Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

The cool summer breeze was washing the humidity out of the car. It had been parked in the garage a long time. Things were going to change tonight one way or the other. He was tired of waiting, tired of the fighting. He was absolutely sick of everything. It was going to end tonight. He made a full stop at the stop sign and narrowed his eyes as he followed his Beemer driven towards a hotel.

It was the same hotel that Michelle had gone to for a good three weeks. He followed her every move, anger surmounting with each incident. It wasn’t even the same douchebag. He had lost count. All the faces looked the same. He raced to the spot next to her as soon as the door to the hotel room slammed shut. Brian sighed and closed his eyes. His right hand rested on top of the center console, debating whether or not to pull out what was inside. Slowly he opened it, the glint of the barrel catching his attention. It had gotten to this point. She had driven him to this. He waited and got familiar with the weight of the revolver. After a couple of minutes he stuffed it in the front of his jeans and slid out of the car.

There were moans coming from the room already. He smirked and shook his head as he took his ear away from the door. Michelle was definitely faking it. After a few minutes he knocked on the door three times. The moaning immediately stopped, only to be replaced by the muffled sounds of their voices.

“OPEN UP, ‘CHELLE, BABE! I WANNA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOME THINGS!” he bellowed as he started pounding on the door and laughing.

The muffled baritone voice came closer to the door and it soon opened. Brian stood there for a second, registering the bland face of the asshole. Michelle was already crying buckets with the sheets wrapped around herself. Brian simply shook his head and pushed his way in, knocking the guy to the floor with no effort. He didn’t work out with Matt for no reason. Never taking his eyes away from Michelle, he walked to the bed and stood right in front of her. Her body shook with fear and her stomach twisted every which way. She didn’t ever think he’d care enough to follow her. Obviously, she was wrong.

His face held no expression; nothing but that cold and heartless half-smile, semi-smirk of his. It scared her half to death.

“So this—” he motioned to the guy scrambling for his clothes. “—is who you leave me for, huh? And that other sonofabitch you were seein’ last week. And then the other one. Wanna help me count? I think you’ve boggled my mind. I forgot how to count.”

He was beginning to ramble. That was never a good sign. He leaned over and got right in her face. He was sober for once. He needed to be sober for this. She could only manage to whimper and look away. The anger boiled inside of him like never before. She didn’t even have the decency to him in the eye. In one swift motion, he ripped the covers off of her and threw them to the floor.

“ANSWER ME, BABE!” he said as he shook with rage.

His hand rested on the cold metal under his shirt, clicking the safety off. Her eyes practically bulged out of her sockets as he revealed the gun.

“See this, ‘Chelle?” he asked quietly as he inspected the gun before looking back at her. “HUH?!”

She nodded and pressed her naked form against the headboard. Her heart was going a million miles per second. She was dead. Tears soaked her face and chest. Brian molded her hands against the gun and pressed the barrel of it against his heart. A stray tear escaped the corner of his eye.

“Fucking do it. You don’t give a shit about me. If I’m such a horrible person, fucking get rid of me. So you can fuck everyone you want without having to do it behind my back.”

Her hands shook and she squeezed her eyes shut. Again, she never expected this.

“DO IT!”

She had prompted this. This was all her fault.

Notes

Long time no update~~~ I hope this is alright. :) -Syn