LUNCH BREAK
"I mean what the Christ Jason? Don't you fucking understand anything?" Jessie is in hysterical pants. Her emotions burst into a sob. "Why can't you get me? I thought after knowing me for so long you would actually know me. Instead it's like I'm a stranger."
Jason's response is on the tip of his tongue, but he bites back on his words and swallows his instinctive response. He stares at Jessie with the most empty of expressions. He looks more vacant than a cadavour.
"So typical! At a loss of words and emotion. Do you even have an opinion about this?"
Jason looks over at a stranger lying in his bed. He scints his eyes. It doesn't help. He looks again to Jessie. Anger stares him down, He tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders in one carefree motion. He turns and exits the bedroom.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't just walk away from this."
Jason calmly walks out leaving Jessie standing naked in front of the bed. She turns to the starnger lying between the sheets.
"What the hell was that shit."
"He's probally upset," the stranger points out as he lies comfortably on the bed.
"And what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck up and do something."
"What do you want me to do? It's your husband."
"I don't know." She frustratingly puts her hand on her forehead, "Say something."
"We're screwed!" the stranger is terrified. His eyes are craters filled with fear. A chill shiffers through the body of Jessie freezing her in mid-breathe. She slowly turns to see Jason standing behind her with the same empty stare. Her eyes slowly drift down to Jason's hand where he is holding a large knife. Jason smiles.
"Oh no, you can't do this... What are you.... please no, please don't Jason...." Jesse frantically pleas as she falls back into the arms of the stranger. "I still love you."
Jason stops right in front of the bed. He shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head. Then he speaks, "This is all you'll ever get out of me." With a deep breathe he raises his arm...
"Is this what you wanted," Jessie softly asks as a tear rolls down her cheek.
"Yes." With his answer he thrusts his arm down. Jessie's face lights up with pain and hurt. She struggles to breathe.
The stanger yells out, "Oh my God!"
He pulls Jessie's limp body in to him closer. Jason stands lifeless in front of them. His face turns ghostly white. He looks down at the knife in his stomache. He collapses on the bed next to Jessie and the stanger. He starts cumvullsing.
Jessie rolls the body of Jason over. his stomache is blood soaked. Jessie screams hystarically. Her screams fade into a frantic cry. Her eyes alive with a wild rage. She reaches out and yanks the knife out Jason's stomache. She straddles the stranger.
"No, don't do it Jessie. He didn't love you, don't end it."
A drop of blood dangles on the end the blade above Jessie's head. It drops onto the white sheet. Jessie puts the whole force of her body behind the knife and plunges down into the body of the stanger. Blood squirts out of his chest covering Jessie's face. She begins to stab the stranger repeatedly splattering blood across the room. "Why'd you fuck me? Why'd you fuck me?" She stops stabbing him and collapses on top of the stranger.
Jason's response is on the tip of his tongue, but he bites back on his words and swallows his instinctive response. He stares at Jessie with the most empty of expressions. He looks more vacant than a cadavour.
"So typical! At a loss of words and emotion. Do you even have an opinion about this?"
Jason looks over at a stranger lying in his bed. He scints his eyes. It doesn't help. He looks again to Jessie. Anger stares him down, He tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders in one carefree motion. He turns and exits the bedroom.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't just walk away from this."
Jason calmly walks out leaving Jessie standing naked in front of the bed. She turns to the starnger lying between the sheets.
"What the hell was that shit."
"He's probally upset," the stranger points out as he lies comfortably on the bed.
"And what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck up and do something."
"What do you want me to do? It's your husband."
"I don't know." She frustratingly puts her hand on her forehead, "Say something."
"We're screwed!" the stranger is terrified. His eyes are craters filled with fear. A chill shiffers through the body of Jessie freezing her in mid-breathe. She slowly turns to see Jason standing behind her with the same empty stare. Her eyes slowly drift down to Jason's hand where he is holding a large knife. Jason smiles.
"Oh no, you can't do this... What are you.... please no, please don't Jason...." Jesse frantically pleas as she falls back into the arms of the stranger. "I still love you."
Jason stops right in front of the bed. He shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head. Then he speaks, "This is all you'll ever get out of me." With a deep breathe he raises his arm...
"Is this what you wanted," Jessie softly asks as a tear rolls down her cheek.
"Yes." With his answer he thrusts his arm down. Jessie's face lights up with pain and hurt. She struggles to breathe.
The stanger yells out, "Oh my God!"
He pulls Jessie's limp body in to him closer. Jason stands lifeless in front of them. His face turns ghostly white. He looks down at the knife in his stomache. He collapses on the bed next to Jessie and the stanger. He starts cumvullsing.
Jessie rolls the body of Jason over. his stomache is blood soaked. Jessie screams hystarically. Her screams fade into a frantic cry. Her eyes alive with a wild rage. She reaches out and yanks the knife out Jason's stomache. She straddles the stranger.
"No, don't do it Jessie. He didn't love you, don't end it."
A drop of blood dangles on the end the blade above Jessie's head. It drops onto the white sheet. Jessie puts the whole force of her body behind the knife and plunges down into the body of the stanger. Blood squirts out of his chest covering Jessie's face. She begins to stab the stranger repeatedly splattering blood across the room. "Why'd you fuck me? Why'd you fuck me?" She stops stabbing him and collapses on top of the stranger.
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