The Homewrecker

Suspense Stories | Feb 1, 2013 | 4 min read
40 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
Jim was getting ready for bed, hoping as he brushed his teeth that tonight would be the night his wife would forget work and stay with him in the bedroom. He spat into the sink, rinsed his mouth out, and walked to over to his wife who was sitting on the bed with her cell phone on one ear. "Honey, are you-"
"John, quiet! I'm listening to a voicemail my coworker left me, I think they need me tonight at the hospital."
John groaned inwardly, then replied, "I think they will be fine without you for one night. Can't you stay here with me sweetheart?"
His wife looked at him with a pitying expression, hugged him, and said, "I'll be home in the morning."
With that, she stood up and walked out of the bedroom. John could hear her footsteps down the hallway, then a clink as she grabbed the car keys. He climbed into bed as the car could be heard pulling out of the driveway, and prepared for another lonely night. "Why am I even still with the bitch," he mumbled to himself, "She doesn't care about me or my needs."
He rolled onto his back and glared at the ceiling. "Why am I even staying here for the night, complaining like a housewife? She's gone, I can go out and grab a few drinks, maybe find someone willing to spend the night with me."
With that idea renewing his energy, John hopped out of bed and pulled on some jeans and a plain button-down shirt. He went to the kitchen, got the keys to his car, and walked out the front door. "Time to find me a homewrecker," he chuckled as he started his 2010 Ford truck.
Half an hour later, John was at a bar and on his fourth beer. No girls had come in that weren't requiring at least ten beers to even go near them. He downed his drink, then stood up and prepared to just go home. As he staggered toward the front door,a woman opened it before he could get his hand on the doorknob. He was about to yell at her for almost hitting him with the door, but stopped when he got a good look at her. She was tall, with slim legs and dark hair that tumbled down past her shoulder. She smiled at him, and a husky voice came out of her lips that surprised him.
"Hello there, I'm so sorry I almost hit you. Are you alright?"
John blinked at her for a second, the beer slowing his thought process, then replied in slurred words, "S'alright ma'am. No harm done. But what is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"
The woman giggled and said, "Well, do you have a better place in mind we could go?"
John grinned. He wouldn't be lonely tonight after all. He took the woman by the hand, and led her to his truck. "By the way, I never caught your name. What is it?" he asked. "Lily." "Well, that's a pretty name. Lily, we are going back to my house." Lily nodded, and climbed into the truck. John slid into the driver's side, and shoved the keys into the ignition. The bar wasn't far from his house, thank God. His driving was a little impaired from the alcohol.
They arrived at the house, and John opened the car door for Lily. They went through the front door, then John led her to the bedroom. *The next scene is too explicit to go into detail, let's just say it was some nasty hanky-panky.*
At 8 in the morning, John was awakened by the slamming of a car door. His wife was home. He smiled, relieved evidence of what he had done last night was gone. His wife walked into the bedroom and leaned over him, kissing his forehead. John said, "Hi honey. How was work?" She sighed and replied, "Annoying. Too many sick people, not enough time to heal them." John wrapped his arms around her and held her for a minute, then released her as she got up to remove her work clothes. "Well, at least tonight I can hopefully stay home with you." John nodded, then sat in silence as she threw her nurse uniform in the corner and went to the closet to grab some pajamas. She opened the door, and screamed. Lily's body was stuffed in the back, blood dried around a knife wound to her chest. She whispered, "Good girl. Stay in there now." Then she turned around to face John and smiled gently, a bloody knife hidden behind her back. "John sweetie, I want another hug. I've missed you so much, and I know you were sad being lonely all night..."

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Lily Howlett Sep 4, 2013

Oh my God I'm never going to a bar ever.

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