My red high heels

Gloria

Then

I love taking showers. In showers your thoughts always wander away to different places. They become distant, like they are in another world. Dreaming and thinking about nothing relaxes me. The hot water softs up my sore muscles and brings the feeling of being dirty down the drain. Because that's how I feel, dirty. Every time he touched me the feeling builds up in my spine and does not vanish until I take a shower. I never thought that his touch would make me feel this way. Before his touch would make my skin tingle with delight. And now it makes me nauseous.

The shampoo flows down my back as I stand still, waiting for the clean feeling to kick in.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and I can hear Will enter. I release a sigh as his steps sounds relaxed. He slams in the drawers searching for something.

"Darling have you seen my phone charger?" His velvety voice coming from behind the shower curtain.

"Wasn't it on the bedside table?"

"No I can't find it." He answers with a short laugh. That exactly laugh that melts my inside to a little puddle.

"Have you searched everywhere?" I ask just standing still in the shower not wanting to step out quite yet. Our shower is a two-in one thing. It's both a shower and a bathtub, so if you're smart you can put in the plug and have a foot bath at the same time as you take your shower. Of course I'm smart. So now I got water up to my ankles and making small patterns with my left foot. A heart, a star, a question mark and so on.

"Yeah, and now I can't find it." He complains.

"I'm sure you have just put it somewhere and can't remember were. You know that you are so sloppy." I tease a little.

"I'm not!" He protested back with a humorous tone in his voice. I'm starting to make fake coughs sound, to imply that he is lying.

Without warning he rips open the shower curtain with unreadable features.

"Will! Close the curtain, it gets cold!" I whined, goosebumps immediately rising on my skin due to the cold air hitting it.

"Are you mocking me?"

"Maybe." I smile at him popping one of my eyebrows up in a questing angle. Indicating that he needs to answer that question himself. Suddenly becoming a little nervous, as his expressions doesn't change, I bite down on my lip.

"I'm done now, so I can help you search for it." I offer, slowly taking a small step towards him.

In one big stride he had stepped over the edge to the bathtub and turned off the shower. His socks immediately becoming wet from the water. With a dark look in his eyes he gently press me against the cold, white tile. One hand on my throat he places the other behind my head and inch his head forward, almost spitting in my face.

"You are never to disrespect me again, is that clear?" Not trusting my voice right now I nod as answer.

"Good." He says and pressed his lips against mine, his hand hurting my throat. Taking my own hands I push them against his chest to make him take a step back, but he doesn't pull back. Taking my last desperate resort I bit down in his bottom lip, hard. Inching backwards he brings his hand up towards his lip that are now bleeding.

"Fuck you!" He explodes.

"Fuck you too, are you trying to kill me?" I scream back, my hands stroking my throat. Forcing me up again against the tile he pushes my hands away from me and replacing them with his own. He force my body to stay still with his own, his whole body tense and strong against mine much smaller and weaker.

"You just promised me that you would never disrespect me again and what is the first thing that you do?" He says through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with hatred and rage.

"You fucking disrespected me seconds after promising me that you wouldn't. You deserve to die bitch." And then he squeezes his hands together, locking all of my air access out. My hands trying to pry his hands off, as my vision becomes blurry and black spots appeared.

Giving up I slowly understood that this is how I'm going to die, at the hand of my love. Thinking about it, is not so wrong, dying with your love. But a darker side of me understood that that isn't what appeals to me. It's the knowing that a part of him will die too. When he finally understands that this time he went to far. That darker side wants to die, so he can feel all of the pain that I felt. That part is bloodthirsty for revenge even if it means that I will die.

But soon the survival instincts kicks in, I will not die here. Somehow I'm able to free my right leg, I guess that it helps that my body is still wet from the shower, and violently kick my knee up in between Wills legs. With a loud scream, Will stumbles back and falls over the edge of the bathtub. Bringing the whole shower curtain with him, his head hits the floor with a cracking sound, blood slowly starting to make a big, red gloria around him. My heart is racing on a highway as all of my thoughts are nestling together, not one normal jumping up to tell me what to do. Crawling on the floor towards Wills body, I take two fingers and put them at the side of his throat. Tears making their way down my face and my body goes into shock. No pulse and no breaths. Will is dead.