Broken

I was on a bed in a motel situated in a lone street. The night was silent and everyone was probably asleep. The fan blades were rotating lazily on the ceiling. The room was dark, the window was open fully and a pleasant breeze drifted in. Resting motionlessly, I awaited pleasure again.

When I first met Ian he was just a bed of roses for me. Polite, charming, charismatic, he was the whole package. All I did was to say "hi" and we started talking. I started to see Ian, at first it was just once a week or so but later in the months it was frequent, everytime we met, it was a breath of fresh air for me. It was on the third day of July when Ian finally "did" it with me. Never had I felt so alive.

Ian was out of the bathroom and he felt warm. Even though the room was dark, I could see his smile as he made his way next to me. We kissed passionately before Ian climbed onto bed. My heart was pumping like crazy just like always. Adrenaline was filled inside me as we hugged, kissed, touched and caressed each other. It was all pleasant inside of me, but however there was a person branded in the back of my head which made me feel downright guilty about all of this at the same time, my husband Dan.

My husband wasn't that bad at all. He was a caring and nice husband to me but the love between the two of us was just not there anymore and it just simmers down over the years. But nevertheless I still loved him. So it always pains me at the same time when I have to leave the house just to meet Ian but desire always outweighs guilt. It is always so frightening to have the thought that my husband will eventually find out. The risk is there but I am willing to take.

Dan always looks restless, figiting around and losing his temper nowadays. He always have this wasted look in him. But this time it was worse, his eyes were dark, shrunken and glaring, with a sudden amplified anger in him. He was wearing a trench coat. His breathing was deep and his teeth were showing. My whole world fell in front of my eyes.

"You disgusting bitch I'm going to kill you now!" That was all he said as he lunged at the two of us. He dug into his coat and took out a chopper. I thought of him as a monster now rather than my husband. I tried to scramble out of bed but he was too quick and he pinned me down with his left hand. All I could only see now was the chopper in his other hand. Ian pounced on him to try to get him off me. He shouted at me to run away right now. I listened to Ian and took off, barefooted; I climbed out of the open window and proceeded out to the fire escape.

Screams and shouts were heard inside of the window. It sounded like a torture chamber; the sounds slowly soften as I nervously and hurriedly climbed down the creaking rusty stairway. Soon there was nothing anymore inside the room and a wave of nausea hit me. Only one person would have survived and I prayed to god that it would be Ian. A face found his way out of the window. It was Dan, my heart was screaming and it was all over the place.

"It's your turn slut."He said to me, moving out of the window, the chopper in his hand was smeared with fresh blood. I cringed and hasten my steps. Dan was jumping down steps and he was gaining on me. This was all a nightmare for me, I could still remember the times where Dan and I were in love, we promised each other that we would be together till the end. Now it was all shattered as the reality came clean right in front of me. My husband is now armed with a chopper, trying to kill me.

A rusty blade sank and tore right into my foot but I ignored it. I desperately tried to knock onto the windows trying to get help but there was no one to open the windows. The thundering crashes were becoming more and more louder, I panicked and ran down the stairs. I could only see ahead when an arm grabbed me from behind. The world stopped for a brief moment before it resumed. Black dots were dancing in my eyes as I struggled to get free. The arm proceeded to push me off the railings as I fell from the second floor. It was a hard fall but I didn't faint. I tried to get up but an unbearable pain surged through me and I was immobilized.

The sounds of footsteps were heard as they slowly inched their way to me. I looked up and saw a menacing face with no emotions.

"Sorry, I'm just sorry. Please don't kill me." I cried and genuinely pleaded for him to let me go. Dan smiled, giggled and shook his head.

"It's too late for everything, my sweet dear wife. I'm going to kill you...just like how I killed that bastard off." He started to observe the blood stained chopper in his hands, his giggles turned into mass-hysteria. My heart sank.

"No...NO this must be a lie." I shook my head and screamed at him in disbelieve.

"Do you any idea how much I have gone through! I supported the family, I'm loyal to you. I spent my bloody time to be with you when you needed me the most. And this is how you repay me?" His smile turned into distraught as he started to cry.

"Those voices, terrible putrid voices inside of me. Mocking me, making fun of me, make it stop please." He was shivering as he whispered to himself, hitting his head at the same time. "I know everyone is looking at me. Everyone is talking behind me thinking of ways to get rid of me and to celebrate when I'm gone, just fuck off everyone!" He flanked his hands on his head and shouted around, shaking violently as if he was in pain. His arms then dropped down and dangled around without energy. I tried to crawl away and he soon raised his head and stared at me wide eyed, his pupils were beady.

"Oh you're not getting away my dear sweet little pumpkin. Come here and let me snuggle you." A smile grew on him as he walked towards me with the glinting chopper in his hand. Desperation hit me as I shrieked and screamed. My piercing screams broke the silence of the night, but no one was there.

Then there was soon nothing.

The telephone rang and a police officer answered the call.

"This is the police department. How may I help you?"

"Good evening Madam, this is Mr Dan Berkeley speaking. You see I just murdered my wife just now. I thought it would be nice to let you know this..." Dan was solemn, giving the police officer the details of the murder and the address of the place and he disconnected.

Dan proceeded to sit next to his dead wife, occasionally snickering. He sat her up next to the brick wall and put his arm around her, sniffing and kissing her cold lips.

"Some day later, we will be together again my sweet dear wife." Dan said to her promisingly and embraced her lifeless body as the sound of cop cars drowned the surroundings and everyone starts to peer out from the windows.

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