Chapter One - An Ominous BeginningA Chapter by Creepy Swine Guy
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“Do you realize what a f*****g wuss you sound like?” Karen hissed in an angry whisper at her demoralized husband.
She whispered because she didn't want their daughters to hear them embroiled in yet another argument. Hannah and Lauren were in the family room watching the videos that they'd taken that day with their father on the nature trails.
“Well don't you think we have problems with our relationship? We never do anything together anymore. I gave up golf and fishing so I could spend more time with you, but you always seem to be too busy. Do you even care how disappointed the girls were when you didn't show up for our hike today?” he shot back, standing at the kitchen sink washing the dinner dishes.
“I never asked you to give anything up. I wish to Hell that you would go back to your damned golf and fishing.”
“Well I told the girls that we could play a game tonight if Mommy wanted to,” he said, ignoring her last complaint, “do you think we can get along long enough to get through a game of monopoly?”
“I'm taking the girls to your sister Pam's house tonight. I told Jenna that they could come over and spend the night with her. Look I'm sorry I've been such a b***h,” she said, turning on the phony charm. “I just haven't been feeling good. Don't Nick and the guys play cards on Friday nights? Why don't you go play cards and enjoy yourself, okay?” she said, stepping closer and rubbing his chest softly.
“Are you sure?” he asked, allowing him self a small smile for the first time.
“I'm sure honey. We'll plan some time together, just you and me, next weekend, okay?” she promised convincingly.
Shortly after Doug was gone, Karen showered, shaved her legs and changed into a little tube top and a pair of very flattering blue jeans. She grabbed her cellular phone and headed out to the kitchen, stopping at the door to the family room to check on the girls on her way through. She crossed the kitchen and stepped out onto the screened-in porch as she pecked at the phone’s keys with her freshly manicured fingernails. The warm summer air was still saturated with the smell of rain from the afternoon thunderstorm that had rumbled through earlier that afternoon. She stood on the porch and looked intently across the now clear western skies where the blaze orange sun began its leisurely descent to the horizon. She inhaled the moist air and waited for her call to be answered.
“Hi.” she said with a soft, girlish excitement that was absent when she was speaking to her husband.
“Oh no, I'll be there. Nothing could keep me away from you tonight. I need to curl up with a real man. I just have to drop the girls off first. We'll be leaving the house in a few minutes, so I should be there in about thirty-five minutes. Okay?”
She cocked her head to the left and twirled her hair around her finger as she grinned and listened to sweet nothings for several moments, never noticing that seven-year-old Hannah had crept to the kitchen doorway with the video camera, and was taping her.
“No, I haven't told him anything yet; my lawyer said someone would serve him with the papers sometime this week.”
“Nope, I'm not worried; he won't fight it. He's a sniveling coward.”
The words had barely escaped her lips when she suddenly jerked backward and crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap.Hannah laughed, not aware of the grim reality of what she'd just witnessed.
“That was funny Mommy; do it again; Mommy … Mommy … Mommy?”
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