1. The Attempt
"Hey honey, home from work. ’You get my text?" Damien asked, a hint of warning in his voice. 'Damn it, Winter! Why did you turn your phone off?' I thought to myself, starting to get scared.
"Yes." I lied, becoming increasingly scared.
"Then where is dinner?!" He asked, tension strained his voice. 'Thank god, I have pasta cooking.' I thought, relieved.
"In the microwave. I thought I could use leftovers." I said, smiling, playing with his police hat. Out of nowhere, he pushed me.
"What do you mean, pasta?!" He questioned angrily. "I told you I wanted STEAK! Damn it, woman, you never listen to me. You have to be taught a lesson, now." He grabbed my arm and led me towards the closet. Before he could do anything, I pressed my lips on his then whispered
"I'm sorry," I pulled him as close as possible, then a sharp pain hit my right thigh. His gun.