“I’ll try not to.” I say seriously

“Let’s go to bed baby. You have a big day tomorrow.” Spencer says thoughtfully

I simply nod my head, stand and reach out to her so that she grabs my hand.

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“What was that?” I hear Spencer say

I groggily try to adjust my eyes to the darkness and mumble sleepily, “What was what baby?”

“Sounded like someone broke a window.” Spencer says softly as she begins to get up from the bed

Well, that woke me up. I immediately reach for her and whisper, “No, don’t go. Let’s call the police.”

“Let me just go see what’s going on.” Spencer says as she pulls away from me and begins to look for clothes.

I jump out of bed and begin to dress too. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m hoping that she was just hearing things. I didn’t hear a thing. Then again I was dead to the world. You’d be dead to the world too if you’re wifey had just spent hours making love to you.

“Spence baby, please let’s just call the police.” I plead again. I’m just scared. Please, please let her be wrong.

“Shh…” Spencer says softly as she opens the door and peeks out.

I just sigh and grab my cell phone. Damn, I wish we had something. Some sort of a weapon. We don’t even a freaking baseball bat.

Spencer then opens the door and slowly makes her way down the hallway with me in toe. We both look around and don’t see anything. The house is so, so quiet.

“Maybe it came from outside.” Spencer whispers

“Let’s call the police.” I plead for the third night

She doesn’t respond. She just keeps moving to the front door. She opens it slowly and peeks outside. When she opens the door a little wider I can see a broken potted plant on the floor. I sigh in relief. Maybe a cat knocked it down or something.

I sigh in relief and say, “A cat probably broke it baby.”

But Spencer doesn’t respond. She’s too busy looking towards our driveway. I follow her gaze and my heart just drops. Sitting there are both our cars. My Porsche and her SUV. Both of them have the tires slashed and have graffiti all over them. Not graffiti but it’s the closest thing I can come to.

We both walk closer to them and the first thing that jumps up at us is what’s paint sprayed on the hood of her SUV.

DEATH

And on mine it says, BITCH.

Spencer looks at me sadly and says, “Baby call the police.”

I simply nod and the tears start running down my face. I’m afraid. So, so afraid.