~Pennsylvania, 11:45pm. December 12th,2008~
The light sound of rain hitting the window of a old and beat up blue Mustang woke twenty-one year old Natasha Woods from a nap. She had fallen asleep in the car, waiting for her husband to return into the car from the building where they could buy a bottle of scarlet red wine for the night and the morning. She leaned her head against the door, blinking the clouds from her one icy blue eye. The other eye was a stunning forest green, a sign of heterochromia.
"Where is James?" She muttered her husband's name under her breath and opened the door, shivering in her coat. It had just turned to December and a light flurry of snow had started to fall during her nap. He had been in the bar for ten minutes, probably getting held up by the long lines. She started walking up the creaking wooden steps, her auburn hair dusted with ivory snowflakes. They creak under her weight, her thin fingers twisting the door open.
She got inside, her eyes widening when she saw James and a tall blonde kissing. She guessed that the blonde was the bartender. She couldn't believe her eyes and approaches, furious. Her cheeks were flushed from the chill outside and rage. "James!. Get your ass over here now" She shouted, his green eyes widening when he saw his wife. "Oh shit..." He broke apart from the woman, following her outside into the cold December night.
She watches him and didn't say a word, very pissed. He caught up to her, his dark hair coated with snowflakes. "I can explain, Nat..." He began but Natasha cut him off. "Explain that you had your tongue down another woman's throat?" She snorted, noticing his coat was rumpled and unbuttoned at the top. He reached out for her arm, wanting to explain. He knew that his wife was bipolar, wanting to explain and soften the blow.
She growled like a animal and pinned his arm to the wall, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't touch me, you lying cheating bastard!" He nodded and shook with fear, never seeing his wife like this before. She breathed heavily and exhaled, closing her eyes before punching him the jaw and knocking him out. Her knuckles stung from the impact but she ignored it. She pulled away, taking some of his cash and the keys to the car and walking off. She stepped over the steps and drove off, only finding out that she killed him a few hours later.
Her crimes had begun
Wife, now a wanted murderer
