After the tears streamed down her face, she stood in silence, just watching the scene unfold in front of her. The shock of what happened rising in her stomach. Her breath came out uneven as his hands, the same hands that touched her, were on this other woman. She watched how the mistress’s body pressed tightly against his, her leg slowly hitching around his hip as his fingers delicately traced the contours of her milky skin. Anna never meant to come home early, her day pretty much dragging on until her hard ass boss finally let her go home early. She slightly remembered the excitement she felt in her veins when she got the text from her husband saying he couldn’t wait till he could ravage her body the minute she got there. She now realized, the wrong message had been sent to her and what really should’ve been sent to her was “your best friend is going to be sleeping with me tonight”. While she stood there, watching every fabric of clothing being torn off her best friend she couldn’t help but picture her and Adam. The night they got married and promised to love each other through all their ups and downs, despite the poverty or the wealth, despite the fat she gained after her miscarriage and despite losing her job to a harassment law suit. She couldn’t help but let her self confidence drain from her, leaving a gigantic size whole in its place. She held the door knob tightly in her hand, careful not to distract the lovers from their workout. Anna’s legs stretch backwards and she quietly make her way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“What do I do now?” she whispered to herself. She never set up a plan B if she every encountered this situation, she always knew she wouldn’t have to worry about that with Adam…and he proved unworthy. As her mind played the memories of their 9 years together she couldn’t help but let the anger replace her self loathing. Before she knew it her hands were griped around a 7 inch long butchers knife and her feet were leading up the stairs, back into the bedroom. This time Anna wasn’t so careful with sound and she kicked the door open and watched as the naked couple jumped apart. She saw her husbands eyes open wide in shock at the knife that was tightly wrapped in her palms.
“Anna…” he gulped as he got on his knees, the blanket covering him up.
“I know this looks bad but there’s no reason to get dramatic sweetheart, Jessica was just-“
“SHUT UP!” Anna’s voice echoed through the bedroom, her bedroom where she shared similar memories with Adam. The knife was pointed at Jessica, her best friend since grade school.
“How could you! How DARE you!!’ She shouted, all the emotion pouring out from her lungs.
“Anna, please! I’m sorry…” her best friends voice squeaked.
An evil laugh emitted from Anna’s throat and she tilted her head back in false humor.
“You’re sorry huh? We’ll I’m about to be really sorry too…” Anna’s voice came out menacing as she lunged on the bed and plunged the knife through Jessica’s heart. Time seemed to still as she went on a rampage, the knife becoming her token of anger and she unleashed a side she never knew she had. Moments later she stepped off the bed and grabbed the house phone that was sitting on her bedside table. The blood smeared the buttons as she dialed 911.
“911, what is your emergency?” a young woman’s voice called.
Anna took a deep breath and she opened her mouth.
“There’s been an emergency…please hurry.”
