Page 7 - Blood and thunder

Wake up call

I didn't know exactly what I was doing, my body was acting before my mind
could process my own movements. Regret was slowly growing inside me and I felt like
I was going to vomit from disgust, this is because the only thing I was aware of was that
I was not doing the right thing and I was trying warn myself in every possible way.
Something bad was about to happen, I could feel it brushing the back of my neck and
whispering in my ear.
I felt a loud knock at the entrance and regained all my senses. At that very

moment I was cheating on my husband with another man from work.
“What am I doing?” My subconscious kept telling me that. “Wake up!”
I never saw myself capable of such a treacherous action, but there I was, with my
heart in my hand praying for forgiveness. A forgiveness which I wouldn’t receive.
I didn’t expect at all what happened next, it was like a wake-up call from the
trance of thoughts I was in. My husband, John, was standing there in the doorway with
a hatred look in his eyes that I had never witnessed in our entire relationship. His gaze
burned me and pierced my soul, a soul now soiled and covered with sins.
Marcus, my lover, and I jumped at the loud noise that shattered our ears, though
it was nothing compared to the two bullets aimed directly at Marcus’ chest. Everything
seemed to happen in slow motion, I felt deafened and remained static.
“What did you do?!” It was the only thing I could express at that moment. I knew
it was all my fault but this had taken me by surprise.
“No, what do you think you are doing?! You have no right to claim anything, how
dare you cheat on me?” John shouted at me. “After all these years… I knew it, you didn't
hug me like before, you didn't kiss me like before. You haven't said I love you for almost
six months!” — His eyes were red and a vein in his neck bulged out noticeably,
throbbing with every word.
I didn't say anything because I knew he was right, I felt like my heart was going
to burst out of my mouth because of how hard it was beating. The blood had splashed
all over my body and the metallic smell was spreading all over the room.
I stood analyzing the now lifeless body of Marcus. I was trying to convince myself
that he was still alive, like at any moment he was going to get up or at least move a
finger, which never happened.
My gaze shifted to John, who dropped the gun on the floor and was as shocked
as I seemed to be. His bloodied hands were shaking, I knew he was regretful, it showed
in all the little spasms in his body.
The silence that had invaded us was interrupted by my husband.
“Help me throw it away” He said in such a cold way that I shivered.