Monster In Your Bed

Chapter 8

Hannibal came home that evening after being out of town for a few days at a conference. He unlocked the front door stepping in, & placing his suit case on the ground near the coat hanger.

It was rather quiet in the house, like no one was there. He turned to see that the living room lights were on. His wife was probably there, reading or doing some work. He walked in to see Minka sprawled on the couch, heels thrown on the ground, & hair disheveled with a half empty bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon on the coffee table. Hannibal could smell the sour intoxication off her grimacing. 

"Minka" He said in his quiet, cold voice. He watched her as she slowly tried to get up, grabbing onto the couch as she tried to stand up. The room was spinning & her head was killing her. She slowly lifted her head to look at Hannibal, squinting at her double vision. Once there was only one Hannibal a goofy, drunken smile played on her face.

"Hannibal" She slurred drunkenly, making Hannibal roll his eyes.

She then tried to walk over to him, but then leaned to her other side as her arm swung to hold on to the wine bottle on the coffee table. Instead she managed to knock it over, shattering the glass into tiny pieces as red wine flowed over the coffee table. He cringed, appalled at her behavior. He never saw his wife in such a state. She was always classy & composed, never acted like a drunken fool, but then she managed to walk up to him. He looked in her eyes & he could see drunken fury.

"You" She whispered, seething "YOU!!" She yelled a bit louder,& he just rose a brow at her "I know what you did" She pointed a finger at him

"I think you should go to bed" Hannibal said as he looked at her finger.

"Don't tell me what to do" She rose her voice at him "I know you've been going around fucking that whore, Alana Bloom" She yelled at him, poking his chest with her finger as she got up in his face. 

Her warm breath smelled of sour wine making Hannibal wrinkle his nose, & the use of profanity making it more sour as it rolled off her tongue.

"Minka" He said, his voice stern "I think you should go to bed" He took a firm hold of her hand, putting it down "You are drunk & making no sense whatsoever" His voice wasn't loud, but it was obvious he was angry.

"Why?" She yelled "You know it's true, I'm not stupid" She snorted.

"But you know what, we're even now" She smirked at him, making him raise a brow.

"I Fucked Will Graham" She admitted bluntly, & Hannibal was actually taken aback.

"I let him fuck me, & I felt more of a woman with him than I ever did with you" She spat at him, her cheeks flushed from both anger & intoxication. 

She was looking him in the eyes, & Hannibal could see that she was one hundred percent honest. Even behind the drunkenness, he could see the pure honesty in her. Before he could say anything, she fell forward passing out on him.

He looked down at her, tilting his head then proceeded to carry her Bridal style. The next morning came, & the sunlight slapped Minka making her head hurt. She found a trash bin next to her, where she threw up last night's wine in. Hannibal later came in with a glass of water & a painkiller looking at her, at how pathetic she seemed as wretched & heaved into the trash bin. 

She looked up at him, meeting his cold stare, & last night's memory came flooding back making her start to cry. She couldn't believe she admitted that to her husband, this would surely be the end of her marriage. Hannibal stood beside her, stroking her hair, hushing her, telling her it'd all be alright. She cried into his blouse, gripping on to it, begging him not to leave her. She apologized telling him she wasn't thinking straight. He spoke calmly to her, telling her he wasn't mad at her as he rubbed her back softly, & rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking. He was just saying all of this to shut her up because she was getting on his nerves, & he really didn't want to hear her whining voice right now. He had more important things to deal with than his blubbering hung over wife, like Will Graham.