a snap and knew it eas my left arm because of the way he threw me.

"What do you want from me, baby?" He questioned, walking closer to me.

"I give you everything! Everything!" Kevin yelled, pulling me up by my long brown hair.

I yelled as he threw me into the Dining Room by my hair.

I stopped myself on the Dining Room table.

I grabbed the sharp knife off the pie tin.

"Stop, please. Kevin, stop, please!" I pled with Kevin.

He kept walking closer to me.

"What do you want from me, huh?"

I sobbed.

"Please. Please, please..."

Kevin saw the knife in my hand.

We got in a fight over it.

"No!"

I gasped.

"Erin, let go before somebody gets hurt."

"No."

He ripped it out of my hands, purposely making it slash my left arm.

Kevin must've forgot about what the Doctor said about my left arm.

It clattered as it hit the floor because he got it out of my hand.

Kevin had his hand around my neck.

"Stop! Please." I pled with him.

Kevin pinned me to the floor by the throat.

"No!"

I had my left hand on his right arm, which was holding my throat.

"Listen to me."

Kevin was above me.

"You listen to me."

I coughed.

"You know that I love you."

"Stop!"

I put my hand on his chest, trying to push him off me.

Kevin was too strong.

"I gave you the necklace for a reason, baby!"

"Kevin!"

"Why did you make me do this?"

I was fighting against him.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

I knew why he was telling me to stop fighting against him. He was telling me to stop fighting against him because if I don't, it hurts more because he'll just tighten his grip on my throat to get a good grip on me to enable me from moving away from him.

"Kevin!"

Kevin became blurry.

"I love you so much and you want to walk away from me?"

I tried to push him off me again.

It didn't work.

I knew soon my air passages will close if I don't get him off me somehow.

I should just let Kevin kill me. He just makes me feel worthless and like there's no point to live. And he makes me feel completely alone.

He knew I was claustrophobic, so that didn't help either.

"Don't you love me too?"

I looked over and saw that the knife was in reach of me.

I had to grab it with my left arm, which extremely hurt.

Kevin didn't notice that I grabbed it because he was too busy choking me.

I stabbed him in the side.

Kevin shouted, falling off me.

He clutched his side.

I got up off the floor.

I ran to our room.

I was panting and sobbing.

I can't believe I just stabbed my husband with a knife. But he totally deserved it for not letting go of my throat.

I quickly packed a sack of clothes.

I found out I was five months pregnant yesterday.

I was planning on telling Kevin tonight but you see how that worked out. And that I'm pregnant with triplets. It's not noticeable because of my metabolism.