For Better For Worse 2

She remembered how he whispered their vows into her ears after cutting the anniversary cake to the cheers and applause of their family and friends. Throughout the night he ravished every inch of her body with his full lips and thick arms. The next morning, he arranged  a cold glass of Orange juice and one plate of steamy omelette bacon marinated in marijuana for breakfast. He wore the shirt to work. Did he even go?

"You don't look good buttercup, let me heat some water and make you coffee with basil leaves that you enjoy so much, it will make you feel better" he said while attempting to stand. She began to smile, then let out a soft giggle before erupting into maniacal laughter. Which ended as abruptly as it started. "What happened here?" she queried shifting her eyes towards the table. “Where?” He glances at the shirt and then at her melancholic demeanor. “Is that why you are pointing that thing at me? That is supposed to be for the protection of our family" 

“Infidelity poses a threat to us" she whispered

"Infidelity?" He asked with the tone of a Saint.

"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!!” she roared, realigning the barrel of the gun with his head. He felt the weight of her words push him further into the sweat soaked sofa. 

“My father told me once that assumptions are dangerous things to make, and like all dangerous things to make, bombs for instance, or strawberry shortcake, if you make even the tiniest mistake you can find yourself in terrible trouble. Everyone in my family save my father, told me not to marry you. They said men like you are very promiscuous, but I refused, I told everyone who cared to listen that you were different" Her voice began to break "I saw in you a man who is loving, smart and dedicated to anything he puts his mind to. It's what attracted me to you. And you kept saying that as long as I gave you all my love you would never need another. And I did, I gave you all my love, my whole existence is dedicated to your happiness." She regained her composure. “So tell me dear, why do you have lipstick stains on the collar of your shirt?” He bows his head, inhales deeply and says "It's not what you think".

As he sat on the sofa memories from a few weeks ago reeled through his mind like a slide show projection. He was talking with his wife on the phone when two soft knocks heralded the entrance of a gorgeous lady, He ended the conservation with his wife. As he hung up, he locked eyes with her as she strutted towards him. They both exchanged pleasantries, and then she sat at the opposite end of his rigid ebony table. He listened without interrupting, the young doctor still green in his psychiatric career was fascinated by the condition of his Patient. What she suffered from as she narrated though seductive smiles was a constant ravenous sexual desire. He  listened with rapt attention and when she finished, agreed to treat her.  They were recording progress until it happened. During one of their sessions, she went into great detail in revealing some of her explicit fantasies involving him. It all happened quickly, buttons and belts were soon unfastened and after a few minutes one left fully sated and the other left filled with regret. 

He could not tell her that, she looked ready to empty the content of the Gun's chamber into his Skull. He sighed. "I ran into a Patient of mine who was being discharged. No one else would agree to handle her case because of her family's erratic mental background and inevitable failure to respond to treatment. Everyone thought she was a lost cause."  He spoke with the sincerity of a Priest. "I initially turned her away but after considerable financial incentives from concerned Relatives I agreed to try. When she saw me, she was ecstatic, she wrapped her arms around me and planted a peck on both my cheeks. She must have gotten some of her lipstick on me in the process". 

As soon as he finished talking he could see the maniacal vengefulness disappearing from her eyes. She broke down into tears and let the gun fall to floor. The hilt of the pistol had barely touched the floor before he darted towards her, he wrapped his huge arms around her as she wept onto his shoulder. 

A few minutes later he wiped her eyes and professed, vigorously his love for her. I am so sorry sweeth..." she began in between sobs. He cut her off, placing one finger on her lips. “You have nothing to apologise for. Just go freshen-up and I will be with you in a moment after I clean this up." He watched her climb up the staircase until she disappeared from his sight. He heaved a sigh of relief. He looked around the scattered living-room. It looked like a scene from an old western movie after a gunfight had taken place. Everything was in pieces, but at least his head was still on his shoulders. The bleeding from his ear had finally stopped. He picked up the gun and opened the chambers. One bullet left. That was too close, another second, and he would have been... the image of his grey matter splattered across the walls was drowned out by a rapid vibration coming from his phone. He picked the phone from the ground and bouncing across the screen was an unknown number. He declined instantly. Next he deleted explicit sexual texts and purged the gallery of all nude photos from the number. 

Above him he could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. He picked up the lipstick stained shirt from the table walked outside the house and tossed the shirt into the waste bin. He looked at the moon and closed his eyes thanking his lucky stars, before entering into the house. TO BE CONTINUED...

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Chimobim is a young African who hails from the Eastern Region of Nigeria. He enjoys long walks and telling himself stories, which he sometimes writes about hoping it resonates in the heart of someone vibing on the same frequency. Nowadays he spends his time on an island wearing crocs and eating sharwama.

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