“How dare he do this to me? After everything I did for him and everything we have been through!” exclaimed Victoria, pacing back and forth with the sharp axe in her right hand. She took deep breaths in and out and couldn’t stop shaking. Her heels dug into the wood floor, deeper and deeper, each step leaving moon shaped dents.
“I knew he couldn’t let her go,” she shouted out loud. “ Why did he get with me in the first place? It’s been a year and a half since we’ve been married and he is still hooked on her!” She was shouting as she stood over her husband’s dead body.
That night, Tim came home with a big smile on his face, acting like the perfect husband--like one sees on television shows.
“Honey I’m home,” he said, and went up to Victoria, giving her a big sloppy kiss. Victoria could see through that big smile of his.
“Hello, dear, how was your day at work?” Victoria asked sarcastically.
“It was great! Sorry I came home a little late for dinner, but it smells wonderful!”
He said. “Did you make mashed potatoes with gravy and roast that is cooked with yummy vegetables?” Asked Tim in an excited tone.
“Well yes I did! It is your favorite- and last meal,” mumbled Victoria.
“Last meal?” Tim asked, confused.
“You get what I mean, like the last meal of the day because dinner is the last meal of the day,” replied Victoria. Tim laughed and told Victoria that she was silly.
They took a seat at the dinner table and sat across from each other like kings and queens do. Victoria was just watching him enjoy his dinner. One bite after another they would look up, and give a quick smile to one another.
Tim could feel the tension between them; he just didn’t want to bother addressing the issue. He honestly thought she was mad at him for getting home late and he had no clue she knew about his mistress.
After dinner, Tim gathered the plates and silverware they were using and all the pots and pans she used to cook dinner with. He then filled the kitchen sink with water and soap, and started washing the dishes. Tim had never done that before and Victoria couldn’t believe what she was watching. She knew something was definitely up with him, and she was going to end it tonight.
While he was doing the dishes, Victoria made him a drink with a little bit of alcohol mixed with his favorite soda, Coca-Cola. She mixed in a white horse pill that could knock anyone out cold. It dissolved in the drink so Tim wouldn’t notice Victoria mixed it inside the drink. After he was done with the dishes she handed him the drink with a huge smile on her face.
“Thank you,” Tim said before he took a big gulp. “I’m going to head up and get ready for bed. Dinner was perfect.”
He gave Victoria a kiss on her head and walked up the steps with heavy feet, left foot then right foot on each step until he got to the top. Victoria was watching him and
noticed when he got to the top he took a deep breath and his body was a little droopy. The sleeping pill was starting to work.
By the time Victoria entered her bedroom, Tim was dead asleep. She called his name twice and there was no response. She lifted up his right arm and dropped it to see if he would budge, but he didn’t. It was time for Victoria to make her move.
She reached under her bed and grabbed the heavy silver axe that had red stripes down the handle where her hand held it. Her husband Tim was lying on his back with his chest in the air. Victoria was shaking so badly, but she remembered how much pain she was in and how badly Tim had hurt her. This had to be done.
She was standing over her husband who was dead asleep. She held the axe high in the air over her head, with both hands wrapped around the red stripes. Victoria then took a deep breath and counted to three.
After three, with no hesitation, she struck her husband’s chest with the sharp silver axe that was now embedded in his heart. She pulled out the axe slowly and there she saw her husband’s flesh that covered the axe. He was now dead. “If I can’t have you, then nobody can,” whispered Victoria.