Ella and Wilson

2

"ACTION."

I stirred the vegetables in the pan listening to them sizzle. The front door opened and slammed. Not two seconds later, rough hands grabbed me by my upper arms and slung me around. I dropped the spatula as Elliot greeted me drunk out of his mind.

"What are you doing? Let go of me." I tried to wrench free but his grip only tightened.

"I could ask you the same thing. You're not going to greet me at the door? Like a proper wife?" His words were slurring together. I said nothing in response and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Well?" Elliot grabbed my face in one hand and yanked my lips up to meet his. I tried pulling away as much as possible but he forced the kiss.

"Get off." I managed to shove him away. I was at the end of my rope with his constant abuse and belittling. I caught a glimpse of rage in his blue eyes. Before I could even react, he threw me against the kitchen island and began trying to rip off my leggings. With his other hand, he pinned me down against the counter, almost rendering my whole upper body useless.

Realizing what was about to ensue, I began to fight back as he ripped my leggings. I kept trying to turn around and he kept throwing me back in place.

"No, no, no, no!" I stammered as I heard his pants fall to the ground. I felt rough hands grab my hips to position them for entry. Tears were streaming down my face as I looked around frantically for something to help me. My eyes glued to the knife block not a foot away from my face. It was devoid of knives as I had used them all to cook.

In one swift movement, I slipped my right arm free, grabbed the knife block and flung it back as hard as I could hoping I hit him in the head.

"What the hell?" Elliot stammered. His hold on me was no more. I spun around and slammed my whole body weight into his chest knocking him down onto the ground. The sizzle of the now burning vegetables filled the air. I grabbed one of the knives off the cutting board to the left of the stove and gripped the handle tight.

I glared down at Elliot who was lying on his back looking at me with disgust and a hint of fear. My mind was totally blank. I was not thinking at all.

"Sweetheart, put the knife down. This isn't you." Elliot made to get up but I shoved him back down with my bare foot. I gripped the knife tighter and knelt down so we were almost eye level. I pinned the tip of the knife against his neck, making sure the fake blood pocket hidden in his neck prosthetics was punctured. A thin stream of 'blood' started running down the side of his neck.

"This is my only chance to be rid of you. Rid of what you've done to me, my family, those I love."

"I haven't done a single thing to you that you didn't deserve." Elliot hissed.

His words hung in the air. The whole set was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop. I mustered up more messy tears and let out an anguished sob. Elliot smirked at the same time I sat up a little more.

"That's my girl. I knew you didn't have it in you. Now, let's finish what we started and then you can make me a drink." He made to get up but at the last second I plunged the knife deep into his chest. We locked eyes, mine full of hate and satisfaction, and his full of shock.

"Rot in hell." I twisted the knife and shoved him down the ground. I watched him 'bleed out' on the floor for a moment before I retched a little. Quickly, I turned on my heel and ran through the set to where we had some other cameras set up in the bathroom. I vomited into the toilet before leaning back against the cool tile and sobbing.

"CUT!"

I faintly could hear applause as the producers clapped for Elliot and I, for each other, and for the successful filming of this movie. I wiped off some of the fake vomit and my tears as I emerged from the set. Elliot was emerging from his side, too, looking a bit shaken.