A Relationship - We Will Be Together

A Story by Ebony

When people snap. An engaged couple and his mistress.

A Relationship by Ebonyboo415

We’ll Be Together .

Vera .

Luke’s holding her. Carrie. Her. He’s helping her in the car they look happy. So happy. I'm worry about our baby but he’s ignoring me while playing house with his fiance. How dare he? They are leaving, probably going home. I follow them in my car and park in a place where they can't see and wait. He won't abandon me. Not for her. I'll make sure of it.

Carrie .

We are playing a game. Its called ‘Let Pretend Everything’s Ok’. I think Luke's winning. I know he’s happy about the pregnancy but as for me I'm not sure how i feel. I love him. I want him. I want to try to fix this but...

“What’s wrong?” Luke ask noticing I wasn't watching TV anymore. We were both watching TV.

“Nothing,” Everything. “Just thinking about the baby.” And what the hell we're going to do.

“You sure that's all?” He asked. When did he become Mr.Attentive?

No, he’s just trying to change, that's all. “Yes.” I answered then i gave him a quick sweet kiss. “Don't you have to go to work now?”

"Oh yeah,” he replied looking at the clock. “Gotta go.” He gave me a quick kiss then slipped his shoes on, grabbed his jacket, and headed out the door.

I stood and locked the door. I wonder if I should apologize to Shawn and say a formal goodbye. Probably, but ... Sigh.

Just as I was about to sit the doorbell rang. I wonder who that could?

Vera .

I watched Luke leave I knew I needed to make a move now so now here I stand in front of Luke's front door waiting for her to answer. I have a plan. All I have to tell her I'm pregnant and then she’ll leave Luke. She seems like one of those goody-goody b*****s. Easy, fast, and simple. No problem.

Carrie open her door with a pleasant smile that quickly turn into a blank but weary look when she recognize me. “What do you want?”

“We need to talk about our ‘problem’” I answered with a formal smile. “Can't I come in?”

“O.. k” She replied wearily and move to the side to let me in.

I sat on the chair while she sat on the couch putting a lot of distance between us.

“So, talk,” She order after a few minutes passed.

Impatient, huh? Fine lets make this real quick. “Leave Luke.” I ordered.

“What!?” she asked in disbelief. I guess it would be hard to believe, a total stranger, who barges into your home and commands you to leave your fiance.

“Leave Luke,” I repeated.

“And why would you think I would leave my fiance?” She questioned.

“I’m pregnant.” I stated.

“By whom?”

B***h. Why else would I be here if the father wasn't.. “Luke, oh course,”

She looked me up and down observing me. Then she stood and turned her back to me and sighed.

She turned back around and sat back down. She took a deep breath and said, “I can't do that.”

“And why the hell not?” I asked surprised. “You should let him be with his family, where he belongs.”

She stared at me straight in the eye and responded. “I'm pregnant too. And yes its Luke.”

I froze. I thought about how careful I saw him treating her earlier. How happy he was when he told me couldn't stay with me. He knew about both of our pregnancies and he was only happy about hers. No he was f*****g overjoyed. I gripped the armrest. How dare they? This must be a..

“A joke. This has to be a joke. You just don't want to lose him.”

“That's true,” she stated. “I don't want to lose him but I really am pregnant. As a matter of fact I been pregnant for awhile.”

No no no no. This is bullshit! They get there happy ending while I get s**t. Left behind with an unwanted kid. Hell no!

“Maybe you should talk to Luke,” She started.

“He doesn't want us.” I interrupted.

“Well..”

“He wants you. He always did.” I stated.

“I..”

“He doesn't love me.” I stood.

There must have been something off about me because she stood and backed away from me. But she didn't have to worry i just was about to leave to calm down and regroup, Then I saw a baby bid on the coffee table. That did it.

I turned to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” she asked inching to the phone.

F**k the kitchen.

“I love him but hes going to leave me. And that's fine.” I walked towards her.

She was closer to the phone.

“No its not. You guys with all the money get to run off towards sunset while I get jack s**t.”

I'm close to her and she almost got the phone.

I grabbed the first thing I saw, a fancy easy to hold lamp, and hit Carrie as hard as I could in the head. She fell to the ground.

I obviously snapped and i didn't give a damn.

“He should be with me!” I hit her again before she could recover. “I deserve happiness!” Another hit. “I love him!” This is getting bloody. “He suppose to be mine!”

She raises her arm to, I guess fight me back, but shes too weak. I hit her arm. I hear a crack. Good.

Then I see sharp scissors and smile maniacally. “I don't believe you're pregnant. No it a lie, but I can't be sure.” I set the bloody lamp down and grab the scissors. “I guess I’ll have to cut you open and see.” Then I began to operate.

20 mins later.

Blood was everywhere.

“I still don’t know if you lied.” Pause “Huh? Are you dead?” I look at the thing that was formerly known as ‘Carrie’.

I stand up and smile. Now the home wrecker is gone. I think I’ll text Luke and tell him nothing stands in our way anymore as I go home. Yeah. He’s sure to be pleased. I'll fix him dinner. I can't wait for him to come.

Luke .

I just knew something was wrong after I read Vera’s strange text telling me everything OK now. So I rushed home from work and saw something that broke everything.

Blood was on the living room floor and there was Carrie. She laid beaten and bloody. It looked as if someone cut her stomach open and tossed her insides out.

I shook my head. This is not real. It’s just a horrible nightmare. A really horrible nightmare. I pinch myself so i have proof that it just a dream. But for some odd reason it hurt. Why did it hurt?

I walk to Carrie her eyes was open. I close her eyes. Then I pick her up and hold her close. Funny, I can also feel her cold blood. This can't be reality.

Who would do such a thing to my Carrie. No one. Everybody likes Carrie. So this is just a nightmare. God, please let this be just a nightmare.

My phone rings and I see another text from Vera asking me did I see it yet and why haven’t I thanked her yet. That's when it hits me this s**t is real. I hold Carrie closer. I know who done this. I lift Carrie up blood dripping and put her in the backseat of my car that's parked in the garage. I don't care that's there blood in my car and on my clothes. I have to drive to Vera. After all, I must show her my gratitude and thank her in my own personal and special way.

I park in her driveway. Looking back at Carrie I promised, “I’ll be back soon.”

I walked to her door about to knock when Vera opens the door with a smile. She has clean clothes on. Must have got cleaned when she got home. She has a mad look in her eyes but that's fine. No that's great.

“Come in,” she greeted. “You're so dirty. Take off your clothes I still have yours here. Then come straight back I fixed dinner to celebrate.”

I did as she told me and dressed up in her room. These clothes smelt like Vera. Then I sit at her dining room table and see that she fixed all my favorites. How nice. I guess I should eat.

She tries to start a conversation but all i do is nod. I don't want to talk.

“Its good that the cold b***h is gone, right?” She asked when all the food on my plate is gone.

I smile and stand to put the dishes in the sink. Oh course she follows.

“Why aren't you talking to me?”

I start to wash the dishes after all it's the least I could do.

“I guess you're just too happy to talk, right?”

Almost done.

“Oh course you are. I mean I even took care of your b*****d child. Now we can get marry and make a real family.”

Yup I'm done. I grabbed some silver as I turn towards her putting my hand behind my back.

“A real family,” I repeated as if it we're foreign. And in a way it was.

“Yes,” she replied putting arms around my neck drawing me close. “A family. We can be together.”

“You're right.” I replied drawing both my arms around her waist. “I am happy.”

“I kno..”

“So happy. Let me thank you.” I pulled her real close. She still has that mad look but that good. I probably do too.

“There's no..” Then she gasped when she felt a pain in her back side. “Why?”

I pushed her away hard as I withdrew my knife from her back. She fell against the wall on her butt..

“I'm just showing you my gratitude.” I retorted as I keeled in front of her. “This is how grateful I am for you dirtying my home.” I stab her leg twisting it to make her scream. “This is how grateful I am for you ripping my unborn child out of my fiance!” I pull out my knife and stab her in the gut.

“Stop, the ba..” she tried but I cut her off.

“Thanks for reminding me!” I pulled the knife across her stomach tearing her shirt and stomach open. This knife sure is sharp!

“Stop,” She weakly begged.

“Did Carrie also beg? Did you care?” I stab again randomly.

A sob is the only response I get.

“Huh? ANSWER ME!” I stab harder. “Be with you? Why would I ever want you!” I stabbed again. My clean clothes are completely bloody. That's fine These clothes smelled too much like that trick anyway.

Her eyes are becoming unfocused. “Did you know you ruined Carrie’s beautiful face?”

No response.

“What? You knew. Good. Now you understand if I return the favor in 10-fold.”

I wasn't sure how much time passed nor did I care but when I stood leaving that s**t’s disfigured corpse behind it was completely dark. I should change. I put the dirty clothes i had on just recently. I rather be covered in Carrie's blood then hers. Then I leave and drive away hearing sirens in the background. Somebody must have called when hearing Vera’s screams.

I drive to a cliff and park. Then i get out the car and pick up Carrie and walk to the edge.

“Its OK now Carrie." I hold her close and delicately. “The lunatic has been dealt with.”

I look over the edge. “I wish you would wake up but I guess that impossible. You can't join me anymore but I can join you. Its OK, we’ll be together soon.”

I hear sirens must have followed me. It doesn't matter they’ll never catch us. I hold her closer and jump. My last thought was, “We’ll be together."

The end.