Chapter 21 #2
I spin away from her, my hands raking into my hair and pulling until my scalp burns. “FUCK!” I scream, my teeth clattering together.
I’m losing it. I must be. Something is fucking happening to me.
The effects of the sleeping tablets that bitch fed to me start to take a solid hold over me, my skin feeling clammy under my jacket and shirt.
Yanking at my tie and collar, I rip them both away from my skin, feeling suffocated.
Throwing my body around, I face my deceiving wife again, the motion has me doubling over on myself, blinking my eyes rapidly to clear the blur.
Giving myself a minute, I see Annabelle in my periphery pulling herself up to lean against the cabinet, her cheap blonde hair now matted and stained a hot red.
“I’m fucking done, Ricky! Don’t you hear me! This marriage is over!” She screams out, her voice cracking and hoarse. “I can’t live like this any longer. You, have fucking ruined me. I never deserved any of this!”
I feel the exact moment something snaps inside of me, my tether to reality completely fractures. My sanity fractures and splits wide open to unleash the evil that’s buried inside of me. A thick, black mass pouring out from my seams.
Standing to my full height I make quick, determined strides over to her.
My hand slides into the back of her wet hair and I can taste the copper tang in the air on my tongue.
Forcing my fingers into her scalp, I grip the open gash at the back of her head and pull, she screams and pants under my torture.
Annabelle’s hands wrap tightly around my wrist to ease the pain but it doesn’t deter me as I bring my face to hers, our hot breaths mingling together.
“Is that so?” I taunt. “You think you can just walk away from me? Hm. That I’d just let you leave?
What the fuck do you take me for, Annabelle?
Because I’ll tell you right now, you won’t be leaving here alive.
If I can’t have you, no one can.” She whimpers under my hold and I plant a punishing kiss to her mouth, the bruising force causes my jaw to ache but I don’t relent.
Prying her mouth open with mine, I force my tongue past her lips and into her mouth, my free hand attempting to rip her blouse fully from her battered body.
She struggles and fights against my hold, her arms flailing around, knocking picture frames from the cabinet, the glass bouncing on the carpet.
I bite down on her plump bottom lip until blood starts to pool in around my teeth and she cries out, her voice gets trapped in my mouth.
I force my hand down the front of her trousers, the clasp and button bursting open at my intrusion.
“Ricky! Please. Stop.. don’t do this!” She pleads but I no longer care.
She’s pushed me too far now and there’s no going back.
I’ll have my way with her then I’ll fucking kill her.
End her entire existence right here on this expensive fucking carpet.
My entire focus is solely on tearing into her, taking her again and again until I’ve had my fill.
Until she’s battered and bloody and begging for me to finish her. To put her down like a sick dog.
I don’t notice her body stilling underneath my hands until it’s too late, as a blinding pain splits against the back of my head rendering me useless.
My vision flashes behind my lids, black to white then white to black.
I feel my hands slipping from her body, the space in front of me becoming empty at the loss of her as I stumble backwards.
My shoes crush the glass photo frames under my weight, the fragments shattering.
Bringing my hand to the back of my head I feel the hot wetness seeping out of the deep gash, coating my fingers in the slimy substance.
“You fucking.. Hit me. I’ll fucking kill you for this.
” I seethe, my chest heaving and straining.
Seeing Annabelle in front of me, her blouse torn down the front, the opening of her trousers gaping, the lace underwear peeking out, the gold marble lamp hanging by her side, my blood slowly dripping from the base like a leaky tap has me ready to start a murder spree.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispers, the features of her face are unreadable.
The moments seem to happen in slow motion right before my eyes, like I’m no longer inside my own body.
My wife lifts her arm with everything she has, the gold lamp swinging into my vision again before coming into contact with the side of my head, whipping it to the side.
The raging pain fires through my whole body until I feel myself falling backwards, my head and back bouncing off the carpet, my teeth shattering together in my face.
I feel the blood seep out of the wound at the side of my head, the warm liquid running down my temples until it pools in my ear blocking out any sound, almost like I’m under water.
Everything is so heavy as I try to lift my body, to make any sort of movement but it never comes, the drugs and throbbing pain is enough to knock me out.
I succumb to the darkness until I no longer see anything.