Bloody Lust

Wrath.

I carefully scan the walls of the motel room, as I sit and drown myself with thoughts of pure hatred and violence. I pick up the bottle of whiskey next to me and take a large swig, and sputter out the words "Fuckin' bitch". I had just discovered that my wife that I've been married to for 15 years, and have children with, has just cheated on me. With my best friend Daniel, who I've known since the 6th grade. I only know this through many rather lewd and inappropriate text messages between her and him, which I found on my wife's cell phone while she was in the shower. I played it off the whole day, trying not to show signs of depression or anger for my children's sake. She told me she would be visiting her mother for the night, and wouldn't be home until the next morning. I knew this was a lie, because of the messages I had seen in her phone. She would be meeting Daniel tonight at a nearby hotel. I don't need to tell you why. So I took my children to her mothers house for the night, where she claimed she was, and I drove home, grabbed my .357 Revolver from my gun safe, and rented that motel room to plan. Plan how I was going to kill my best friend.