Um, I slowly open my eyes, I may have fallen asleep. My sight is still blurry but somehow I manage to clear it by blinking for a couple of times. My eyes land on the clock and I see it’s almost time. My beautiful angel is coming home. We’ll see what happens. And I know it will be something ugly and scary. If you happen to want to watch a horror movie just pass by; you’ll be satisfied. It’s even better that Dario Argento’s movies. If you want to feel the pure fear, watch Bette and Tina fighting. Or, better, watch Tina’s fury. Just be sure you are not the reason of her fury (see it like a friendly suggestion).

           I hear the sound of heels on our door steps. It’s time for my condemnation, she’s here and I can’t ran away. I have to face it and deal with what’s coming next. She’s the love of my life and I owe her an explanation. I just hope she won’t kill me before I even open my mouth to say something. She opens the door and my heart almost skips a beat. She tosses her briefcase onto the chair next to her and makes her way to the kitchen. The house is dark, she probably didn’t see me on the couch. Oh my God she’s going straight to the kitchen; the kitchen is where I consummate my crime. I started to get up from the couch but it’s too late: she has found out.

«Bette! Where the hell is the piece of cake I left in the oven? »

           I know that I still have just a couple of minutes of life; I need to face the fury of my beautiful wife. I deserve it. But I just couldn’t help it. That beautiful piece of cake… Oh God it was so inviting. It is something I can’t explain. I’m fucking pregnant, and these fucking cravings are fucking killing me. It’s not so bad, right? She’s going to forgive me, right? I don’t think so. At least, not before giving me a one hell of a lecture. The doctor said I can’t eat too much sugary food; my blood sugar is a little too high. But can’t you blame me? That was a fucking chocolate cake!

           I stand up, and I make my way to the kitchen. I look like a prisoner sentenced to the gallows. It was nice meeting you, guys. Don’t forget to pray for me… Hurricane Tina is waiting for me.

THE END