When She Loses It

Clair's Story

"The popcorn's ready,"  I yelled across the house.  "go get a bowl babe."  I didn't get a reply.  Okay then.  I got it myself.  I went back to the living room, where Michael was sitting.  But he was barely getting settled.  He was standing up while I was gone.

"Michael where'd you go?"  He hesitated to answer but did, "I was in the bathroom Clair, don't worry."  I laid out my legs on him, setting the popcorn in my lap.  It was probably nothing. He wouldn't lie again would he?  "So... are you gonna put on Netflix?"  He nodded, then smirked. "Netflix and chill?" I playfully pushed him and giggled "Hell no"

He rolled his eyes and looked away.  I never let him into my pants no matter how hard he tries since he cheated, and he hates it.  But he's never just straight up gotten rude over it.  Except that time, but would he really do that again?  Hopefully not I was planning on forgetting it.  He put on a movie, a horror film apparently. He didn't even ask me if I wanted to watch it.  I don't even know what it is.  He instantly turned up the volume.  He was texting somebody.  Who would he be texting this much.

My mind wandered.  Is he cheating on me again?  He's been acting weird since the moment I got here.  I came for a surprise visit and he was all shaken up by it.  He looks nervous.  His eyes keep flickering back and forth from the movie to the hall.  Suddenly I heard something fall. 

"Michael, I think something fell."  He answered quickly, "It was nothing Clair. Probably just the movie, It's loud you know."  He's acting so cocky.  This isn't him.  This can't be him.  My eyes started tearing up.  He's cheating on me.  Again.  He said he wouldn't anymore.  He said it was his last time.  But it's happening all over again.  I couldn't let him see that I knew though.  I'll just act fine; I'm strong.

At the end of the movie I went to take a shower.  1:00am.  The movie was three damn hours.  I went into the shower.  Maybe I was just overreacting.  I have trust issues, that's all. Yeah that's it.  But the shower was different.  The drain.  Black hair; In the drain.  My hair is blonde.  His hair is brown.  Long black hair; In the drain.  Hell no.  Now I was mad.

I got out of the shower, hearing his phone going off.  He was fast asleep already.  His phone read had a message from Tanya.  Who the hell was Tanya?  I was done.  He was all I had to be happy about.  Now my happiness is being torn in half from some other bitch wanting him.  I read the text he'd just received. "Baby are you still awake?  I want to see you."  Oh I can play this game.  This is going to be fun.  "Yea I'm still up.  Go to sleep though Princess, She's up and I can't leave her sight."  This bitch is going to get what's coming to her.  So is Michael.  I have nothing left to live for without the love of my life so may as well have fun while I can.

I went into my purse, where I kept my gun.  I felt within my bag, feeling the cold metal against my skin.  It's never felt so nice and smooth before.  I pulled out the small handgun that I carry around for emergencies.  This isn't what I intended to use it for but this it'll do.  I silently walked into the only other bedroom than his in his house.  I saw exactly what I thought I'd see.

It was his little whore.  She lay in bed facing the wall, her smooth black skin glimmered in the little bit of light glowing in through the window.  I stepped lightly through the room to her, stroking her smooth black hair, her body embraced by a black nightgown flowing around her beautiful curves.

Tanya chuckled and set her hand on mine.  "Michael baby, I knew you'd leave that white bimbo to come see me."  By the time she turned her head to actually look at me I had my gun nice and snug against her forehead.  "Oh yes my little black beauty. You'll be with Michael in just a minute for the rest of eternity in hell where you belong"

I pulled the trigger as a storm of rich dark red blood blew onto the bed behind her, glistening as her skin did before in the light.  Her dead body drew so much beauty, I couldn't help but to stand and admire it, until I heard Michael bustling around in the room over.  I sat on the bed in front of her dead body, crossed my legs, and waited for him.

He slowly opened the door, seeing me sitting there, and her body behind me.  I stood up, tears streaming down my face. "Baby why wasn't I enough for you?" My voice cracked and I walked straight into his body, as he wrapped his arms around me.  "I thought you loved me Michael."  He ran his fingers through my hair and slowly spoke "You... you killed her didn't you..."  I let my voice weaken, "You swore you wouldn't cheat again. You broke your promise Michael." I took my head away from his chest and looked into his eyes. "Claire I love you but-"  I backed away from him and pulled my gun in front of me and pointed it straight at him "GO TO HELL WITH YOUR LITTLE WHORE"

His body now laid in front of me, even more beautiful than Tanya's.  His long black hair, and his open beautiful blue eyes.  The blood on his skin, dripping down creating a pool around him.  I laid with his lifeless body, wrapping his arm around me. I shut his open eyes along with my own.  I touched the cold metal of the gun to my own forehead, unafraid to die.  I pulled the trigger and it was all over.

Michael's blood mixed with my own, as Tanya's slowly dripped from the bed. The three dead bodies in the room radiating more beauty than any had seen before.  The room reeked of death, but it had never been so beautiful.  It'd never been so perfectly set. No one had dreaded it. It set the glimmering as the stars in the sky.  It was the end of their lives. The end of their suffering and pain and it'd never been so beautiful.