Fright Night! #Wattys2016

Happily Ever After

"Didn't I tell you I haven't been with anyone? I'm not sleeping around!" yells Mr.

Whitfield to his wife.

"You're always out late and you never come home until almost 11:00 at night. What do

you expect me to think? That you're grading papers? It's the first grade for Pete's sake

Harry, they don't have 11 page papers to turn in!"

"Don't patronize me Brenda."

"Or what? You're going to threaten to hit me like last time? We both know you haven't

got the balls for that Harry."

"I swear Brenda I'll-"

"You'll what? If you're going to hit me then get it over with!" screams Mrs. Whitfield.

She abruptly steps up to Mr. Whitfield and spits in his face. "Do it!" she screams again.

Mr. Whitfield stands shaking with his face red and wide eyes. He struggles to keep

calm as he quickly swipes his hand across the kitchen table, knocking everything to

the floor. Glasses and plates crash to the floor, reaching every corner of the kitchen.

"Well", says Mrs. Whitfield, "Since you took the pleasure in knocking that down, you can

also have the pleasure of cleaning it up." Mrs. Whitfield, turning away from her

husband to hide the tears streaming down her face, walks out of the kitchen. They had

many nights like this, she thought to herself. All they ever did was argue and knock

things over. After 10 years of marriage, Mrs. Whitfield was considering for the 5th time

leaving her husband. Although she always thought about it, she never actually did leave.

Mrs. Whitfield always seemed to have the hope that things would change, that her

husband would be the man who first showed up at her parent's house with flowers and

candy again. But that young man was gone and had been replaced with a 34 year old

man who threatened her nearly every day during arguments. "It has to be done", she

whispers aloud to herself, "I can't live like this anymore." With that said, Mrs. Whitfield