Do You Want Me Dead?

I stood there, watching him walk away from me. Watching the sun shine off his black hair. Watching him walk to her. Watching the man I’m married to walk into the arms of his girlfriend. Watching her platinum blond hair bounce as she did, as if for anticipation. Watching her squeak as if she knew nothing. Watching them walk into the venue hand in hand. Watching his friends stand off to the side. Waiting for them to go in before they enter the venue too. Watching them watch me, as if they were expecting me to fight for my husband of 28 hours. I stood there watching his friends, and mine, stare at me with sad eyes. Watching them kiss, as if he hadn't been married for 28 hours. What am I to do? Go up to her, and yell at her? Is that what anyone else would do? What would any other person do in this predicament?

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this story, except Alexis.