Never Talk
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
796
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Their lives were in shambles. She was, against her better judgment, sleeping with her friend and colleague, a married man who also happened to hate her for the fact that she loved him; and he was cheating on his wife with his friend, whom he happened to be taking advantage of. It was their own private hell: betraying the person you most trusted and not being to stop yourself along with being hurt by the person you most loved in this world because you just couldn’t say no. They were both bitter and practically drowning in self-loathing. She hated what they’d become, both addicts of their respective vices: sadism and masochism. There was no love in their couplings and there never had been. He was taking her body against her will, though she couldn’t bring herself to stop him, and he knew it. She knew he wanted to stop as did she. They would never stop… unless she did something about it. A smile curved her lips as the prospect of freedom settled in her mind. Her smile broadened. She would do something about it.
Chloe waited in her living for Robert to arrive. She’d seen his car behind her. Where was he? At that moment her door opened and she watched as he locked it behind him. Yes indeed, she was going to do something about it. She held the gun in both her hands, her finger on the trigger, and pointed it at his chest. His eyes widened and then his whole body sagged with relief.
“Thank you, short stuff,” he said softly with a faint smile on his lips.
The tears slid rapidly down her cheeks as she remembered a time when she could hear his nickname for her every day and frown with irritation at his fondness for it. She shot him as the tears kept falling and her heart finished breaking. She looked down at his unmoving body on the floor and sobbed and shuddered with every breath she took.
“You’re welcome, big head,” she whispered as she pressed the hot metal of the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.
The End
Chapter 3
Their lives were in shambles. She was, against her better judgment, sleeping with her friend and colleague, a married man who also happened to hate her for the fact that she loved him; and he was cheating on his wife with his friend, whom he happened to be taking advantage of. It was their own private hell: betraying the person you most trusted and not being to stop yourself along with being hurt by the person you most loved in this world because you just couldn’t say no. They were both bitter and practically drowning in self-loathing. She hated what they’d become, both addicts of their respective vices: sadism and masochism. There was no love in their couplings and there never had been. He was taking her body against her will, though she couldn’t bring herself to stop him, and he knew it. She knew he wanted to stop as did she. They would never stop… unless she did something about it. A smile curved her lips as the prospect of freedom settled in her mind. Her smile broadened. She would do something about it.
Chloe waited in her living for Robert to arrive. She’d seen his car behind her. Where was he? At that moment her door opened and she watched as he locked it behind him. Yes indeed, she was going to do something about it. She held the gun in both her hands, her finger on the trigger, and pointed it at his chest. His eyes widened and then his whole body sagged with relief.
“Thank you, short stuff,” he said softly with a faint smile on his lips.
The tears slid rapidly down her cheeks as she remembered a time when she could hear his nickname for her every day and frown with irritation at his fondness for it. She shot him as the tears kept falling and her heart finished breaking. She looked down at his unmoving body on the floor and sobbed and shuddered with every breath she took.
“You’re welcome, big head,” she whispered as she pressed the hot metal of the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.
The End