That night, Jenna had beaten Keith home from work. She had his favorite meal prepared: baked chicken, steamed vegetables, salad, and a glass of coke and Jack. Little did he know that he was about to be in for the ride of his life.
The door knob turned and in walked Keith. “Get out, Jenna,” Keith screamed while he pointed at the door.
“Honey please, I promise. I want you, not him. It was always you. It has always been you,” Jenna pleaded with Keith.
“I don’t care anymore. You want to sleep with scum, you can go marry scum. I want a divorce. Have you signed the damn papers yet?”
“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t lose you, Keith. I want to have a family and a life with you,” Jenna said, tears streaming down her face.
Keith’s face turned red like it always did when he was angry. “GET OUT.”
“No. It’s my house too. Can’t we just talk it out? I even made your favorite dinner.”
“No, Jenna, we can’t. In the midst of your affair, I’ve started my own.”
“With who? That whore of a nurse you have that follows you around all day? ‘Stethoscope, Dr. Ray?’ ‘Needle, Dr. Ray?’ ‘My vagina, Dr. Ray?’”
“As a matter of a fact, yes. She pays way more attention to me than you ever have in the past twelve years of our marriage.”
“I’m sorry I failed you, Keith. You’re my soul mate. The love of my life. Please.”
“I’m going to bed. Now, you can get out. Or I can call the police and you can be properly removed from our home,” Keith said, throwing back the glass of coke and Jack, before sprinting up the stairs of their home.
Legally, Keith couldn’t kick her out because the home was in both of their names. Jenna went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine. She needed a new plan. A fool proof one. Jenna sipped her wine and contemplated. She poured herself glass after glass until she had finished the bottle. By that point, she had talked herself into a plan she just couldn’t pass up.
Jenna stumbled to the kitchen and rummaged her way around until she found the drawer she was looking for. “Too small. Bread knife. Too long. Too thin. Straight edge. Aha. This is the one.”
She crawled up the stairs on her hands and knees, clenching the knife between her teeth. Jenna paused when she reached the top of the stairs. So many thoughts raced through her mind, but there was no way she was talking herself out of this one. Jenna found her feet, and used the wall to hold her up until she reached the master bedroom. Ever so quietly, she turned the door knob. Lucky for her, Keith was a heavy sleeper. She stumbled to his side of the bed, held the knife to his throat, and rolled him onto his back, waking him up.
“Jesus Jenna. What in the hell are you doing?”
Jenna got on top of him. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”
Seconds later, Jenna was covered in blood. She smiled, lifted her head back, and laughed. Then, she rolled off of him and laid in his blood next to his body. “Good night, honey,” Jenna said before passing out, knife still in her hand.
I just recently finished "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak. I had no idea what this novel was going to be about going into it; all I knew was that our 10th grade English class study it. Right off the bat I noticed that our narrator was not your average Joe. The narrator is death. When I realized this I said to myself, "Oh this is going to be good." The novel is all about the Holocaust and it is shown from a German point of view. Leisel Meminger's mother gives her away to a foster German family. On the trip to this new family, Leisel's brother dies. So right from the start death is there. I'm not going to give you a synopsis of it, because I think you should read it for yourself. Just know that a German family hides a Jew in their basement for a while, and death is around every corner. That last line of the novel really got me though..."I am haunted by humans."
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