Psych Out

The Beginning

Samantha POV

I unlocked the front door and walked inside. The place was a mess as always and I dreaded cleaning up later like I knew I'd have to. 

"Hey," said Harrison. He was sitting on the couch playing video games like he did after work every single day. I wasn't surprised.

"Hey love, how was your day?" I replied.

"It was good. What are you making for dinner?" he asked with his eyes on the screen. 

"Um-"

"YEAH!" he yelled suddenly and jumped off of the couch.

I sighed and walked back into the kitchen to look inside the fridge. Luckily, I just went food shopping after work yesterday or we'd have nothing. I pulled out the chicken and grabbed some pasta from the pantry behind me. I bent down to get a pot from the cabinet and heard footsteps behind me.

"I love that ass," Harrison said as he grabbed my butt. I moved his hand and shied away. 

"Please don't touch me like that right now," I pleaded. I'd had a long enough day and didn't want to be manhandled. 

"You know you like it," Harrison replied with a smirk.

"Not right now, I'm just trying to make dinner," I said and walked over to the stove to start cooking the pasta and chicken. I heard Harrison walk out of the kitchen with a heavy sigh and plop back down on the couch. I turned back to look at him through the doorway and he had his headset on and was back to playing his game. Looks like that's the most interaction I'll get out of him I thought as I stirred the pasta and then flipped the chicken.

"Can you help me set the table please, Harrison?" I shouted over the sound of sizzling chicken.

"Yeah, one second. There's only 10 minutes left of my game," he replied while rapidly pressing the buttons and triggers.

"It's okay, I'll just do it," I said begrudgingly.

"Thanks babe!" Harrison responded.

I went to the cabinets and got out the plates to set the table. I reached to grab two cups with the plates in my hand when I slipped and dropped the plates to catch myself on the counter. The plates went crashing to the floor and one splintered all over the kitchen.

"Ugh, seriously?! Why can't just one thing go right today?" I shouted in frustration. I reached down to start picking up the bigger pieces and glanced in the living room. Harrison hadn't noticed a thing. I stared at the sharp broken pieces and I couldn't help the temptation that came with seeing something that could hurt me. Instead, I grabbed the broom and swept up the rest of the smaller broken pieces. I threw them all in the garbage and turned back to grab two new plates.

After setting the table, I strained the pasta and added it to a bowl with alfredo sauce. Then, I cut up the chicken and added it to the bowl. Using the knife made my mind drift. I shook it off and grabbed some rolls from the counter and put everything on the table. At least I can do this one thing right.

"Dinner's ready!" I said while peaking in to the living room. 

"Awesome, I'll be there in a second babe!" Harrison replied, eyes still on the screen.

I sat down on my chair and waited for him with a sigh. 'I'll be right there' almost always meant at least 5 minutes. 

After 10 minutes passed, I walked into the living room and sat down next to Harrison.

"Are you coming? It's getting cold," I asked. I stared at the side of his head for a minute before he turned to me.

"What? Did you say something?" he said while moving one headphone to the side.

"Yeah, I asked if you're coming to eat dinner. The food is getting cold."

"Oh yeah, give me one minute," Harrison replied and turned back to his game. Guess I'm eating alone again. I turned to the kitchen and slumped down in my chair.

You know what? No. I'm done. After the day I've had? After spending my precious time cooking this meal for us? No.

I quickly walked back in to the living room and then it all started.

"Harrison!" I shouted, "I can't do this anymore! I've had such a difficult day and I can't even get any help or comfort from you. I come home and you're here but it's like I'm here alone. I'm exhausted, I haven't slept well in months! This place is a mess and I'm the only one working on keeping it clean. I cook food for the both of us but then I always end up eating alone. Every single day is full of constant running around and going insane trying to do everything I can to keep you happy! I just can't be in this marriage anymore. It's just all pain and misery and loneliness and I can't fucking do it anymore. I'm tired of putting up with all of the bullshit in my life! And my goddamn medication!" I ranted while grabbing my bottles of medicine. "This fucking medication does nothing to help me either! I can't even live without my brain thinking up creative ways to end it all. And it's so goddamn tempting sometimes! I can't even explain to you how close I've come to fucking killing myself. I'm so fucking tired of it all, I can't handle this anymore!" I sobbed.

Harrison stared at me in shock before a sense of resolve came onto his face. 

"If you don't want to be with me anymore, just do it," he sneered. 

Hearing his hurtful words made me sob louder. 

"I can't believe you just fucking said that to me!" I shouted. 

Suddenly, I heard a loud pounding on our front door. At this point I recognized that we were being pretty loud and we have neighbors.

"Welfare check! We can hear you, open up," a deep voice spoke through the door.

Fuck.