Destined

VII

9:01pm

Annie pulled up outside of her house at Cicero on a Thursday night. She was giddy as she walked up her porch, smiling from ear to ear in searched for her keys.

Happiness and excitement was bursting out of her petit self. She just wanted the entire neighbourhood to know that she's ecstatic.

She had just gotten back from Indiana after visiting her parents and was about to surprise her husband with her presence by coming back a day-ish early.

That's right! She's the surprise.

"Honey! I'm-"

Her jolly bluster and smile quickly died down at the sight of the coffee table.

Two wine glasses sat innocently and one just had to have a lipstick stain on it.

It was red, something she didn't wear.

"Oh no you didn't..."

It wasn't much of a sadness or betrayal that she was feeling right now, it was rage. Pure rage. Maybe that emotion - the tears, the hurt - would come at a later stage. All she wanted to do was to rip her husband's and that skank's head right out of their worthless bodies.

A loud squeaky echo resonated around the house and she just knew what that was and where they had to be.

"You bastard!!" she screamed and raced to their bedroom. Taking the steps to their room two at a time.

Their bedroom!

How could he?!

She should've listened to her father to not marry a garbage like him. He was right, her dad's always right but she didn't want to believe it listen to him since Richard was her high school sweetheart.

She loves him. She even gave up a scholarship to Berkeley for him, to marry him.

She never should've married him.

She should've gone to California and pursue her bachelor in journalism.

He's a scumbag who has been living off of her since day one. But she was too in love to see that or even care. She could support the both of them and she was okay with that.

She had enabled him and this behaviour for too long.

"You fucking bastard!" she screamed as she burst into the room. A .22 calibre revolver in her hand, aiming at the both of them.

The whore that was riding her husband shirked and quickly jumped off of him and tried to cover herself up under the sheets.

"You two, out!"

She quickly complied, scrambling, in search for clothes. "I have a son! Please don't shoot!"

"You too, Richard!"

But he just laid there in complete and utter shock. "You, you're home early, sweetheart."

"I knew it!" she said, waving the gun at them. "I knew it you, lying cheating bastard! I fucking knew it!! You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you?! Even for a day and a half!! You just had to go scavenging for hookers like her!!"

"Darling-"

"Shut it! Shut it! Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't pull the trigger on both of you!!"