To Be Your Lawful
He collapses into the bed, exhausted. He just had a bad day at work. He made several amateur mistakes. He couldn't concentrate. He lost his temper and almost shouted at a couple friends and colleagues. He ignored his mother's calls. He feels like smacking someone. He can take care of himself.
His stomach growls. The fridge is empty and he hasn't done the laundry. All of a sudden, the house feels too big. He closes his eyes and lets the anger burn inside. Emily's lawyer left him yet another message. Everyone down at the station tried hard not to show their sympathy. He's a wreck, that much he knows. No one can blame him. He's the victim here. He won't sign the divorce papers. She will have to come to beg him. In person. He will look her in those blue, blue eyes. He will ask her why. Who knows? Maybe he'll even ask for break up sex. He'll ask her to reconsider. His stomach growls again.
He needs to eat something. He's too tired to move a finger. He needs to piss. He lets out a groan. He gets up. He also needs a shower.
He pays the pizza delivery guy, locks the door, and turns on the TV. He take s a hearty bite of the gooey happiness. The Yankees won. He takes a gulp of the cold cold beer. Yay. Sorry, no happy dance. He finishes the pizza. He licks his fingers. He enjoys the last drop of his beer. He yawns. He hasn't had sex in ages. Orgasm is so overrated. He will survive. He burps. He scratches himself. This is going to be a lonely night. No man is an island? He snorts. Says who?
At some point he falls soundly asleep. The lock tumbles. He snores louder. A shadowy figure comes in. He never hears the soundless feet. Cold slender hands snake around his neck and like a boa constrictor start choking him. He jerks awake and tries to struggle but the grip is too strong and too determined to break loose from. He stares up and gazes into the cold blue fury. Her beautiful face is contorted.
"Leave us alone." Emily warns, her voice a low hiss. "Do not stand in my way."
He starts to panic. He feels the bad kind of dizzy. Like the time he got shot. Like the time he got run over by a car. His vision blurs as his brain starts to shut down. He knows he's going to die. He senses the fear. He can not breathe. The woman he loves, his wife, is crazier than the Evil Witch of the East. His life slips away. All his anger vaporizes. Pure terror fills the void. Emily. Sweet Emily. Emily. Crazy Emily. The red red lips curl into a sneer. The cold blue eyes are not human. He gasps out his last breath...
He screams himself awake. Morning light shines through from the windows. The lights and the TV are still on. His heart jumps in his chest. Gingerly he puts his hand on his throat.
With shaking hands Joe Morelli signs the divorce papers.
His neck looks normal and is bruise-free.
He can still feels the swelling.