Horror (One-Shots)

Broke

Broke

"God damn it Saki! Bring me some beer!" I hate that my wife is slow at everything she does. I am the breadwinner of the house, yet I get no good service in return.

"Sorry dear." She quickly gets up to fetch me a can of beer. She hands it to me, hands all shaky.

I looked down at my dinner. We had fish, and a salad. How can she expect me to eat such rubbish? I looked up to glare at my wife, and useless son. They both had their heads down as if scared by me.

"How can I eat this?! Where is the meat?!" My voice roars as loud as my empty stomach. "You think I'm some animal?! You think I'm a cow that only feeds on vegetables?! Disgusting!"

"Sorry dear, I don't have enough living expenses this month." Her voice low, and fidgety.

"LIVING EXPENSES?! GOD DAMN IT!" I flipped over the table, and all the food lands on my wife, and son. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU THAT I WILL HANDLE THE FINANCIAL PROBLEMS?!"

"Sorry." She bows.

"God go get me another beer. I lost my appetite. Dinner will be beer." I groaned, as I watched my wife going to fetch another can. I look over to my son who has his eyes on me. "Something you want?" I glared.

"No." He looks down, and I saw a small grin form on his lips. I chose to ignore such disobedience.

My wife hurries back, and places a fresh new can of cold beer in front of me. I watched them coward in fear. How pathetic. I told both these idiots I will take care of financial issues in one go eventually. They won't listen, and they keep trying to buy cheap things. I do what I do for them, and they disobey me.

Later that afternoon, my wife was peeling an apple with the knife we got last Christmas. It has been a year now, and we still have that shitty old thing.

I watched the ball game on television, and I peeked over to my wife. She looks at me, and turns away once I looked at her.

"Gonna stab me with that?" I grinned, and her eyes widened.

"What?" She seems shocked by my absurd accusations.

"That's what I thought. You wouldn't dare. You don't have the guts." I smirked.

I ate a slice of the apple she cuts. Eating, I realized how fucked up my family is. Before, when I had a successful job that made a generous income, they respected me. Now that I have no job, they don't respect me anymore. They let me have the cheap shitty things in life. They are ratchet parasites that are by far more worst than any wild animal. Their existence sickened me. All they care for is money money money.

"Isn't today payday?" I asked my wife, not averting my gaze from the television.

"I had an advance last week so this week I have nothing." Her head hung low.

"You get a measly amount of money from that shitty food cart you operate outside of baseball games, and you already used it all up?" I felt the veins in my forehead become visible.

"Sorry I didn't know."

"Let's end this today." I grabbed the knife she used to cut the apples. Her eyes widen in fear as tears starts to form in her eyes.

"Please honey I didn't mean to!"

Knife in hand, I thought of the depressing life we have. Everyday we lived in debt. Hundreds of dollars left unpaid.

I am a husband, a father, and a man that is supposed to provide for the family. I am the leader, but I failed.

I quickly dropped the knife. "Is the front door still locked?" I asked.

"Yes. You told us not to open it so we didn't." She keeps her eyes on the floor.

"How much time is left now?" I asked my wife as I began walking away from her.

"Two months."

It's so damn hard to be here. So damn hard to struggle day by day. "Get me a beer." I requested.

Two months has passed by. The same old bullshit everyday. Debt by debt. Bills by bills. It was nonstop.

I went to my calender which had a red circle on the 15th of the month, and was marked 'Insurance'. Today was only the 14th.

"AHHHH!" I screamed out in anger. I punched my window as millions of shards fell to the floor. I flipped over the tables, and knocked over all our family photos! This is taking too long! I am going crazy!

"Beer! You damn parasites!" I screamed, and my wife hands me a beer quickly.

I quickly threw the beer at the wall, and my son grabs me in a hugging position. "Stop it dad. Just hang in there." He tries to prevent me from damaging any more of the house than I've already had.

"Honey we believe in you. You can do it." My wife encourages me, but she has no idea how tough it is living in poverty. Living in the poor.

The next day was the day. The day we can stop living in this hell.

I went to my calendar, and circled the date over, and over. This was it. The insurance will be our savior.

I went to get dress in my suit, grabbed my tie, and grabbed a tiny black book with insurance information in it. I went to grab a chair, and pulled it to my living room. My wife, and son was already sitting there bowing. I sat in the chair, and skimmed through the book.

"So how much would we get?" I asked.

"Around $500,000." My wife says.

I found myself smiling after so many years of not being able to produce one. I smile because I know I am the greatest husband, and father there ever is. "I'll take care of it." I said proudly. I looked over at my son. "Do you respect me?" I asked him.

"Yes...." He doesn't stare at me, but he holds sincerity in his words. "Sincerely." He utters. What coincidence.

"You better." I grinned.

I looked down at the tie that was laying on my lap. "Nice." I looked at the fine square details on it. This red tie will save my family from this poor lifestyle. I tied it up on my ceiling.

"Nice, and tight." I smirked. My family will finally show me respect! I stood still on the chair, looped my head through the tie, and kicked the chair off.

My legs wailed around for a few seconds before my body dies.

Insurance agreement states that if the holder of the insurance should pass away in two years after joining the insurance agreements, then the insurance will be issued to the beneficiaries regardless of the cause of death.

A father's dignity is higher than the sky as his love for his family is as deep as the dark cold sea.

The mother, and son watched as their lips curled to a evil smirk.

End