You were greeted by your angry wife. She looked like she wanted to hurt you, glass bottle in hand. “Where have you been?” She asked, an eyebrow raised as he eyes glowed in the dark. “It’s been four hours.” She hissed, her voice getting intense.

You didn’t reply, causing her to grow with anger. By surprise, she banged the glass bottle on the floor and broke into many small pieces. “Talk to me damn it! Giving me a silent treatment won’t fix things!” She yelled, walking over to grab you by your shirt collar. She seemed.. troubled, like something broke her and shes pushing her anger out on you. She realized you found out shes not upset with you, but with something else.

“Don’t.” She said, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. “Today is not my night and one move and I slice you. Just because you’re my wife, doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you.” She looked at you with pain and suffering, like she had hurt herself with this.

“I love you.” Stab. She stabbed you in the leg, causing you to falter a bit. “I’m sorry.”