A Love Story Gone Wrong: Coming Soon

Putting away what was finished and putting the rest down the garbage disposal. Glancing at the monitor.

"Okay bitch! You have time." Said quietly to self as if the room wasn't empty.

"What now? What now?"

Loudly stating: "Oh my gosh! Yes!"

Remembering she knew someone who had issues with poisonous mushrooms growing near their oak tree. She got so excited. Thinking she could mask it with lemon juice and just give it to him in his morning protein shake. Thinking he would not mind since she had been trying new things in the kitchen recently. She forgot she shot them both.

Not knowing how she could explain showing up to an Emergency Room with this nigga shot up she panicked even more.

With an idea she went to the basement where he was still bleeding out and half conscious.

"Look at you.", Weakly said.

"One to talk. I'll be alive tomorrow." She said.

She untied her and began to drag his, now seemingly unconscious body, to the chair on the other side of the room. Not expecting the dead weight plus his body weight, she pulled at his legs and was met with anger when she could not move him. She uncuffed them and fiercely drug him across the floor. Halfway to the chair, he jerked one of his legs back and kicked her onto the floor.

Not able to lift his body off the floor because he used most his strength to knock her over and his shoulders were filled with bullets. She had the advantage.

Thinking quickly she got up and began to drag him by his legs again. Successfully getting to where she needed to be she ditched the old plan and left the basement.

Making a trip to a closet upstairs and the master room, She was back with socks and bleach.

Stuffing the socks in his mouth. She dug her fingers as deep as she could in a wound. As he bit down and made muffling screams of agony. She felt relief from the down fall she took recently.

Thinking smarter she cuffed his arms behind his back. Retrieving the gun. Bullets out. She beat him across the head until she regained her composure.

She went back upstairs to take a shower, change, make a to-do list and a phone call.

Stepping out of the shower she lost it!

Trashing the bathroom. Breaking the mirror and a mess all over the floor.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? How could you be so dumb!? You! They!! How!?". Said a bit too loud. She remembered something, got the basket and basically floated toward the washer.

Looking blankly still moving towards her destination.

Blinking repeatedly to focus on her task at hand. Checking for blood and hair. She tossed the items into the washer. Grabbing Lysol sanitizer and detergent she turned the machine on.

Once started, she made it to her phone and dialed the number she hated she knew by heart.

*Ringing*

"What's Good?" She hung up. Knowing absolutely nothing was good. She damn near broke the phone again.

Scrolling through her contacts she selected the name and waited for an answer.

"Hello."

"Hey, can I come see you next week?" Happy for what she heard next. She smiled.

"Why not today? I have not seen you all in.. how long has it been?"

Met with silence she waited for a response knowing she had her own plans.

"Shit! I don't know, a few months right?" Said unknowingly.

"It was your oldest one birthday." She said annoyed but firm.

"That's right! I-".

"What are your plans for today?" She said cutting them off before it led to a new topic. Which is what usually happens when they had conversations.