Creepy Tales of the Night- My Broken Heart

She quietly sat, tapping her polished red painted finger nails on the hard wood counter. She stared out the window at the driveway, waiting for her boyfriend to come home. A candle flickered and burned next to her, the wick slowly falling apart. She let out a deep sigh, getting rather frustrated. She grabbed a newspaper nearby and started reading it, a headline read something about a local janitor falling out of a window, she rolled her eyes, “Stupid people” she mumbled to herself. Finally she saw headlights pushing through the glass of the kitchen window. She got up and walked angrily over to the door and stood waiting with her arms crossed.

                Roy put the sedan in park, and got out with a huge smile on his face. It was late, much later than he’d usually get home from work. Roy was a well-built man, in his early thirties. He had a great job at an office, working his way up to owning the company one day. He also had a beautiful girlfriend, whom he soon planned to make his fiancé. The problem was she could be a bit…angry sometimes. He grabbed the flowers from his passenger seat and began walking up the sidewalk to the small house set just outside a suburban town. He sniffed them, and regained that big smile, even though he knew she’d be mad he was late again, he was planning something big for tomorrow night. He opened the door to her standing there with her arms crossed, tapping her foot, staring at him with cold eyes. “Before you say anything, look I meant to text back, it’s just I got hung up at work, then I didn’t want to text and drive”, he started to say. “Save it” she interrupted, her name was Amber, she was a taller slender woman with long brown hair. She could be the sweetest person, but once she was angry, her blood turned cold as ice. “I don’t want to hear another word, why do you keep lying to me?” she asked.

                “Lying to you? Baby I’m not lying, I was at work, I’ve been at work. I’m doing this for us” he answered and started to try and hug her and give her the flowers. She pushed him back, “Oh really? Then why doesn’t your bank account have any more money than usual in it?” she said very frustrated back, then grabbed the paper statement from a nearby stand and shoved it into his chest.  He looked at it confused and slightly worried she was on to him. “First off why are you going through my mail?” he said back then immediately wished he hadn’t said that. He was accustomed to dealing with her in these situations and usually knew what to say to calm her down. But that wasn’t it. She had her back turned to him, until he said that, her head slowly turned to face him, with wicked big angry eyes. Calling this the death stare was putting it lightly. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she gradually increased her tone until she was screaming. “No I was out of line, I shouldn’t of…” he began to say, but she blew up before he could finish. “I work just as hard as you do, day in and day out. I bust my ass! And here you are sneaking around with some whore for god knows how long a night!” she yelled with tears in her eyes. “Sneaking around?” he questioned.  He too now started to get a little mad; usually he kept his cool with her. But this genuinely offended him. “I have never cheated on you” he simply said but with moxie, and also raising a finger.

                She turned around all the way tears running down her face, her black makeup also running down her face. She was quieter now for a moment, but went on to say “Then explain the money? Where’s the extra for all of this overtime? And explain to me why my co-worker saw you at an Italian restaurant  two weeks ago when you told me you were working?” she stared directly into his soul looking for answers. He sort of mumbled out something that barely resembled words, and ran his hands through his hair. “Well…” he started to say but stopped, “It’s just…” he couldn’t get a sentence out. “You are unbelievable” she said before he actually said anything. “Have I not been good enough for you, do I not give you everything you wanted? Who is she?” He looked down and said again “I have never cheated on you Amber, it’s just something I can’t explain right now” he said with a quieter tone now. “Is that supposed to make this better?!” She started yelling again, throwing her arms up. “What are you hiding? Who are you hiding?” she got closer to his face now. He could feel her fiery hot breath on his face. He started to sweat, not knowing what to say, he didn’t have a way out of this. “Look I love you, I always have, and always will, but you just have to trust me” he replied walking to the kitchen fridge. “TRUST YOU!?” she screamed to loud for comfort. He cringed slightly at her annoyingly high pitched voice. But opened the fridge looking for a beer, hoping this would go away. She hauled off and slammed the fridge shut, almost shutting his face in it. “What the hell is the matter with you?” she said her eyes as wide as they could go. He pursed his lips, slightly annoyed with her actions. “Amber I just want a drink”. “Haven’t you had your fill with the hussy you were with?” she said up in his face once more. “I told you, you’re mistaken”. “But yet you have no answers for me, and I’m just supposed to believe you. Take your word for it, because you’ve been so trustworthy right? How about you also explain why when I logged into your phone account to look at your text messages. It says you’ve been deleting them?” she then turned a laptop nearby and faced it towards him. He looked at the screen, his eyes getting wide. “I know this looks really bad, but I’m really offended you have looked into this so much Amber!” he said with some anger, but knew it was a mistake going on the offense. She immediately blew up, her last nerve broke. “WHAT!?” she screamed so loudly it seemed the windows would break. She shoved him back; he stepped back a couple feet, beer in hand now. “YOU ARE DISGUSTING” she cried out, “YOU DON’T DESERVE ME” she pushed him back again. He almost lost his balance. “Look I can explain” he said over her loud bellow like cries, knowing it was time to come clean. “I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYMORE”, she then gave him one last huge push. This time he tripped over a pillow on the ground, and went spiraling backwards, his beer flying in the air, and his head landing directly on the corner of the coffee table. The back of his head was busted open, and he lost consciousness.

                Everything was spinning in circles; his whole home looked like it had been chewed up and spit out in his vision. He went to grab his head that was throbbing in pain, but he couldn’t because his hands were stuck, at least that’s what he thought at first until he realized they were tied behind his back with rope. “What the hell?” he mumbled to himself. As he regained more of himself he saw that his feet too were tied together. He was moved to the kitchen table, and his hands were tied behind one of the legs, his back being held to it. “Amber?” he said louder. Then she came waltzing around the corner, looking scarier than he had ever seen her. Her face swirled with black makeup that was messed up due to so much crying. Her hair was all over the place, she had liquor stains down her shirt. It appears when he was out, she needed some consoling. “Oh hi!” she said bending down in front of him, not seeming quite as angry now. “Amber, what the hell? Untie me right now” he commanded. “Oh is someone angry?” she said condescendingly. “How does it feel? Well guess what, I’m in control now” she said with a giggle. Roy could clearly see she had snapped now. “Look I didn’t want to ruin the surprise but this has gone far enough, I’ll tell you everything” he said unhappily, wiggling around with the uncomfortable position he was in, blood on the back of his dress shirt, jacket, and head, now more dried than before. “Oh do go on” she said even though it was obvious she didn’t care. “I have been planning an engagement party for us; I was going to propose tomorrow night”. Rather than answer she blankly stared at him for a minute, then just started laughing uncontrollably. “OHHH THAT’S WHAT THIS IS” she said smacking herself in the face, like she just had an epiphany. He sort of grinned back, “Now babe untie me, this is silly” he said. “It’s funny you say that” she said back ignoring his request. “Because to me it looks like you were screwing another WOMAN!”  She screamed again but with a deranged smile. “No I swear, that’s why you haven’t seen the extra money, I’ve been planning this” he went on, actually starting to get scared now. “I don’t believe you” she said back with no emotion. “Amber c’mon, you have to” he said sounding desperate. “Or what I have to do is torture the truth right out of you” she said sadistically and walked away for a moment,

                He didn’t know what to feel at first, would the woman he loved really hurt him like this? But she came back with a metal baseball bat. “Remember this?” she said holding it close to her. “We use to go to the batting cages when we first got together years ago” she paused for a moment looking as if she was feeling sad. “I hated the batting cages, but I pretended to like it for you!” she said as she raised it high in the air and came down on one of his knees. He screamed in pain. “AMBER!” he yelled out, “please stop I swear I’m not lying to you!” he said. His left knee smashed, and he couldn’t even grab it. “OK next part of your lie, why were you at that restaurant?” she said as she interrogated him. He said through gritted teeth, in so much pain “I reserved it for the party, it was going to be a surprise for you”. “Oh the lies never stop with you” she said, rubbing the bat all over him, pushing down on the bad knee. He cried in pain some more. “Why are you doing this? I thought you loved me?” he said in sobs. “That’s exactly what I thought after you passed out earlier, and then another thought came. I could make you love me again. I just have to fix your lying habits”. He said nothing, sweat pouring off of him. He could see his friends were right about her, she was a “crazy bitch”. “Next lie please, the texts” she said right in his face, wide eyed, like she knew she caught him red handed this time. “I’m done with this” he said turning his head to one side, trying to take the high road. “You’re done when I say you’re done!” She then left for a moment and came back with a pair of hedge trimmers. His eyes getting as wide as they could go now, she put them towards his genital region. “I really don’t want to do this, because I want kids someday. But you will tell me the truth now!” she said as she started to push the two handles together very slowly. “OK, OK, OK! JUST STOP!” he bellowed out. “I deleted them because I was inviting our family and friends, I didn’t want you to see them. I just didn’t want it to be ruined”. She pulled the trimmers away and took a moment to think about all of this.  “I still don’t believe you”.

                She left again, this time coming back with her hair dryer. “What are you going to do with that?” he said scared of his once true love. “Until you can tell me the truth” she said as she plugged it in nearby, and turned it on medium. “This will slowly burn your flesh” she said smiling, all of the love she once had, now turned to rage. She set the hair dryer facing his leg; she ripped a section of his dress pants off, and let the dryer go to work.  At first he thought this wasn’t going to work, but sure enough it started to get really hot. “Hm this is taking too long” she said watching him and turned it on high. Now it really started to burn fast. “I don’t know what else to say!” he yelled out over the dryer, his leg in pain, the same left leg that his knee was smashed on.  “THE TRUTH” she screamed one of her earth shattering screams again, pulling her hair and screaming out over the dryer. He couldn’t take the dryer anymore, wiggling to get away. “OK THERES MORE!” he screamed out. His leg started swell up where the heat was coming in, the flesh starting to slowly burn. She bent down gradually and turned it off. “Yes?” she said acting as if she was back to normal now. He could barely get out the words with all of the pain he was in. “I…”... he started to say. “I just…” he honestly knew he had nothing else to say, but he couldn’t tolerate the pain any longer. “I just love you so much” he broke down and began to cry himself, “I just wanted to make you my wife, forever and always”. He looked up to her tears in his eyes. She stopped being a psycho for the time being. “Oh baby, I just want that too” she said getting down and stroking his face with her hand. His demeanor changed and he head butted her has hard as he could, the blow also hurting him. His face in pain, but for the moment she fell backwards and wasn’t moving. He had been quietly working on getting his hands free from the rope the whole time, with a steak knife he found on the ground. Finally they broke free. He started to go for his feet, but Amber grabbed the baseball bat and wacked his hands with it. He screamed out in pain. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?” she yelled. She went again to hit him, but he grabbed it and stood up, feet still tied. “Amber this ends now” he said fiercely. She still had that crazed look in her eyes. She kneed him in the balls, he fell to his knees in pain. She then walked out of the room.

                She went straight to their bedroom and under the bed, she grabbed a case and inside laid a loaded pistol. She grabbed it and walked back down stairs, but now Roy was gone. “Oh honey where are you?” she said loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. She heard a rustling noise coming from the bathroom. She slowly walked over; pistol raised pointing to anyone in front of her. She walked into the bathroom, and quickly threw back the shower curtains, but nothing was there. “Oh Roy remember when we got this pistol? I was so against it, I said it was too dangerous. But look at how useful it is now. You always said you’d protect me with it. Too bad you are a lying pig” as she said all of this, she was walking around, searching for him. She knew with his bad leg, he couldn’t have gotten far. She then noticed a blood trail on the ground, she slowly followed it, it led straight to the back door in the kitchen that led into their backyard. She peered around, but saw nothing; she slowly opened the blinds to look outside, but still nothing. “Oh Roy don’t you still love me?” she called out. But then suddenly, he was right behind her, partially hunched over from the bad leg. “I did” he said and knocked her in the back of the head with a lamp. She fell to the floor, gun still in hand. He pulled out his phone and called 911, and told them the situation. He bent down to grab the gun, and roll her over, but she then sprang back to life and kicked him in his bad leg as hard as she could, his knee going in the complete opposite direction. He screamed and fell to the floor, dropping his phone. She regained herself, her head bleeding, her lip bleeding from the fall. “I will always love you, but clearly you don’t feel the same” she said standing over him, she pointed the gun towards him. He was crying in immense pain, and looked at her. “Amber please” he croaked, he went to reach into his jacket pocket, on instinct she immediately fired the gun three times, going straight into his chest, his blood painting the kitchen floor red.  She thought he was going to pull out a weapon, but instead as his body fell completely lifeless; his hand fell out of his jacket pocket and was holding a little black box.

               

She bent down in astonishment and slowly opened the box, inside hidden away was a beautiful diamond ring, just her size. Her reality started to come back to her now, what had she done? She thought to herself. “Roy?” she said softly now crying, and putting on the ring. She then thought of everything he said. She looked in his wallet and saw a card reservation for tomorrow evening at the Italian restaurant. “Oh my god” she said dropping the card into his pool of blood, as it slowly fluttered down, floating in the puddle. She stepped back with her hand over her mouth, feeling beyond sick to her stomach. She then heard a vibration noise coming from under the stove; she bent down and peered under to see his phone lighting up. It slipped under there, with his fall. She looked at it to see a message from his mother. It read “Hi dear, we are all set for your party tomorrow night, let us know how the proposal goes. I hope you are right that she will definitely say yes after all the work you put into this. I love you.” Amber started bawling and dropped the phone into his pool of blood as well; it fell down and splashed some onto her pants. She fell to her knees, screaming in emotional pain. “How could I do this?” she cried out in between sobs, she grabbed his head and put it on her lap. “I Love you Roy Smith” she said her tears falling onto his face. His eyes still open, as his corpse was almost bled dry, from all of the blood loss. She gently closed his eyes, and put her finger with the ring on it towards him, “It fits baby” she said sniffling, “and the answer is yes I do”. She then grabbed the gun covered in blood, and put it to her chin. There were sirens off in the distance getting closer; she looked at him one last time. “I’ll see you soon sweetheart” she said her last words and pulled the trigger. The loud bang echoing throughout the house, her brains splattering the walls all around their cute small kitchen, her blood covering the rest of the floor that his didn’t get to yet, their bloods mixing and creating a darker, richer, and thicker concoction. The back door having pieces of her brain dripping off it, the same back door he swept her off her feet and took her through years ago, when they were first official house owners. Some of her teeth bounced up onto the counters, the counter tops where she made them dinner every night, and they would laugh and tell stories. In the ceiling was a hole, the bullet went straight through to their bedroom upstairs, where they would hold each other in comfort every night, thinking they would spend forever together. The flowers he had brought home earlier, that were once a variety of colors, were now red after falling off of the counter into their pool of blood of below.

                The only noise to be heard in the empty house was a small vibration of a cell phone that lay covered in both of their blood. It was Amber’s phone and on it read a message from an unknown number that said “Hey Cutie, is he asleep yet?;)”