Love spoiled
The day was as normal as any other. The sun was
shining bright and people were packing their bags for week long vacations. In
her eyes, this day was not happy at all. It was as dark as the pit of hell
itself, and as silent as the dead. This is the day her world came crashing down
over her already troubled soul, casting a shadow of pure hatred to completely
fill her up until she felt as if she were possessed by the devil himself.
Annie Bullard had just received a voicemail on her
home phone from a young lady wondering when her husband was going to be headed
back to California to continue their friendship with pleasurable benefits. She
knew that something was different between her and Taylor for the past three
years, but she always stayed strong and refused to believe that he was the type
that would cheat on her. They had been happy with two beautiful children, but
what had changed?
She felt her stomach start to do back flips, and her
whole body felt like it could catch flames any minute. Was it possible for someone
to feel so much hatred and rage toward another person? She thought about what
she could have done wrong to make him want to cheat on her. Annie felt empty.
Like all the life had just been sucked out of her, and a numbing sensation fell
upon her like a swarm of hornets when their nest is disturbed. It was only
forty minutes ‘till he got home from his poker game with his buddies down the
street. She knew she could never let the
kids know they were fighting, and she certainly didn’t want them to think of
their father as a bad person even though he deserved that.
What was she going to do? How was she going to tell
him that she had found out about his affair with the younger lady in
California? She had to take the kids somewhere where they could be happy. She
began to absent mindedly walk around the house picking up toys, and getting the
kids bags packed. The bus would be here any minute now. Annie called their
grandmother and asked if she could watch them for the weekend so her and Taylor
could have some time to themselves. She started to become nervous. Taylor never
was much of a violent man, but sometimes he had too many drinks when he went
out with the boys that tended to make him have a more sour temper toward
things.
The big yellow monster that took her kids away from
her for eight hours out of the day pulled up in front of the house with a
screech that was as bad as nails being drug across a chalk board. Annie peered through the creamy, lace
curtains out at her kids. They were smiling, happily running up the side walk
to give her the after school hugs. She had a pleasant feeling rush through her
for a split second, but it faded with the thought of what Taylor had done
taking away her children’s happiness. Pure hatred ran through her again. She would
never let anyone take away her kids happiness.
After getting her hugs she buckled them up in the
truck and took them to their grandma’s house for their weekend sleep over. She
was down to twenty minutes before he came home, and she wanted to be there when
he walked through the door. She said hi to their grandmother, told the kids bye,
told them she loved them, and left with a purpose in her heart that scared even
her. She decided that talking to him
would solve nothing. She wanted to hurt him, wanted to cause him so much pain
that he would never be able to hurt her again, for her sake as well as her
children’s. She had never thought that
she would be the kind of person that would consider murdering someone, but she
knew it had to be done.
Annie started by cleaning the blade to where it
shined like a brand new dimond ring, and hid under one of the couch cushians.
She felt like she had bricks in the pit of her stomach, and began to feel the
need to vomit. Her time was running short. She prepared his last meal and
placed it on the side table next to his lazy boy recliner in front of the tv.
She heard a door shut outside, and knew that this was it. It was time to finish
this craziness and hurt that he had caused her.
