Kevin staggered home, drunken and angry at nothingness. Nothing but mindless babbles escaped his lips, along with the hot breath of the ten beers he had down at the pub. He had forgotten what he was doing, where he was going. He wanted to go home. He was pretty sure that it was this way. The area looked familiar, apart from the double vision he had. He had been approached by some teens, who pulled out knives and forced him to give them his money. He gave them the two 100$ bills he had in his wallet, slowly. They gave his arm a good cut anyways. He walked home in pain, holding his hand over the cut. He beat the door, waiting for someone to answer. His beloved wife, Mary, opened it and he fell down at the door, having propped his head on to it. She gasped and leaned down to observe his cut. She sowed it up, putting a wrap over it before acknowledging the beer smell. She got up and walked away, disgusted. He got up and grabbed her by her hair, slinging her back.

"All of this is YOUR FAULT." He bellowed in a low tone as her head hit the wall. He stumbled over to her, giving her head a few hard hits before she got her arms up to block.
"Stop! Kevin! Stop please! You're hurting me!" She exclaimed. Her forehead was bleeding where his wedding ring broke skin. She was crying.

"Don't fucking block this! Take it like the little fuckin bitch you are!" He slurred, punching her head directly once more.

"I'm not a little fuckin bitch! Not for someone like you!" She shouted, reaching in between his legs and giving his balls a hard squeeze, digging her nails in. She did this until he fell over in pain.

"You're gonna pay for that you little shit!" He said, getting up surprisingly quick. He stumbled towards her as she backed up slowly into the room. He took her arm and brought it closer, snapping it into a right angle. She screamed bloody murder. She couldn't breathe. He threw her down the hall using said arm. She cried loudly, screaming for help.

"S-Stop! Please! Kev! You're gonna k-kill me!"

"That was my plann all along swweetheart!" He said with a wry smile. He stood her up, kicking a steel toe boot to her kneecap, snapping it back, she was screaming, thrashing with her remaining limbs. He punched her in the gut, having her double over in pain. She fell forward. "No, you are gonna stand. I'm gonna break you till I can string you up like a puppet." He snapped her other arm, seeing the bone break skin, he laughed. He guffawed. He howled with laughter.

"T-this isn't you k-kev, I'm gonna die and you'll regret it."

"I'll be dead before the morning." He said before bringing his boot to her other knee, snapping it back, the sounds of celery snapping was all she could think of besides the agonizing pain of her bones breaking. She cried out before giving him a good headbutt. He staggered back, dropping her crippled body, her limbs askew in many directions, all of them wrong. He shook his head. He looked at her. The tears flowing. He snapped out of his drunkenness for a moment. He brought his hand to his mouth and cried immediately. He fell to his knees.

"M-Mary, what have I done?" He cried.

"Kevin, I know you feel horrible. But I underst-understand, you we-weren't you. Y-you were drunk. I'm dying. I'm h-hurting. Please just put me out of my misery." She said as she continued crying, trying to reach a hand to his face, but failing miserably with a cry. He nodded. He got up and walked to the closet, pulling the safe out.

"What is the combination, Mary?" He asked.

"Zero, three, zero, one, eighteen."

He turned the knob to the numbers, opening it up and revealing the pistol inside. He loaded a clip into it.

"I'm so sorry, Mary, you don't deserve this, no one does."

"Just fucking end it.Please!" She cried in pain. He aimed the gun at her head, shaking crazily. He grabbed it with his other hand to steady. He looked away as he mindlessly pulled the trigger, hearing a shot fire out and blood splatter against him. He then turned the gun to his own head, laying down next to her, a pool of blood forming. He pulled the trigger of the gun on himself, a shot rang out and he was dead.