Chapter Seven

Everything seemed to be ok for the time being. They ran around the house holding hands, lauging infectiously and always with beaming smiles on their faces. It is what love is supposed to be: sheer unabated happiness. Thats not to say there werent rought moments. She hated it when he came home late. She knew he was just working, but she was never able to get that thought of him and the intern out of the back of her head, no matter how much she felt the intensely growing love between them. She knew she would have to get rid of sometime. Really, she just hoped she would grow old and he would grow old and ugly and no one would want any of him, as screwed up as that might sound, it was what she hoped. She didnt see any other way for her to stop worrying about it.

Chapter Six

Sitting on the front step was her husband. His head buried in his hands and tucked between his legs like a dog tucks his tail when it runs away scared. He was trying to say something through the sobs, she was unable to make it out though. It sounded like "....sorry......soo.....sor..."

Stand there was all she could do. Millions of thoughts were racing through her mind about how to respond. She didnt know anything. Mercifully breaking the tense awkwardness of the moment, he turns around to see her standing there, looking utterly lost.

He begins to stand up, struggles at first, but refuses to give up until he is standing and facing her. He looks into her eyes, takes her hand into his and tells her "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I am so tremendously sorry. I should never walk out the door like I just did, but you have to trust me. I would never betray you like that. Never ever. Has the thought crossed my mind? Perhaps, but I don't love her and I never will. Do you know why?"

She struggles to mutter a "why?" as tears are beginning to stream down her red cheeks.

"Because you are the one I love and thats the way it is. There isnt another woman in the world for me."

Chapter Five

She picks herself up off the ground. Slowly. One piece at a time. She isn't sure what to feel. Is he coming back? Is she completely wrong to think that? Who the hell did he think he was just leaving like that? She doesn't know what to do. With that thought she once again collapses onto the floor in a crying heap of wet tears.

Slowly, she once again picks herself up. Her anger had flowed away leaving an empty void that was being rapidly filled with fear. A lonely fear that left her alone in the house with nothing to do.

"I'm so scared. He's never coming back. How can I blame him? I was a bitch, an asshole, a royal prick to him. How stupid was I to think he was with that intern? He loves me and I know that. He wouldnt touch me with such a wonderfully gentle touch if he didn't. Its not possible." All of this was comprehendable only in her mind as her sobs forced her words into incomprehensible bursts of air."

She opens the door, still crying, but ready to go find him and apologize. She had no other choice she thought. Her feet never crossed the threshold.

Chapter Four

The door closes behind him as he walks into the front foyer and looks at the the clock reading 7:15. Also known as bitching hour in this house.

He had been working late training a new intern at his office. How he got stuck with the job was beyond him considering the fact he had just started working their a little over a year ago. At the time he had received the task he didnt complain though. It felt like a trustworthy honor that had been bestowed upon him. The first time he met her, he couldn't believe his luck. . . or is eyes for that matter. She was a stunning, feet-sweeping beauty of a blond with curves that rival the twisting country road he drove to work every day. On top of that she had a voice that quite possibly had come from a Roman goddess.

This was how he knew the shit was about to hit the fan.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HOME SO LATE? ITS 7 FUCKING 15! IF YOU WERE OFF IN SOME GODDAMN BACK ROOM WITH THAT SLUT" she pauses, plotting what to say. "YOU WON'T SEE YOUR OWN DAMN FEET AGAIN UNLESS YOU CAN LOOK AT YOUR OWN ASS!"

"Oh so now your accusing me of screwing this dumb intern! Thats ridiculous. I CANNOT believe you would throw something so ridiculous and insulting at me. YOUR HUSBAND!"

His fist buries itself in the cheap plaster of a first-home wall as he screamed in frustration. He turns, slams the door behind him, leaving his wife collapsed like a heap of crying trash.

Chapter Three

"I can't believe I forgot about dinner. How long were we up there fooling around with your wings?" she asks him with a mischievous smile.

"Oh....I don't know, half an hour maybe" he says. "You know how long I can go" he adds with a chuckle while covering himself with his bathrobe which had slipped open to reveal a little bit of himself. Nothing she hadn't seen, especially in recent history.

Together they walk out of the room and head downstairs, stopping to pick up the remnants of their escapade that had been left alone on the steps. He tosses his shirt on a rail, seeing the red stain, but letting the sight pass throuugh his mind without much thought. Hand in hand, they walk into the kitchen together to survey the damage. The steak looks alright, but neither one of them want to risk it.

Unfortunately the lid of the trash can swings open, clanging against the wall as she drops a beautiful, ruined steak into the pit and then clangs the lid shut.

"How about PB and J sweetie?" she asks him with a dissapointed smile on her face.

Chapter Two

The front door opened, letting in the light of a warm, sun-filled afternoon along with the call of the loving words "Hey sweetie! I'm home!"

Amanda walked around the corner, into the foyer, her once-angelic white apron stained from cooking dinner.

"Hey baby. I've missed you all day."

"I know love, I've been counting down the seconds until I got off. As soon as I was free, I flew home!"

"You flew home just for me? Let me see those sexy wings. I bet they'd make for an interesting time upstairs" she said in a jokingly seductive voice accompanied by a quick wink.
Luke seemed to miss the joke as he closed in for a kiss. The pent up passion of being apart for a whole day for the first time since they had said their vows two weeks ago exploded within their lips.

"Want to see my wings baby?" he said in a voice muffled by her lips.

"I don't know. Can your wings handle me?"

"Oh, I think they can. You don't stand a chance against the wingmaster!"

He reaches around to the back or her waist and unties her apron. His hands run up her back and gently slide the apron over her head, letting her sunny blonde hair fall over her shoulders.
The apron falls from his hand onto the floor as he picks her up. She wraps her naked legs around him as she pulls his shirt off and lets it fall on top of her now useless apron. He carries her up the stairs, pressing his wet lips against her soft and tender neck every step of the way until they reach the bedroom where he lays her on the bed and gently shuts the door for a privacy they don't need.

At the foot of the stairs her apron and his shirt sat, the blood on her apron from the steak she had been preparing stained the breast of his shirt.

Chapter One

The deep, red blood slowly ran down the stairs. Soaking step by step into the carpet. The blood slowly came to a stop at a pair of boots, barely staining the toes, at the bottom of the stairs. At the top of the stairs, where his eyes fell, a hand was lying limp in the doorway to the bedroom. The blood slowly dripped off her finger, gathering in a small pool before falling into a cascading red waterfall. He contently smiles, pleased with himself. His eyes take a final glance at his perfect murder. He smiles again and walks out his front door for the final time.

Bloody Love

Bloody Love: A short story