• "Don't touch me!" Claire screamed at her husband. Tears streaming down her face, as well as her make-up. "Now, Claire it was only a minor thing she didn't mean anything to me, I promise." Jeff told his sobbing wife while she held the last of herself together. "You a*****e, I-I know that you two where together for 3 months." Claire said while she pointed to the "other" woman in the corner of the room. She wore a bed sheet, that was draped around her shoulders. She wore a dead boring face as well. No expression to be seen. 'If he wanted to cheat on me, he could have least picked a better looking woman.' Thought Claire. She whipped the tears of mascara off her face. Her blood-shot eyes now angry instead of sad. She looked at her husband. "I'm leaving." She said, voice stern. "Well maybe that's the best to do." The other woman said, her arms wrapping around Claire's husband neck. Her sheet falling to the floor. Claire's eyes shot back to the kitchen counter, a butter knife lay there. She leaned over and grabbed the keys that she had tossed earlier that night. She also grabbed the knife. "Yes, and maybe it's also a good thing for me to do this..." Claire left off as she giggled insanely. "What?" The woman asked in a cocky voice. "THIS!" Claire screamed as she turned and ran towards the other woman. Her husband moved from his spot leaving the woman directly in front of Claire. She ran straight into her grabbing her hair and slicing the other woman's throat. Jeff was left there to scream at the astonishment that his wife had just committed. Claire laughed as she watched the other woman hold her throat and fall to the floor gasping. Claire stopped her laughing and looked at her husband. "Jeff,.." She said in a compassionate voice. "D-don't come near me." He said backing up to the counter. Claire just ignored his remark, and went on. "You know that, I loved you, but..." Claire glanced at the knife, still sharp though it was now stained with the skanks blood. "- but, for you to say those vows to me and not mean any of it? Well, that takes some guts doesn't it? So I was thinking how'a bout' we find out if you actually have guts or not..." Claire corned her husband, in the side of the counter. Jeff was petrified, he hadn't known Claire could get like this, she was crazy looking. "Now, where should I begin?" Claire lightly placed the knife against Jeff's stomach, he could still feel the coldness and dampness of the blade.