Whispering Delusions

"Whispering Delusions" by Vee Nelly. Story inspired by featured image borrowed from Pinterest.com. Thanks to the creator of the featured image for inspiring this story. This piece was inspired by true events. "When a Woman's Fed Up, There is Nothing You Can Do About It..." The featured image was used as a prompt for this story. I decided to put a twist on it. To read the other half of this short story, you can purchase the book "Visions of Prosetry" from our bookstore. Also, this story and character ties in, as well continues in the book, "Dark Haze-The Island." Both books currently on sale.


WHISPERING DELUSIONS

 

The pain of the migraines forced my eyes shut. That's when it all began...

"He thinks because you do not respond to that stupidity, you are weak."

Because I don't argue with him, even though I'm so pissed, my passive indifference ignores the fact of him being a dog?

He doesn't know how much fuel he is adding to the fire.

Fanning the flames of his impending demise every time I see his face.

Yet, I greet him with a smile every day he comes home, a meal on the table, hot and waiting.

"Baby, how was your day?"

I'd ask.

He is telling me. I'm looking at him. He thinks I'm listening.

"You know he is lying."

I may seem peaceful outside, but there is a raging storm within, burning embers that none can put out.

He may fall victim, tonight if I don't tame this cause.

"If you continue to test me, stick around, and you'll see."

Who am I talking to? Not him. These voices in my head?

Please!

Do not take my quiet demeanor for vulnerability. Don't be mistaken.

Dear Father, as I close my eyes to you, I pray you truly hear my prayer.

Come quick! Rescue me!

I know I am strong within and can survive this...

"But you are so angry!"

Help me deal with the tests and the trials of my household, especially my husband.

"You know he is cheating, but he thinks he can hide it; he thinks he has you fooled. Don't forget what you saw them doing; you found the evidence long ago. He just doesn't know it yet."

Piles and piles, it builds up inside me; this volcano is getting hotter and hotter, lava boiling, whistling like a kettle, steaming heartbeat pulsing in my ears.

My temperature and blood pressure are rising high...

Gasoline on dry paper.

"Strike the match! He believes he is still in the clear."

Fool!

I'm looking down at him....(to be continued)

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