domestic Bliss

Others Stories | Jan 17, 2012 | 4 min read
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domestic Bliss

She stood motionless in the kitchen, contemplating her plan of ending him while simultaneously grappling with her conscience. She had plotted and planned this event many times but, somehow she always managed to talk herself out of it. Maybe it was the fear, maybe it was what little remained of the intense love they had once shared..whatever it was, it had managed to spare him many times.

This time was different. He had hit her again, and for that he needed to pay. She wouldn't wait for him to do it again. So many times he had promised her that things would get better. He would cry and plead with her not to leave him, saying that he needed her. Telling her that she was his entire world, that nothing was more important to him than her. He said he hated himself for what he had done, that he was ashamed. Yet somehow, he always managed to forget those apologies. Inevitably he would be overcome with rage at some perceived slight and once again the fists would fly...not this time. She had to do something before he killed her and she knew what that was. She had to be the one to kill him.

She reached up and touched her face with her fingertips. She was greeted with a warm wet sensation that angered her and stiffened her resolve. Blood. She hated the sight of it yet she saw it so often as a result of his violent outbursts. Not this time, she thought. This time, he'll be the one who's bleeding. Her retribution was imminent, this was clear. The time had come, and she was ready.

Pulling the shiny silver butcher knife from the wooden block on the counter, she caught her reflection in the steel. She didn't recognize the face of the woman looking back at her. Her once soft features had been replaced by the face of a woman who had been beaten down by life. Her eyes no longer radiated the youthful fire that had once made her so attractive. They were cold and dead...but, that was about to change. She needed that light back in her eyes and she was going to get it.

The sound of him screaming at her from the living room startled her so badly she nearly dropped the knife that was tightly nestled in her hand.

"I said where's my dinner, you lazy bitch?" he screamed again.

Gathering her wits about her she carefully tucked the knife into the waistband of her jeans. She grabbed the plate of food she had prepared from the counter and took a deep breath. This is it, she thought. Now's my chance.

As she entered the living room he stretched out his arm without turning from the TV but instead of handing it to him, she stood there motionless. "It's right here, sweetie" she said quietly."

"Put it in my fucking hand you dumb bitch." He screamed at her.

"No!" she said defiantly.

He turned and looked at her with  pure hatred. It was at that point she threw the plate in his face giving herself enough to time to reach behind her and pull the knife from her waistband. As she lifted the knife over her head enough of the mashed potatoes had fallen from his eyes that he could clearly see what his wife was about to do. Fear registered in his face and he opened his mouth to plead with her but, it was too late. Using all the force she could muster she brought the knife down into his skull. A loud pop followed by a sickening crack sounded as she penetrated the skull, followed by an obscene wet squelch. Again and again she raised the knife her anger finally boiling over. It wasn't until she had destroyed most of what had been his head that her anger subsided enough for her to realize what she had just done.

"I'm sorry honey" she said.  "I just hate myself for that. I promise, I'll never ever do it again. I love you. You're everything to me. I would die without you."

She laughed in amusement at the sight of his brain matter splattered all over his favorite chair. If he had been able he would be screaming at her to clean it up. She stuck her finger on the back of the chair and scooped some of it up with the tip of her finger, flinging it in what was left of his face. She smiled with relief as it splattered across the gruesome gore that had replace his angry expression.

"Now clean that up, bitch. I'm going out."

 

 

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Victoria Shank Mar 28, 2012

That was the best story I have read on here yet!! You used great detail!!! I believe any woman in that kind of relationship should be able to kill him!!! You should check out my story it is call "Alone for the Night" it is my first so it MIT not be great

Cardwell Feb 16, 2012

Wow... just wow! Diana, I love this story so much! You are by far my favorite author here. Keep up the good work!

Preeti Jan 27, 2012

Interesting story..!!!!

Kevin summlen Jan 20, 2012

i enjoyed reading your story, it was great.

Diana Jan 22, 2012

Thank you :) I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

The-beggining Jan 18, 2012

The details are what make it. You have the right idea and it's great but you have to think, could she really have the streamgth to penetrate his skull? Great story check out mine and be harsh on the comments guys.

Diana Jan 18, 2012

I think she could. Our body is capable of amazing things when we experience large surges of adrenaline. Not only that but, we already know forcible impact breaks bones. The skull is a bone. If you hit it hard enough, it breaks, just like it was any other

Ruhaani Jan 17, 2012

nice story.. love your previous stories as well..

Diana Jan 18, 2012

Thank you :)

James G. Kelly Jan 17, 2012

Lol, I love it. Excellent desciptions of stabbing the guy in the head. Sure you haven'tdone that before? It should be perfectly legal for a battered woman to kill her husband. That might cut down on the problem a bit.

Diana Jan 18, 2012

Thanks :) I have not done that before, thankfully! But to be honest, I tend to write stories like this when I'm angry. Helps relieve a bit of pent up aggression. I wanted to write something where the violence was something that wouldn'tbe looked at as 100

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