A Big Book of Short Stories

The Perfect Hubby💘/She-Wrecks

Word count: 1100

Its prom night. Brenda and Eddie, the king and queen are dressed up and smiling, talking to their friends. Brenda is outfitted in a elegant white dress bought specifially for this one night. Her make-up meticulously prepared like a corpse ready for a funeral. Hair expertly groomed by herself and friends. Everything that you see a carefully crafted perfect portrait.

The king on the other hand is totally sincere in his entirety. He wore a red suit because of a music video that he would describe in great detail the background behind if you asked him. No fake laughs, no bullshit and totally upfront with his feelings. "This song sucks," he says to his friends while Brenda frowns slightly. Her frown is erased as he locks arms with her, letting her feel his toned muscles disciplined through years of lifting and football. They lock eyes and reach together for a kiss as she is enchanted by his chiseled jawline with slight stubble, perfect baby blue eyes, poofy brown hair, and his small perfect white smile. Their lips meet in a divine showcase of passion.

They dance together to Every Breath You Take, a song that would later become their wedding song. They would later go to a mutual friend's house for an after party. Where Eddie would be listening to Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar and would drink a little too much, gaining a slight slur and a little trouble walking. It saddened Brenda slightly that he would be the one drinking and she would be the one driving but she can't help but love the dumb himbo.

Eddie would later make it up to her on a bed. She would wrap her arms around his back and dig her nails in, moaning out loud and saying how much she loved him. He didn't say much as he was focusing on pleasure and his breathing like he does when running. When they were finished, they lie together until they fell asleep, feeling loved.

Once college was over Brenda got a job as a nurse, doing more work than a doctor but receiving much less pay. Eddie however had a much less noble job, being just another worker in his father's business. Brenda wouldn't let him pursue his real passion, law enforcement. "It's too dangerous," she would say. They married immediately after college.

Their wedding night was quite similar to prom. The main difference was in Eddie. This was past the point of no return for him. He has long since realized that he should of listened to his friends calling out her red flags. Every single decision was made by her. The theme, the venue, the honeymoon, his suit, everything. Eddie would bring his lips back and show his teeth but he wouldn't smile. He went to the bathroom at one point just to cry. The best man was his brother as per Brenda's choice, of course. "Oh, your real friends would totally make a scene," A point he couldn't argue with. After he got back from crying, his brother asked if something was wrong while putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder. Eddie would hesitantly and yet violently shake his hand off and say that he's fine.

The honeymoon, a boring trip to some instagram tourist trap, was a loveless selfie fest. Once they got back to the bedroom she would force him to pleasure her with sharp claws on the back of his head. Afterwards, he would robotically thrust until her completion. Once they were done he locked himself in the bathroom and cried, feeling nothing but used and violated.

5 Years After The Marriage

Brenda is talking to her friend, Penny, at their favorite coffee shop. They usually talk about stuff just to pass the time. It was always fun for Brenda until Penny asked "so how has Eddie been? Nobody's seen him ever since he quit his job and I've been getting worried."

Brenda would tighten her grip around her caramel macchiato with an outrageous amount of customizations. May god smile upon anyone who doesn't get her order right. "His illnesses have been acting up lately. Especially the mental ones." She sighs and looks around at the many couples laughing and smiling around them and she smiles at how all the boyfriends can't help but look around, most likely looking at other women, just like Eddie.

"Oh nooo," Penny says sadly, "tell him my heart goes out to him. And if there's anything I can do to help just tell me and I'll do it."

The queen of jealously, Brenda, narrows her eyes and says angrily "yeah, there is something. You can leave him the fuck alone."

Taken aback, Penny chokes on her coffee and stutters out "wha- what do you mean?"

"I know how you look at him. You want him for yourself. Well guess what, whore! He's mine!" She got up, now with all eyes on her, especially the men's eyes. She throws her coffee on Penny and storms out.

She gets home and yells out "sweetie! I'm home." The only response is a hoarse groan echoed from far away. The house is dimly lit, barely allowing the sight of the "live, laugh, love" sign which Eddie first mocked by saying "eat, shit, die." Brenda walked down to the basement and turned on the light.

Eddie hung on the wall. Nailed to it. Scars all over his once perfectly scultpted body. Bloody and bruised, he can hardly look up to meet her eyes but he knows the consquences if he doesnt. His jaw hung down to his collar bone, barely connected to the rest of his skull. One of his eyes are missing.

Brenda stood up and kissed his tear stained cheek. "You'll never guess what happened with Penny today. She tried convincing me to let her have her way with you. Crazy, I know! What a slut."

Eddie's hand twitched as his head shooked. Brenda however, took this as less of a dismissive "no, your definitely crazy. Bitch," and more of an agreeing "no way! What a crazy bitch!"

Brenda sees how sad Eddie is from hanging and says "don't worry, you'll get to sleep with me again once you know not to look at the skanks on the street."

As tears stream from Eddie's red eye, Brenda tilts her head like a confused dog. "Ohhh, you know I can't stand being mad at you." Her eyes wander around his body. "Maybe I'll treat you tonight with some..." She leans into his ear and wraps her cold claws around his head... "Sexual gratification."