[:::: Authors Note ::::]
So far in my stories, my main characters have gone through hardship, but they have always been strong mentally. Recently, I was thinking a little about a couple of the stories I read over the past few days where the main character did not come off as mentally sound. I found myself thinking about what could lead someone from stability to destruction in a short amount of time. This story is an attempt to do that.
I have noticed from a few of the comments, particularly around '
On The Mend
', that the love interest is sometimes a little obvious. So you know, at the moment I don't mind. My main characters always get a positive outcome. I'm not a big fan of our main characters losing, being happy as cucks, or having no end; it's not how I'm built.
With that said, just a warning upfront with this story, there are some disturbing themes and a slightly confronting scene or two, I have tried hard not to go too far into the darkness, and I mean no disrespect to those who have had to face what we are going to read below. I purposely walked a few elements back from my original draft as I felt it was too confronting.
As always in my stories, there is an element to bend from what would likely really happen from a legal sense in the real world, to something that I think works with my stories. I want to thank my editing team, in particular, Kite and TexDom, for taking the time to edit this one with me. I love the creative process, and I hope that reading my stories helps others to write as well.
I hope you all enjoy 'Total Destruction'.
[:::: Prologue ::::]
The world was going blurry as I sat down on my bedroom floor. Saying I was exhausted was an understatement. Before this past week, I wouldn't have thought I would be here, at this moment, doing what I was doing. Now sitting, I could feel the texture of the carpet on my wet hands. Kelly and I had spent a lot of money doing the bedroom up a few years ago. It had decent underlay, along with quality Australian wool carpet. It was a shame that the carpet was being ruined right now.
For a moment, I closed my eyes, shaking my head slightly to try and clear the fog descending on my mind. What the hell was I doing, I thought? I'm better than this, I mused for a moment. When I next opened my eyes, I looked at the large hardwood, timber-framed, king-size bed. The next time I blinked, I saw visions of Kelly's naked body arched in ecstasy, her breasts thrust outwards as we made love. I cringed then, knowing it would never happen again. Events had spiralled out of control now.
I brought my hands to my face, and in my insanity, I smirked when the warm wet blood on my hands smeared my face. I let my hands drop to my sides again, continuing to ruin the carpet with the wetness pouring out of me. The world was going blurry, but my eyes quickly caught the glint of the half-empty whiskey bottle lying on the bed beside an empty pill bottle. When I threw down the bottle and scoffed the pills, I had forgotten to put the lid back on the bottle. Now the smell of whiskey was filling the room. I laughed bitterly and shrugged my shoulders, but immediately, a panicked thought entered my mind, the letters. I quickly turned my head, seeing they were still there, my poorly formed handwriting on the cover of each envelope. They were set on the bedside table, not on the mattress where I thought they were moments ago where the open bottle could destroy them.
There was always a risk the wrong person would find my letters, but I dismissed it as the thought crossed my mind. The one remaining sane part of my brain knew that I wouldn't be around to worry about it, so what could I do.
I coughed briefly, feeling bile rise in my stomach. I didn't want to throw up, so I fought the feeling down. Why? As my eyes closed again, I asked myself why it had to happen this way? Why did I do this? Sure, there were people I would miss, even though I don't think they would miss me. Sure, my daughter would hate me for taking this way out, but I believed that she already loathed me, throwing me aside in disgust this past week, and I, for one, couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want the pain anymore. Even now, as the vital liquid that circulates in all our bodies continued to escape from me, ruining the carpet, the pain and anguish were still there. A week ago, the person I was would have knocked me into next week for doing this. The man from back then wouldn't have taken these measures, but I wasn't that person anymore. I was broken, unwanted, despised and saw no other way out than to give them all what they wanted.
I closed my eyes and winced again at the pain on my wrists, but thanks to the pills and the whiskey, it was a dull ache instead of acute debilitating pain. As I slipped further towards eternal slumber, I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, and there were no tunnels of light or stairs of foreboding red hiding in the darkness. I was kind of surprised; I guess I expected something. No, that's wrong, as I knew I had mere moments before the end; I felt terror.
The struggle of my synapses to pull coherent thoughts together was ending. My brain was trying to hang onto life even though I could no longer halt the inevitable march towards doom. I now felt stupid. I wanted to survive. In a last-ditch effort to endure my foolishness, I tried to move, but felt myself slumping to the floor with no energy left as the blackness, at last, claimed me.
[:::: One Week Earlier ::::]
I laughed happily as I twirled my daughter Grace around our suburban house in downtown Perth, Australia. She was nineteen and her boyfriend John had proposed to her last night. Of course, I knew it was coming. He sought me out and asked me privately if I would give my blessing. I had without reservation. Grace and John had been dating since year eight in high school, and I could count on one hand the number of times they had not been together at some point every weekend since they started dating.
Grace was telling my wife, Kelly, and me about the proposal. John had sent her on a treasure hunt, taking her around town then having her end up under a tree in Kings Park, where he proposed. I had hugged her, spinning her around like she was five years old when they told us in our kitchen the next day. I was so happy for them. While they were young, I knew their love was strong. My view was that if there was a young couple in this day and age that had the guts to make it, I believed these two would.
I again grabbed my daughter's hand and smiled as I looked at the engagement ring.
"It's beautiful Gracie," I looked over at John, "You did well in picking it out."
My wife Kelly snorted, sitting on the other side of the kitchen counter. At forty-two, Kelly was still a beautiful woman in my eyes. She was a deep brunette, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a tanned complexion many women begged for. Also, she had a mom's ass that I still worshipped, I loved to caress it when I could, while her chest was on the smaller side with tiny B-cup breasts. They had always been a good enough handful for me.
We all turned to look at her snort on the back of my compliment.
"You should throw some of that thanks my way," my wife said, picking up a glass of wine. "You might have given your blessing, but I was the one who helped John pick it out."
I was shocked, and I caught John turning a bright red.
"Mum, that was uncalled for," Grace said, then turned to her fiancé. "It's alright baby. I love it, and I know you made the final choice."
Nothing more was said, but I must admit I felt a little embarrassed at Kelly's comment. In all the years we had been together, I had never seen my wife say something so disrespectful and out of character to embarrass everyone in the room. But then again, with a bit of reflection, Kelly had been a little strange the past few months. Nothing I could put my finger on in the moment, but there were little things, comments and actions that were not the natural loving woman I knew seeping into the woman that just embarrassed us.
Dinner was festive as we continued to toast and celebrate the now engaged couple. Then, finally, Grace and John headed off after a dessert of apple crumble and vanilla custard I made earlier in the afternoon. They had a little one-bedroom apartment they were leasing with our help while studying and getting their careers going. That night as Kelly and I snuggled into bed, I didn't say anything, but I must admit that inappropriate comment did play on my mind.
Sunday morning, Kelly and I woke slowly, and I started playing with her body without thinking about the previous day terribly much. She began to moan as I kissed and sucked on her nipples, then later, as I ate her out, she came hard. Kelly then rolled me on my back, put her hands on my chest and rode me till she came again. After she came, I noticed the look of bliss on her face, then suddenly, there was suddenly another look as she got off me and walked into the bathroom, leaving me there unfinished. I was stunned.
"Um Kelly?" I said.
"What is it?" she replied, a slightly annoyed disembodied voice from the bathroom.
