Delusional 750 Word Flash Story

I hope you enjoy this, i did.

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It was late Friday night when I got home. I was tired. This week really sucked. My boss had my ass running around all week. All I wanted to do when I got home was to sit in my easy chair, turn on some music and relax. Maybe a nice drink to help me relax. Yes, that sounded really good, right?

I know you are wondering what type of drink I was going to make. Would it be Kraken and coke or some other drink. Frankly, who cares. It is not like you will be getting any, frankly I didn't either. I walked in and there at the kitchen table sat my wife. She wasn't alone either. My asshole of a boss was with her.

"Pat, we need to talk."

Oh shit. There goes my chance to relax. I asked her to hold on while I went to the restroom. While I was there, I washed my face and realized that this was not going to be a good night. Especially if my asshole boss was with her in this. I needed time to think, but I was not going to get any was I. If it was what I was really praying it wasn't, well, I guess I wouldn't be going to work on Monday after all. I came out of the bathroom and stopped by my bed. Opened the drawer, put my finger on the sensor and pulled out my gun. Guess I was ready to see where I would live on Monday.

I went back out to the kitchen, my gun hidden under my shirt. I sat down at the table and looked at my wife, only glancing a moment at the asshole.

"Pat, I am going out with James here. I will be back tomorrow afternoon sometime. Now you can except the new arrangement or, well, you won't like that choice. You see if you don't like the new arrangement, James will fire you, I will divorce you and you will end up living your life in poverty and paying me to screw James anyway. Now frankly, James and I are tired of having to hide this from you like we have over the last six months. So now it is out and in the open."

I looked at her kind of amazed that this was the same woman I had married. I mean I know she had bitchy tendencies but wow. This was unreal. As for James, well he was an asshole. I sat there debating what I should do as I listened to her tell me I was going to have to put my stuff in the spare bedroom. I was kind of hurt. I was actually really hurt by all this. Six fucking months! She ranted on about how I was to serve him and her: blah, blah, blah.

I noticed I was starting to get a splitting headache. The more she talked the more it hurt. HE was smirking at me and frankly that was starting to make my head hurt even worse. I noticed the world started to go a bit fuzzy. But not all of it. She was crystal clear and so was he. They just had this kind of red glow around them. The fuzzy parts started turning black. The universe slowly contracted until the only objects in it were him, her and me. The pain in my head was getting intolerable. There was a noise. A sharp painful noise piercing my ears. It kept growing, getting louder. Louder. Louder.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.

The world returned. The pain left as I sat there and looked around the room. I noticed my wife was now laying on the table like she needed a nap. He seemed to have fallen on the floor for some reason. I was not sure why my gun was smoking.

I put the gun down and then I waited. I wondered how long it would take.

I was found not guilty. Seems that my doctor felt I had no idea what was going on. So instead of jail, I got to spend my days at camp pinewood. Pinewood Mental Hospital that is. I liked it here. No loud noises other than Paul, when he thought, the Daleks were coming to get him. Like they would waste their time with his inferior genetic material. We all know the Daleks would simply ex-term-inate. What pretty colors these walls are. Wonder what color that is. Nice walls.