Story
Wayne gained conscious and opened his eyes slowly to the thick, dripping saliva running along his jawline and down to his chin. He glanced up and saw Emma, who was breathing loudly through her mouth with her tongue sticking out. She moved around her master in circles rigidly knowing that it was passed charging time.
Wayne’s head could not stopped spinning and he was not able to gather his thoughts. He was lying flat on his belly on the concrete wooden floor of his upstairs bedroom like a lion lurking for hours waiting for its prey to pass by. He tried lifting himself up, but it was no used. His arms and legs refused to respond to his command. His arms were full of bruises and his knuckles filled with blood and cut. His navy shirt and pants were covered with blood strain, but it wasn’t his. After lying exhaustively for another moment, Wayne was finally able to twist his body and lie on his back. He then carefully glanced around the room and realized that his wife was not on the bed nor in the room.
Strangely, the bed cover was turned inside-out and half of the mattress was lying on the floor. The head pillows across from the bed were sitting in the corner of the room. The sleeping lamps were knocked to the ground and the pieces shattered lightbulb scattered besides it. As Wayne continued to unfold the disaster that occurred in his bedroom, he realized there were holes all over the wall. The makeup table mirror was broken with some parts filled with blood.
Wayne hit his forehead trying to focus, to figure out what went down in his bedroom last night. Although he wasn’t sure what happened, he knew something was wrong, something bad had occurred. Wayne still could not stand straight up yet, his entire body was beaten and soared. In another attempt, Wayne clenched his teeth and squeezed his hands trying to stand up. In his mind, he tried to recall what happened, but all he got was just fragments of scenes of different events that seemed to occur last night.
Still holding onto the doorknob inside his bedroom like a boy clinging to his mother’s leg as she walks away begging her to buy him a superhero figure, Wayne remembered parking his Bugatti, one of the latest flying car model, in the garage of his ginormous mansion. He then crawled up the stairs into the living room. He remembered seeing Emma sleeping comfortable on top of the couch in front of the television. Her silver ears were standing up and her front metal legs were trucked into her bodies. Then the images suddenly shifted to his bedroom, where his wife was sleeping. She was wearing a white pajama that he got her for their five years anniversary a few weeks back.
It has been ten years since the day Wayne met Melinda for the first time in Sapporo – a Japanese restaurant. He continued to sit patiently and waited for the bill. His curious minds began to wander around as he looked around the room full of people. He then spotted a beautiful woman in a bright red dress sitting alone at the table across from him. While waiting for the bill, he observed her carefully.She was sitting all by herself and constantly checking her phone. There isn’t any meal on her table yet so Wayne simply assumed she was expecting someone. Deep inside of him, there is a deep voice telling him to go for it, to go over and say hi. After a few moment, he finally gained enough confident and courage to walk over to the lady’s table and introduced himself.
“Hey! I am Wayne, Wayne Stark. Nice to meet you, is it okay for you if I join you for the dinner tonight?”
“Of course! And I am Melinda”
Although she smiled as she replied, Wayne could feel the sadness inside her eyes. Even though the conversation started off slow and lame. They eventually talked out how she was waiting for this guy she ahs been talking to on Timber, a dating app, for almost a month. She was very disappointed that he didn’t show up and very happy to have Wayne accompanied her.
After the dinner, Wayne asked Melinda to go on a real date with him next week, in which she happily replied yes. The continued get to know each other through movie dates, dinner dates, and talking to each other. Melinda decided to move in and live with Wayne five years ago. They then got married and bought Emma, the most advanced mechanical home puppy, to lighten out the house atmosphere. According to the packaging, Emma can do pretty much everything that a normal puppy could do, except for pooping, dying, or losing hair, which to Wayne and Melinda is very convenient.
Wayne then recalled his wife waking up and yelling at him for going out too late without giving her a heads up. Wayne did not answer her questions since he was outside partying with his friends. He recalled his wife getting angry at him for not telling her where he went so she would not worry.
The scene then shifted again. This time, to a different location. The kitchen downstairs. After arguing for hours, Wayne decided to give up and run downstairs to get some air. However, Melinda ran after him and continued nagging about how tired she is of his crap. She regretted marrying him because the only thing he cares about is work. Up until he got promoted, everything was smooth. Their relationship was perfect until then, until he spends way too much time outside and no time for her.
“Slap!” Wayne striked his wife across her face telling her that he needed to work his ass off so they can afford to live in a house like this.
“Do you think the car, the house, and the food just fall out of the sky?” He shouted
Lifting himself slowly across his bedroom, Wayne walked out of the door. He then gazed down at the pile of blood outside of the door. He then followed the blood trails to the bathroom where his wife was lying inside the bathtub.
He ran besides Melinda, held her hands and wailed. Her throat was cut wide open and there were multiple stabs on her chest.
Suddenly, the images began to rush through his mind. Flashes of them arguing and fighting inside the bathroom.
He then picked up his phone, dialed 911, and reported a broke in and homicide at 6060 N Lawndale Avenue, Chicago, IL, 60659. Few moments later, the police arrived in great numbers and surrounded Wayne’s neighborhood. They examined Melinda’s cold body and asked Wayne questions regarding to his wife’s death. Yet he remained silent.
Wayne’s head could not stopped spinning and he was not able to gather his thoughts. He was lying flat on his belly on the concrete wooden floor of his upstairs bedroom like a lion lurking for hours waiting for its prey to pass by. He tried lifting himself up, but it was no used. His arms and legs refused to respond to his command. His arms were full of bruises and his knuckles filled with blood and cut. His navy shirt and pants were covered with blood strain, but it wasn’t his. After lying exhaustively for another moment, Wayne was finally able to twist his body and lie on his back. He then carefully glanced around the room and realized that his wife was not on the bed nor in the room.
Strangely, the bed cover was turned inside-out and half of the mattress was lying on the floor. The head pillows across from the bed were sitting in the corner of the room. The sleeping lamps were knocked to the ground and the pieces shattered lightbulb scattered besides it. As Wayne continued to unfold the disaster that occurred in his bedroom, he realized there were holes all over the wall. The makeup table mirror was broken with some parts filled with blood.
Wayne hit his forehead trying to focus, to figure out what went down in his bedroom last night. Although he wasn’t sure what happened, he knew something was wrong, something bad had occurred. Wayne still could not stand straight up yet, his entire body was beaten and soared. In another attempt, Wayne clenched his teeth and squeezed his hands trying to stand up. In his mind, he tried to recall what happened, but all he got was just fragments of scenes of different events that seemed to occur last night.
Still holding onto the doorknob inside his bedroom like a boy clinging to his mother’s leg as she walks away begging her to buy him a superhero figure, Wayne remembered parking his Bugatti, one of the latest flying car model, in the garage of his ginormous mansion. He then crawled up the stairs into the living room. He remembered seeing Emma sleeping comfortable on top of the couch in front of the television. Her silver ears were standing up and her front metal legs were trucked into her bodies. Then the images suddenly shifted to his bedroom, where his wife was sleeping. She was wearing a white pajama that he got her for their five years anniversary a few weeks back.
It has been ten years since the day Wayne met Melinda for the first time in Sapporo – a Japanese restaurant. He continued to sit patiently and waited for the bill. His curious minds began to wander around as he looked around the room full of people. He then spotted a beautiful woman in a bright red dress sitting alone at the table across from him. While waiting for the bill, he observed her carefully.She was sitting all by herself and constantly checking her phone. There isn’t any meal on her table yet so Wayne simply assumed she was expecting someone. Deep inside of him, there is a deep voice telling him to go for it, to go over and say hi. After a few moment, he finally gained enough confident and courage to walk over to the lady’s table and introduced himself.
“Hey! I am Wayne, Wayne Stark. Nice to meet you, is it okay for you if I join you for the dinner tonight?”
“Of course! And I am Melinda”
Although she smiled as she replied, Wayne could feel the sadness inside her eyes. Even though the conversation started off slow and lame. They eventually talked out how she was waiting for this guy she ahs been talking to on Timber, a dating app, for almost a month. She was very disappointed that he didn’t show up and very happy to have Wayne accompanied her.
After the dinner, Wayne asked Melinda to go on a real date with him next week, in which she happily replied yes. The continued get to know each other through movie dates, dinner dates, and talking to each other. Melinda decided to move in and live with Wayne five years ago. They then got married and bought Emma, the most advanced mechanical home puppy, to lighten out the house atmosphere. According to the packaging, Emma can do pretty much everything that a normal puppy could do, except for pooping, dying, or losing hair, which to Wayne and Melinda is very convenient.
Wayne then recalled his wife waking up and yelling at him for going out too late without giving her a heads up. Wayne did not answer her questions since he was outside partying with his friends. He recalled his wife getting angry at him for not telling her where he went so she would not worry.
The scene then shifted again. This time, to a different location. The kitchen downstairs. After arguing for hours, Wayne decided to give up and run downstairs to get some air. However, Melinda ran after him and continued nagging about how tired she is of his crap. She regretted marrying him because the only thing he cares about is work. Up until he got promoted, everything was smooth. Their relationship was perfect until then, until he spends way too much time outside and no time for her.
“Slap!” Wayne striked his wife across her face telling her that he needed to work his ass off so they can afford to live in a house like this.
“Do you think the car, the house, and the food just fall out of the sky?” He shouted
Lifting himself slowly across his bedroom, Wayne walked out of the door. He then gazed down at the pile of blood outside of the door. He then followed the blood trails to the bathroom where his wife was lying inside the bathtub.
He ran besides Melinda, held her hands and wailed. Her throat was cut wide open and there were multiple stabs on her chest.
Suddenly, the images began to rush through his mind. Flashes of them arguing and fighting inside the bathroom.
He then picked up his phone, dialed 911, and reported a broke in and homicide at 6060 N Lawndale Avenue, Chicago, IL, 60659. Few moments later, the police arrived in great numbers and surrounded Wayne’s neighborhood. They examined Melinda’s cold body and asked Wayne questions regarding to his wife’s death. Yet he remained silent.