FP's Fun

Chapter 3

Alice stared up at the ceiling as Mr. Jones nipped and sucked at her neck. She closed her eyes several times, attempting to feel what he felt, but she just couldn't. Several images ran through her head as she bit her lower lip, feeling nothing but pain. Physically and emotionally. She hated how much power had been taken from her. How much strength had gone that day when she saw him-

"Alice?" FP snapped her out of her thoughts when he pulled his head away from her, looking down at his bound wife. "Are you not into this? Because if not, we can stop and just talk. I think we need that more than this right now."

"No, no. I wanna keep trying." She lied.

FP sat up, putting his legs over the side of the bed and Alice struggled to sit up with her arms outstretched at her sides like Jesus on The Cross. "There's something you're not telling me." FP insisted as he refused to look at her. "You've been holding back from me for months and I don't...I don't get it. What? Is it something I did?"

Alice scoffed. "'Is it something you did, FP?'" She repeated with ridicule. "Are you kidding me right now? Yes! It's something you did. You stuck yourself inside that woman. My-"

"I'm not talking about that, Alice!" He screamed, snapping his head to look at her. "'I'm talking about something you've been keeping from me since before that."

"What are you even talking about, FP?" She asked, putting her legs in criss-cross applesauce formation.

He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, as if he were studying her before he looked away again. He shook his head as he spoke. "You used to have this light...this sparkle in your eyes." FP felt tears welling up in his own while he continued. "A purity in your soul ever since we got together in high school. It left. It's not there anymore. Even before Penny...it vanished." He finally looked back at her and the look of pure hurt and shock lingered on her face. "What happened, Alice? What aren't you telling me?"

"FP..." Her voice cracked, but she refused to give in as she swallowed hard, ignoring her own pain. She uncrossed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. "Come here." She quietly asked of him. "Come here." She repeated and he obeyed as she lay back down and he hovered over her. "I love you. I always have. You were the one who convinced me love at first sight was even possible. You made me believe in soulmates and in happily ever after. You always gave me that light...that sparkle. And believe me, it's still there. I just...refuse to show it sometimes."

"Why?" He asked, putting a hand on his left shoulder. "Why hide it?" He rubbed his arm. "Especially from me? I love you so much, Alice. You can tell me anything."

"I..." She noticed his eyes struggling to stay open as he continuously rubbed his shoulder. "FP? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." He forced out. "I think I just pulled a muscle trying to open the screen door."

"FP." Alice felt more than fear as she watched him grimace in pain above her. "FP!" She shouted, but no response and before she knew it, he fell. His immovable body, pinning her down more than the handcuffs attached to the bedposts. "FP?" She barely whispered, his head beside hers, his chest pressed against her own.

Unable to breathe, Alice attempted to move him off of her, squirming every which way as her broken sobs filled the air. A heart attack. That's what it had to have been. Yes. He was dizzy earlier. The pain in his arm. It all made sense. Only it didn't make sense. Why now? Why here? Why to them? They were supposed to die together. Old...in a nursing home or in a hospital. Or at night in their own beds. Not today, not like this. "Not like this." She told herself, squirming again. "Get up!" She wheezed through tears. "FP!" She shouted again, though it wasn't very loud as she could not breathe with all of his weight upon her. Soon, she had no strength left and she gave up, laying there, lifeless herself as she stare at the ceiling with her unresponsive husband weighing her down. She laid there and cried.

"FP?" She attempted to whisper again at 4:30 PM. "FP, it's time to get up." She choked out with a fake laugh. "You got me. Okay? It's not funny anymore." She kicked underneath him, attempting to roll him off of her once more. "Stop! Stop it! Stop!" She shouted out, her voice cracking with every word as more tears rolled down her temples. The claustrophobia soon became an active emotion and panic overtook her as she began to hyperventilate, needing more air in her lungs. She attempted to turn over as far as she could, praying that gravity would pull him off of her and eventually, it did. She quickly gasped, taking in as much oxygen as possible as she tried to catch her breath. FP's immovable head lay on her left arm as his body lay...still...lifeless beside her.

When she finally caught her breath, she looked over at his wide open, haunting eyes looking at her. More tears filled hers as her vision blurred and she prayed this was a nightmare. "Wake up!" She shouted. "Wake up!" She sobbed. Her eyes fell to watch his chest, waiting for him to breathe, but nothing. She sobbed again, finally taking in a deep breath, finding all the strength she had within to scream. "Help! Somebody!?" She now wished for an intruder, but nothing. "Help!"

Finally able to sit up, she did, letting her husband's head fall off her arm and onto the pillow beneath him. Suddenly, she heard it. His ringtone. That's right! Their cellphones. But how would she get it? How could she pick it up? It was on the other side of the room inside his duffle bag. The ringing stopped and so did her breathing for a second as she wanted nothing more than to die. Wait! The bedposts. She looked up at them, high in the air, towering over her. If only she could stand! If only she could break them. She pulled with all of her might. The beautiful wood was too strong and Alice felt the terrible strain in her shoulders. She screamed as she attempted the next step....standing.

The silky sheets and the silk of her under slip made it almost impossible for her to move accordingly. By 5PM, she was almost squatting when the cannonball carved corbels on the bedposts prevented the handcuffs from going any further. The holes in the cuffs were not big enough to go up the bannisters anymore. She was stuck.

The devastation Alice felt weakened her and she gave up, falling back down to the bed and letting herself cry until she slept.

A/N: Omg guys! This is getting fun and intense. Let me know what you think please? I love you, guys! MWAH!