Retaliation

She Didn't Deserve To Die

I couldn't wait to get off. Today was really shitty at work and all I wanted to do was seek refuge under my wife Kaarina. K always knew what to do to make me feel better. I smiled to myself jus thinking about her. We'd been married for seven years, we have so many memories. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed her car wasn't there. she's usually off by 6pm, seeing that she worked at Oaktree Elementary School as a guidance counselor.

I called her phone but there was no answer, it went straight to voicemail; that was strange to say the least. I got out the car and made my way into our French colonial home, the closer I got, the more my intuition was telling me something was wrong. I turned the key into the front door and it pushed right open without even a full turn. I scanned the kitchen to see if there was a note on the board to say she would be right back, nothing.

I rushed up the stairs to our master bedroom, I could hear the water in our bathroom running. Seeing that her car wasn't downstairs, I was on high alert. As I opened the bedroom door my heart sank. There was water EVERYWHERE in our room.

"KAARINA! BABE WHAT THE FUCK?!" I was livid.
I shuffled through the water to run into the bathroom to turn off the water. At this moment my blood is boiling, how could she leave the water on this long?!
The door was locked, which only intensified my rage. I braced myself against the door and began to slam into it with all my strength. The door caved and snapped from its hinges.

Our bathroom was very big, I remodeled it for Kaarina because she insisted on a Whirlpool jacuzzi with a satin curtain surrounding the entire tub. All in all, it cost me $3,000.00, she was spoiled

"Great. More money to spend." i grumbled.

The water began to turn a deep red, my eyes widened, I knew something was terribly wrong.
I pulled back the curtain and collapsed to my knees. Kaarina was laying in the tub with a knife in her neck, stab wounds all over her face. i could barely recognize her.

"Kaarina? K BABY GET UP." I kept screaming and shaking her.

There was a faint breath coming from her chest, i could feel the air through her stab wounds. the holes were so deep i knew she wasn't going to make it...

I screamed and held her, "Kaarina I'm so sorry. I love you baby I'm so sorry... She didn't have anything to do with this?! Why!!" I sobbed. The only thing I lived for and she was gone. We didn't have any children and we barely had family; everybody turned their backs on us because Kaarina and I decided to get married.

As I held Kaarina's lifeless body I felt a plastic bag attached to her back. I carefully turned her over pulled out the paper that was in there. "We told you this could get ugly," the note read. "We're hoping that this is more of an incentive to reconsider our offer." I knew who did this to my wife. I scrambled around the bathroom on all fours looking for my phone in the water between the tears on the countertops as I heard footsteps approaching.

It was her.

"Zada," She said calmly as she lit a cigarette.

"...Miss us?"

I solemnly stared— I got out of this a long time ago, how the fuck did she find me?