Creep story I made up, based on something in the news.. ummm please Review cause I'm pretty proud of this piece and want to know how to improve it. Please Review! thanks

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Leather made a soft sliding sound as my hands moved against the steering wheel. Every so often I'd grip it tight, my entire body tensing, until I'd force myself to relax, force myself to breathe. I stared at my hands: the nicely manicured nails, the large size, and the dark skin color that almost blended in with the leather. I ran my hands over the steering wheel again.

Here I was, drunk and once again disillusioned, I thought that with money and power nothing could bring me down, I'd have a pedestal of steel. Little did I know that I wasn't on a pedastal, I was built on the backs of hundreds and hundreds of people, the most important being my beautiful wife Cynthia.

I had thought her unimportant. She was dumb, blonde, looking beautiful in pinks and pastels, and the perfect stereotypical lady. Despite this, or maybe because, I had thought of her loyalty as a given. Little did I know that my days at the office making money for us, for her, were just opportunities for her little trysts. Little did I know that some big shot white guy was knocking up my wife. She had asked me for a divorce, told me the reasons why. I, in turn, discovered that black and blue was not one of her colors.

I had left then, to a bar, gotten as piss drunk as possible and then found myself in front of His house, that insufferable big shot white guy. I worked with him, had met his beautiful Vietnamese wife and two kids. He needed to feel what it was like.

I ran my hands over the leather steering wheel again, my damp hands sticking to it in odd ways. Then I leaned over to open the glove compartment, and with a soft click, fished out the cool metal and stuffed it in my pocket. I sat there for a second, fingering the trigger, the ridges in the barrel, and I felt calm, detached, almost in a dream. That's right Tavarius, it's just like those video games back in high school, get the gun and shoot the bad guy, you win.

I opened the door with a soft click. The noise echoed down the lonely street, warning the neighborhood of my arrival. I navigated my way out of the car, up the front walk, walking slowly, assuredly, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. That's it, just walk up there, now ring the door bell, smile.

My face contorted to a rictus grin.

“Hello, Mrs. Dang?” I questioned coolly, my face frozen in a mask.

“Yes?”

“Hi, I'm Tavarius Williams, I work with your husband and I needed to consult with him on something. Is he home?” The words seemed to flow from me. I watched detached as my mouth moved, that strange grin never leaving my face.

“Um, he's not home right now but he will be soon. Would you like to come in?” I knew that, I knew he wouldn't be home until later.

“Sure,” I answered simply. She stepped back and motioned me inside. She was wearing long sweatpants, the kind from Victoria Secret, with a green sweater. Her long black hair was tied back into a low ponytail.

I walked into her spacious living room, everything white and spotless. Her two children were on the ground, one doing his homework, and the other playing with dinosaur figurines.

“Would you wait one moment?” she asked, turning towards me, her head cocked to the side. With my nod she addressed her children. “C'mon kids it's time for bed! I'll tuck you guys in.” With a few grumbles the two children got up and she followed them down the hallway. I in turn followed her.

She kept walking and then, when she heard my footsteps, turned and asked with a pleasant smile, “If you would just wait in the liv-”

She broke off as I drew the gun, my grin still on my face. My hands were steady, I had never been so sure of anything in my life.

She started screaming incoherently the barrel of my gun aimed at her chest, her two children huddled behind her. She was screaming, screaming, screaming so deafeningly almost to the point of silence. Her lettuce green sweater grabbed my attention again, like a flashing neon target. I cocked the gun. And shot.

Red, black and green swirled together.