Paybacks Are Hell

Homewrecker

I walked into the car dealership in my five inch heels and my little black dress, ready to do business. "Mrs. Perry." Said a short stout man from a desk in the corner. He stood and shook my hand as I sat down. "How are you?" I grinned at him. "I am fine. Yourself?"

"Just great."

"Alright. Lets get down to business. I am not here to sell you short of this car. I'm going to pay you the same price you wish to sell it at. I noticed that some of the interior had the factory wrap still intacked." I thanked Clarks OCD. "This will make the price rise more as it is in great condtion. Your husband took great care of this car. But in order to sell it you must collect the belongings from it." He showed me to the showroom floor and I opened the door to find the car just as Clark left it. I opened every compartment and shoved things into a large bag. I came across a blue box. I curiously opened and inside was two diamond earings. I looked at the earings closer, Those were my earings that he had bought me for our wedding. "Son of a bitch." I hissed. Shaking the box, the earings fell into my hands, I proceeded to put them in my ears.

"I'm home!" I said heaving my purse onto the table next to the door. I heard Clark laughing from the living room. He was talking to someone. I tiptoed towards the living room. "No she's not here yet. She said she wouldn't be home till six." That was right, it was only four. Maybe I would be meating this Carrilynn after all.

I hid in the empty bedroom until I heard something odd, kissing. The smell of cheap perfume filled my nose and I smiled. "Welcome to my house Carrilynn, you've now entered hell." I whispered and gripped the door handle slightly. I opened it just slightly to see their lips smacking together over and over again. I cringed, she was a terrible kisser, what was she 12? I was hesitant to ruin there fun by terrifying them, but instead I went down stairs, poured a tall glass of whiskey and took a long sip. Articles of clothing laid on the kitchen floor. "Disgusting." I laughed taking another gulp of whiskey. I started picking up the clothes. I didn't mind keeping quite because Carrilynn wasn't staying quite either. I took the clothes outside and set fire to them. "What the hell?" I heard Clark say as I got back into the house. I bolted to the vacent room and listened. "Do you smell that?" They came running down the stairs and stopped at the window. "OUR CLOTHES." Carrilynn screached. I laughed quitely to myself and watched as she tried putting out the fire in the nude. "Pathetic." I said as they both left the house. Shutting the door and locking it behind them. Clark padded back up to the porch. "Shit we're locked out, the spare key is under the planter here though." He sighed as I hung the spare key on the key rack. I let myself laugh, a laugh that came from the deep pit of my stomach, something so deep and devious that even the devil would be frightened. I walsted my way into the living room and closed the drapes. My whiskey sloshed in the glass as I danced with myself in the middle of the room. Their frantic voices were music to my ears. There they stood, naked and locked out of their house.

Carrilynn drove herself home and Clark found a pair of clothes in the garage, where he then came in through the garage door. I unlocked the front door and acted like I was just coming in. Of course I was stumbling a bit but I managed to play it off. "Hey baby." I said kissing his cheek. "Why are you wearing those rags?" I asked. He looked at me dazed, he was still terrified of what just happened. "Did you just get home?" He asked. I nodded and twirled around him. "Have you been drinking?" He grabbed my wrist. My face burned with fury, how dare he put his hands on another women and then grab me in such a way. I yanked my wrist from his grasp, "Don't you dare touch me like that Clark." I hissed. I got inches away from his face, ready to explode, but backed off. He stood confused as I walked up to the bedroom. "Why are the sheets a mess?" I yelled. I could almost feel his body tense. "I was sleeping." He said sprinting up the stares. He made the bed faster then I have ever seen him make it. As a matter of fact he never made the bed. I layed down after he was done, "Babe?"