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A Woman Scorned
#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her... his mind was completely blank. Who was this woman and did he kill her?? And if he did...why?? All these questions went thru his head but no answers. Was he drugged and set up by someone? But who? He couldn't think of anyone he had pissed off enough to want revenge this bad. To frame him for murder? For the love of god! He just couldnt think who would do such a thing.
He looked down at the woman lying there, eyes open but blank. There was no life in them. There was blood all in her blond hair and all over her chest. He counted 14 stab wounds. Jesus! Why was this happening to him? He had blood all over his robe. Wait. Where am i, he said out loud but to himself. He scanned the room. Assessing everything he came to the conclusion he was at a very expensive hotel. What brought him here with this once pretty woman? He sat down to ponder.
How long ago did this happen? We're the police on there way? He would loose his job and spend the rest of his life in jail. He got up to go to the bathroom and clean himself up.
As he was washing his hands, he remembered vaguely a party. What party??? The New Years Eve Party! At work!! He remembered now! Last night was New Years Eve! His wife, Lauralee, had so been looking forward to dressing up and attending the party with him but when he arrived home from work she was in her pajamas on the couch. Kleenex balls all around her. When he.went to bend down to kiss her , he noticed her nose was red and chaffed. He touched her for head slightly with the back of his hand. She was burning up. Lauralee looked up at her husband and with tears in her eyes, said " oh...
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her... his mind was completely blank. Who was this woman and did he kill her?? And if he did...why?? All these questions went thru his head but no answers. Was he drugged and set up by someone? But who? He couldn't think of anyone he had pissed off enough to want revenge this bad. To frame him for murder? For the love of god! He just couldnt think who would do such a thing.
He looked down at the woman lying there, eyes open but blank. There was no life in them. There was blood all in her blond hair and all over her chest. He counted 14 stab wounds. Jesus! Why was this happening to him? He had blood all over his robe. Wait. Where am i, he said out loud but to himself. He scanned the room. Assessing everything he came to the conclusion he was at a very expensive hotel. What brought him here with this once pretty woman? He sat down to ponder.
How long ago did this happen? We're the police on there way? He would loose his job and spend the rest of his life in jail. He got up to go to the bathroom and clean himself up.
As he was washing his hands, he remembered vaguely a party. What party??? The New Years Eve Party! At work!! He remembered now! Last night was New Years Eve! His wife, Lauralee, had so been looking forward to dressing up and attending the party with him but when he arrived home from work she was in her pajamas on the couch. Kleenex balls all around her. When he.went to bend down to kiss her , he noticed her nose was red and chaffed. He touched her for head slightly with the back of his hand. She was burning up. Lauralee looked up at her husband and with tears in her eyes, said " oh...
