A Broken Home

Sandra took one look at the room and knew Roger was in. Sandra couldn’t believe he traced her so soon. She hoped he was not high on whatever he smoked. She stared horrified as Roger stumbled from the kitchen swaying precariously. He could go from happy to angry in 2 seconds. Roger came closer and hugged her tight.

“Baby..missed you,” he mumbled between kisses. Sandra stood frozen even as the slap singed her cheek.

“Bitch.”

He grabbed her throat. She fumbled for the knife she hid near the door and stabbed repeatedly till he fell down lifeless.

“Missed you too.”