Beneath the Candle Light

The story of betrayal, love, hatred, and murder. A marriage will be put to the test when someone is found betraying the other. it is the altimate story of REVENGE.

The story begins in London, England in 1994 on a cold stormy October night. William Wright was watching television at home while his wife Willow went to the market for supper. William had always been a very peaceful man. He’d never hurt a fly, let alone a person. He was thirty-two years old and fairly tall with an extremely distinct tan, blond hair, and electric blue eyes. He had always been loving toward his wife. You could say he worshiped her every move-if you wanted to go that far.

            A car had just pulled up into the driveway which caused William to leap out of his armchair and run to get the door for Willow. “‘Ello, dear.” She said with an intensely sweet voice, “Would you mind helpin’ me with these bags?” She handed William a big bag as he held the door.

            William cleared his throat thoroughly before speaking, “Was there a lot of people at the market today? You were gone for quite awhile, love.” His facial expressions made him look worried.

            She shrugged, “No, not really. Mrs. Hartley just got me talking again.”  As she stepped into the kitchen, Willow said, “You know dear, she really is quite a wonderful woman, if you look past her appearance.”

            “Yes love, you tell me this every time you talk to her,” he muttered.

            Now, Willow was a sincerely sweet woman. She never looked down on anyone and she always got to know someone before judging. She had always said “it’s not what’s on the outside that counts”. That’s easy to say when you’re a beautiful woman such as herself. She had wonderful facial features, natural bright red hair, and emerald green eyes. No matter what she ate, she maintained a drop dead gorgeous figure.

            After a while the house began to smell of roast and chips-well British chips that is, so, French fries. While William went straight to the roast, Willow went to get a glass of warm tea. “Want a cup a tea dear?” she asked from the kitchen, “I just made it especially for you.”

            William had a mouth full of roast when he answered “No thank you. It’s late and I need my rest. G’night.”

            When William awoke it was 4:06 in the afternoon. There was a note left on the bed next to him. It read, “My dear William, I’m so sorry I was not here to wake you today. I got called into work; they were short night shift so I might be here all night… supper’s in the refrigerator for whenever you get hungry. Love always, your Willow.” 

            Upon reading the letter, William got dressed and headed outside for a drive. After about five minutes of driving he decided to go over and visit his brother Mason’s house. It took only a few minutes until William’s car pulled into the driveway. Quietly, William got out of the car and walked up to the door. Immediatly before knocking, he heard slow soft music playing inside.

            “Music?” he asked himself in a whisper.

            He snuck over to the window and peaked in. He saw Mason with a thin red-headed woman sitting together in some candle light. Right beneath the candle laid a single red rose. William was proud that his little brother had a girlfriend. That was, until he saw her face.

            William froze in anger. Seeing HER hair, HER lips, HIS WIFE; kissing his brother like that… “How could she?” he thought. He quickly ran back to the car in anger and sped home.

            William stormed through the door and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He began to write, “Goodbye world. I cannot live anymore. Willow was the only thing I wanted to live for and now she’s gone…” He stopped. “I wish I were dead! No. I wish THEY were dead! I’ll kill them both myself!” he rapidly flipped over his note and started writing down ways he could kill Mason and Willow for having an affair.

           Suddenly, a car door slammed outside and William rushed to get everything hidden in time. He hurriedly tucked the paper under the mattress and went to open the door. He flung open the door as fast as he could to see Willow standing on the pavement.

“’Ello, love, how was work?” he asked trying to act normally.

She was smiling the biggest smile she ever had, “Fine dear, just fine.” She made her way into the bedroom. “William, this room’s a mess!” she sounded surprised but she looked furious.

“I’ll clean it up!” he shrieked, “but I’m going to get cleaned up first.”

“Oh, alright.” After she heard the shower water start running she began to clean, “Goodness, this place is a complete pig sty.” While she was stripping the bed sheets, a crinkled paper fell from beneath the mattress. “What’s this…”she gasped and her eyes filled with tears of fear and anger combined. She grabbed her gun from the nightstand and loaded it.

“Willow, what are you doing in here?” William asked as he entered the bedroom.

She answered between sobs, “Killing you before you have the chance to kill us.” She held up the paper so William could see.

“I can ex-” a loud bang rung out as William fell to the ground.

She pried up the floor boards and slid his lifeless body into the hole. After she had cleaned up the blood and put the floor back, she fell to her knees, “I’m so sorry…” she said to William. Then she set a white candle and a single red rose above the place where his body laid; beneath the candle light.

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CANDLE LIGHT- A story of a strong wife, who kept the house afloat financially.
She was employed and brought home the bacon. She also did the shopping.
Stupid husband, who sleeps till 4 in the afternoon.
This good for nothing romantic deserved to be shot.
keep it up.
Fantastic writing.