SILENT DREAMS

HIS WIFE

Deep down; Neil did not want to stop, but he knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew he could lose his job. Emily had been drinking. He felt as if he were taking advantage of her. His conscience wouldn't allow this.

Neil grabbed Emily's hands, and slowly pulled them from his face. She stared deep into his soul less eyes. "Who are you?" She whispered. Neil leaned forward. Emily smiled, and awaited to be kissed again, but that was not Neils intention. He grabbed the doorknob to her apartment, and opened it. Neil then turned to walk back towards the elevator, and retire home for the evening.

Neil stood naked in his shower. His heart pounding, and hurting at that same time. He was thrilled to have kissed her, but angry at himself for how forward he was about it. The water ran down his rough, and torn body. It mixed with his emotions as they all crashed on the tub floor, and were washed away down the drain. He didn't know what to do. His world was built around chaos.

Neil sat in the darkness in his livingroom. He leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He saw it. He remembered it. How could he not. How could he not picture his failure. How could he forget what he had done. It burned in his soul. It left him broken. It stole his voice.

The sun was about to rise. Neil had a job to do. He got up, and changed his clothes. He hadn't slept that night. He hadn't slept any night for a long time. He was out of his door, and up the elevator. He got to Emily's door. He stood in the same position that he always stood. To the left of her door. He stood straight with his arms crossed. He waited.

Hours had passed. Emily had not yet come out. Neil started to worry. It wasn't like Emily to be late. Luckily Neil had a key. After Emily gained his trust; she gave him a key for emergencies.

Neil knocked on the door. No one answered. Not one little sound came from the other side. Neil slid the key into the doorknob. A click sound echoed down the hallway. He opened the door, and walked in. He shut the door behind him. He slowly walked through the house, and made his way towards Emily's room. He knocked on the door, but again no one answered. Neil opened the door slowly, and walked into the room.

Emily was lying in her bed. He noticed that she was breathing, and figured he should get out of her home. He turned to shut her door, but she stopped him. "Come here." She said softly from her bed. Neil stepped back into the room. Emily sat up from her sleep. She looked at Neil. He didn't respond. Emily got out of bed. She walk towards Neil. He was nervous. She grabbed the doorknob, and pulled on it, and slowly made her way passed Neil. He let out a little sigh.

Emily walked to her bathroom, and turned on the shower. Neil started towards the door, but Emily cut him off.

"How can you kiss a girl when she has had a few drinks, and not take advantage of her? Late at night, nothing else to do?" She asked him. Neil just looked at her. "Let me guess, you have a good conscience?" She said. "I am not drunk now?" Emily stepped toward him. Her body rubbed against his slowly. Neil felt the passion she gave off. Emily leaned up, and closed her eyes. Neil let go of his conscience, and gave in to her seduction.

Their lips met. Neil grabbed her by the waist, and picked her up against the wall. She bit at his lip. Neil made his way to her neck. A lite moan slipped from between Emily's lips. Neil sat her down, and pulled her shirt off over her head. Emily dug her nails into his back. He gritted his teeth, as he pressed his body against hers. Neil grabbed her by her thighs, and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him. He walked towards the bathroom.

The shower ran down both of their bodies. She scratched, and moaned, as he dug himself deeper into her. The fogless mirror in her bathroom reflected the picture of animalistic behavior. The halls echoed with her moans.

They stood still in the shower. He held her in his arms. She was safe. She was comfortable. She didn't want this to end, but at that thought; her phone rang. Emily jumped out of the shower. "Ill be right back." She giggled. She grabbed a towel, and ran out of the room. Neil stepped out, and started to dry himself.

Emily jumped on her bed in a playful manner. She looked at the caller i.d. "Seriously?" She said as she answered. "What do you want Christopher?" She asked in an aggravated tone. "Listen, are you sitting down? I found out some stuff about Neil." He said in a panicked state. "What kind of stuff?" She replied nervously. "Okay, so from the beginning. His record was sealed, obviously, but after 30 days of employment, they opened it to me. It was very vague, but it is also horrible. His wife was lke this war journalist, and wound up getting captured. Neil went on an extraction mission to get his wife, but instead; he killed her."

Emily dropped the phone. She was shocked. She didn't know what to feel. She didn't know what to say. She quickly hung up the phone. She put on some clothes, and tried to keep herself from crying. She opened the door, and walked into the living room. She saw neil standing there. She couldn't help herself from crying. Neil noticed her sorrow, and took a step forward to comfort her. "No!" She yelled as she held out her hand for him to stop.

She couldn't help but ask him. "Did you." She almost gagged. "Did you kill your wife?" Neal's eyes widened. His face became dark. Neil looked as if he could explode. Emily was now scared of the man she let into her life. Neil noticed her fear. He unstrapped his side arm, and laid it on the bar to the kitchen. He also left his key to his home, and her key as well. Neil walked out of the door, and Emily dropped to the ground in shock.