Random short story
A slap of flesh against flesh rings out through the room as Keith strikes his wife. He had found Heather in the arms of another. Enraged, he stabbed the man and dragged her out by her hair. She pleaded and tried to explain but he would not listen.
"Keith...please!" she cried.
"Shut the fuck up you whore!" he screamed.
"Its not wh-"
Her words were cut off by his hand wrapping around her delicate throat. Keith pushed her against the wall and held her there by her throat. She gaged and coughed as she tried to break free. Her small delicate hands tugged on his large burly one. His piercing dark brown eyes burrowed into her bulging emerald ones. Her coughs rang out through the room. Her eyes turning red as the blood vessels popped in them. Her tongue lolled out of her small mouth as her silky lips turned a deep purple. Light brown hair clung to her sweaty face as her lungs tried to take in air she couldn't suck in. Her hands soon fell to her side as she slowly went under. Keith held her there until he felt no pulse in her vulnerable neck. He dropped her to the floor and panted. He slid down against the wall and tried to calm down. The police soon arrived and found the body of Heather and her dead brother. Arresting Keith they shoved the now shocked man in the back of their car. Distraught, Keith sat in his jail cell with his head in his hands. Feeling the guilt rising he took off his belt and tied it to the bunk bed. He slowly tied the other end to his neck and hung himself. He looked out of the bars with glazed eyes as one thought passed his mind.
What have I done?
"Keith...please!" she cried.
"Shut the fuck up you whore!" he screamed.
"Its not wh-"
Her words were cut off by his hand wrapping around her delicate throat. Keith pushed her against the wall and held her there by her throat. She gaged and coughed as she tried to break free. Her small delicate hands tugged on his large burly one. His piercing dark brown eyes burrowed into her bulging emerald ones. Her coughs rang out through the room. Her eyes turning red as the blood vessels popped in them. Her tongue lolled out of her small mouth as her silky lips turned a deep purple. Light brown hair clung to her sweaty face as her lungs tried to take in air she couldn't suck in. Her hands soon fell to her side as she slowly went under. Keith held her there until he felt no pulse in her vulnerable neck. He dropped her to the floor and panted. He slid down against the wall and tried to calm down. The police soon arrived and found the body of Heather and her dead brother. Arresting Keith they shoved the now shocked man in the back of their car. Distraught, Keith sat in his jail cell with his head in his hands. Feeling the guilt rising he took off his belt and tied it to the bunk bed. He slowly tied the other end to his neck and hung himself. He looked out of the bars with glazed eyes as one thought passed his mind.
What have I done?