Random ass revamped story.

I walked up to the door, nervously, hoping he wouldn't be there. Hesitantly, I knocked, and the door opened.

"Hey, come on in," she said. I walked inside to find myself surrounded by nothing more than the faint light of candles and the scent of several sticks of incense burning: sandalwood, rose, Egyptian Musk. I entered the living room, my eyes wandering, yet before I could do anything, she came up from behind me and stroked my body with her soft hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She grinned and shoved me onto the couch that had already been pulled out of its slumber. I noticed that her lips did not bear the same chapped feeling as they often did when she kissed me. In fact, I found them soft and warm. She licked my lips playfully. I knew far well where this would lead, and it wasn't something we hadn't already done.

While it happened, I couldn't concentrate. The physical feelings were pleasurable, to be sure, but I couldn't pay attention to them. My mind riveted in guilt. Her breath grew heavy and she turned over, smiling at me.

"What?" I asked. She pulled me closer and we started to kiss. I reached a hand out to touch her, to pull her even closer to my sweaty body. She uttered a soft cry, followed by a strange, tinny giggle.

I heard a distinct jingling sound at the door, causing me to stop dead in my actions. The door began to open, and he walked in.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he bellowed. She jumped off of me.

"You don't understand --"

"There's nothing to understand!"

He smacked her to the floor and began to pummel her with his fists. When I saw him hitting her, I did not know how to react. It angered me to see someone that beautiful being desecrated and mangled by a harsh, stoic man. I clenched my fists tightly as he left her alone and turned to accost me.

"Who are you?" he asked. My eyes had filled with enmity. I rushed to him and grabbed his throat. I would not let go if it, merely grabbed it harder, burying my nails within the skin. He let out a cry and she looked at me, tears of confusion and pain flowing from those glassy, stale eyes.

He reached out for my hands, but I dug my nails in harder, clenching his throat with all my might. His eyes rolled back until all that could be seen was the white in his sockets. His body grew limp and he collapsed to the floor. I turned to look at her,

"I'm sorry," I said.

She sank to the floor, weeping bitterly. I reached out to her, engulfing her frail, writhing body.

"Please don't cry," I whispered, "I'll wash these bloody hands...we can start a new life."

"I love you!" She yelped, grasping me with every fiber of her strength.

I told her we needed to leave. We needed to get away from this fiasco I had brought upon the both of us. I looked at the man on the ground and kicked his corpse for good measure. I entered the kitchen, a stark place of steel and fluorescent tube lights quickly burning out their fuses. I noted a bottle of vodka on the countertop, and helped myself to a generous swig, immediately ejecting it from my mouth. How awful. No wonder the man was so bitter. His alcohol sure as hell was.

She packed her bags and piled them into my old jalopy. My breath still stunk of the cheap booze, and I knew she wouldn't approve. It'd only remind her of him. Her little nose crinkled as she turned to me with inquisition and a bit of trepidation.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Anywhere," I said, "anywhere to get away from this." But I knew that even escaping murder couldn't resolve anything. We'd never escape, or at least, I sure wouldn't. She looked into my eyes and I saw a weak simper cross her face.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" she leered.

I put the car into gear and just started driving, no plan, no destination. We pulled into a dank motel in Podunk, Goat-Fuckin' Nowhere in the dead of night. I sat in silence, trying to sleep. Besides all the running upstairs of rambunctious children, the bedsprings squeaking in the room of lovers beside me, the blaring television of a man alone, and the sweet, soft breath of my girl as she slumbered, I could not fall into sleep's gentle embrace. The scenes of the day kept riveting through my mind. Over. Over again.