Chapter One - An Ominous BeginningA Chapter by Creepy Swine GuyThe nightmare begins with a shot, literally, out of the blue.“A lion's work hours are only when he's hungry; once he's satisfied, the predator and prey live peacefully together.” --- Chuck Jones --- “Do you realize what a f*****g wuss you sound like?” Karen hissed in an angry whisper at her demoralized husband. She whispered because she didn't want their daughters to hear them embroiled in yet another argument. Hannah and Lauren were in the family room nervously watching the videos that they'd taken that day with their father on the nature trails. “Well don't you think we have problems? We never do anything together anymore. I gave up golf and fishing so I could spend more time with you, but you always seem to be too busy. Do you even care how disappointed the girls were when you didn't show up for our hike today?” he shot back, as he stood at the kitchen sink washing the dinner dishes. “I never asked you to give anything up. I wish to Hell that you would go back to your damn golf and fishing.” “Well I told the girls that we could play a game tonight if you wanted to,” he said, ignoring her last complaint, “do you think we can get along long enough to get through a game of Sorry?” “I'm taking the girls to Pam’s house tonight. I told Jenna that they could come over and spend the night with her,” she said before her demeanor changed suddenly, “Look I'm sorry I've been such a b***h,” she said, turning on the counterfeit charm. “I just haven't been feeling good. Don't Nick and the guys play cards on Friday nights? Why don't you go play cards and enjoy yourself, okay?” she said, stepping closer and rubbing his chest softly. “Are you sure?” he asked, allowing himself a small smile for the first time. “I'm sure honey. We'll plan some time together, next weekend, just you and me, okay?” she cooed convincingly. Shortly after Doug was gone, Karen showered, shaved her legs and changed into a little tube top and a pair of very snug blue jeans. She grabbed her cell phone and headed out to the kitchen, stopping at the door to the family room to look in on the girls on her way through. She crossed the kitchen and stepped out onto the screened-in porch as she pecked at the phone’s keys with her recently manicured fingernails. The warm summer air was still saturated with the rain from the thunderstorm that had rumbled through earlier that afternoon. She stood on the porch and looked intently across the now clear western skies where the blaze orange sun began its leisurely descent to the horizon. She inhaled the unsullied air while she held the phone to her ear and waited. “Hi.” she said with a soft, girlish excitement in her voice. “Oh no, I'll be there. Nothing could keep me away from you tonight. I need to curl up with a real man. I just have to drop the girls off at my sister’s first. We'll be leaving the house in a few minutes, so I should be there in about thirty-five minutes. Okay?” She cocked her head to the left and twirled a lock of her amber hair around her finger as she grinned and listened to sweet nothings for several moments, never noticing that seven-year-old Hannah had crept to the kitchen doorway with the video camera, and was taping her. “No, I haven't told him anything yet; my lawyer said someone would serve him with the papers sometime this week.” “I'm not worried; he won't fight it. He knows we’re finished, hell he was whining that we had problems tonight. He's a sniveling coward.” The words had barely escaped her lips when she suddenly jerked backward and crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap. Hannah laughed, unaware of the grim reality of what she'd just witnessed. “That was funny Mommy. Do it again; Mommy … Mommy … Mommy?” © 2010 Creepy Swine GuyAuthor's Note
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