There was no turning back. The knife was in her hand. The police had already been called. David would walk through the door at any moment. No, it was far too late to back out now.
Ellen paced the small room of the motel, her shoes sticking to the grubby carpet with every step.
“Couldn’t even pick somewhere with a bit of class. Typical.” she hissed, her lips cracked and raw.
The leather of her gloves squeaked against the handle of the blade to which she clung so tightly, their black colour in complete contrast to the pale fingers underneath.
The door opened and Ellen turned to face her target. A tall man with dark hair, dressed in a crisp business suit – the very same suit that Ellen had freshly pressed and lain on their bed this morning – entered the room.
“Hey babe. I didn’t think you…”
“Ellen. What are you…?”
“Let’s not mess around here,” her voice was void of any emotion. “We don’t have much time. The police will be here soon.”
“The police?” David’s eyebrows shot up his forehead as he repeated the words.
“That’s right.” Ellen answered, her head tilting playfully as she lifted her free hand to sweep her hair from her face. “We can’t have someone getting away with murder. That just wouldn’t be right.”
“Murder?” The lines in David’s brow grew even deeper.
“Do seven years of marriage really mean this little to you?” she asked, very aware of the ticking clock above the bed.
“Ellen, honey, I can explain…”
“Oh you can explain? You can explain? Well that’s alright then David, so long as you can explain.” Ellen’s voice was no longer emotionless as rage gripped hold of her throat with its cold hands and forced her to spit out each word as though it left a bad taste in her mouth.
“She means nothing to me.” David held up his hands as though in surrender and walked towards his wife.
“Well apparently so do I.” The words had barely reached his ears when the blade plunged into David’s chest. Paralysed by pain and shock, he muttered nothing more than a grunt as he stumbled back and fell to the floor.
The knife still protruded triumphantly from his body as Ellen reached down and grabbed hold of it. Pulling it free from the wound released a funnel of blood that began seeping across David’s shirt – the one she had bought for him two months ago on their anniversary.
She stared down at him, his unblinking eyes locked onto hers. His face was full of fear as his lips pursed to try and speak. His heart stopped beating before he had the chance.
Silence weaved its way through the room for a moment as a single tear slid down Ellen’s cheek. As she looked into the lifeless face of her husband, she did not see the wrinkles by the edges of his eyes, nor the greys that flecked his once jet-black hair. She did not see the blood on the lips that had kissed her a thousand times, nor the weeping puncture above his heart; the heart she thought had loved her so dearly. She did not see the man who had been having an affair for the last five months, nor the man who had told countless lies to try and hide his infidelity. Instead, she saw the man with whom she had been in love for her entire adult life; the man she thought she would grow old with; the man whose child was growing within her womb.
It was the sound of the ticking clock that pulled Ellen’s mind back to the present day, reminding her that she had to move fast. Dropping the knife by his body and wiping away the tear that had settled by her chin, she headed for the door. As her still gloved hand turned the handle, she paused.
“Goodbye, David.” she said without looking back, before leaving the room.
As she made her way down the hallway, she passed a slim woman wearing a low cut, red dress and clinking heels. No more than twenty years old, she was heading in the opposite direction to Ellen, her blonde hair dancing on her shoulders and hips swishing in time to the rhythm of her elegant walk.
Goodbye, Sarah. Ellen thought to herself.
The young blonde entered the room which Ellen had left not a moment before and it was barely a second before her screams began echoing back down the corridor.
Ellen continued to walk and did not stop until she reached her car in the lot outside. She got in and waited, just as she had planned to. She waited as the police cars pulled up; she waited as the officers stormed the building and she waited as the young blonde was escorted from the motel wearing handcuffs; tears on her face and her lover’s blood on her hands.
The moonlight sparkled in Ellen’s wide eyes as a smile played on her lips.