Guest blogger

Good morning my pretties. I wanted to get this up. I have been meaning to do it since last week, but things have been a little crazy around here.

I would like to introduce my friend and daughter. She asked me to post this and when I read it, I really liked it.  She wrote around the song by Better Dig Two by The Band Perry. I hope you like it.

Enjoy.

            She stood over his desk, shaking with fury. In her hands she held letters. Letters she had never written. Her eyes saw red but she calmly placed the letters back in the drawer where she had found them and slid it shut. Then she went downstairs to make dinner.

            It had been a small but joyous wedding. They had grown up together. John was a year older than Cathy, but they were best friends nonetheless. One could almost never be seen without the other. When John had fallen off his dirt bike and broken his arm, Cathy had ridden in the ambulance with him, holding his hand the whole time. When Cathy got the lead in their high school's production, it was John who had reserved the whole front row just to see his best friend perform. John had brought Cathy to his senior prom, and vice versa, so it was no surprise to the small town of Averdale that the two best friends started dating.

            The relationship was perfect to the eyes of onlookers. John would surprise Cathy at work with bouquets of blood red roses, and she would always eat with him on her lunch break. It wasn't long before they were engaged to be married. The wedding was set for a quiet date in April.

           

            John stood proudly at the alter as his beautiful bride walked toward him, her dress a pale snowy white. Her brown hair curled and pinned up in a flawless crown around her head. Her veil  had no faults, and onlookers swore that she seemed to glow. Her ivy green eyes sparkled as she read her vows. John looked like the happiest man on the planet as he in turn read his vows to his wife. Once the wedding was over, John had carried his new bride to their honeymoon suite at the only hotel in Averdale, where they spent their night sealing their vows with each other.

           

            The newly weds never fought to the public eye. It seemed a match made in Heaven. But behind closed doors the spark of love that held the two together was slowly dying. What the townspeople saw as John working late to support his wife and prepare for a baby, was really John working on seducing his secretary. What the town folk saw as Cathy tired from cleaning, was actually Cathy silently waiting for her husband to come home smelling of another woman.

            Cathy now had proof that the one man she loved with all her heart did not feel the same way. As she fervently stirred the pasta for her husband's favorite meal, tears stung at the backs of her eyes. what had she done to deserve this? She had never abandoned her husband. She never looked at another man, so why had her husband done it?

            She reached for the remaining ingredients for her husband's favorite, seafood pasta. As she put the finishing touches on the  dish, she ladled it into two plates; one for her and one for her cheating, lying, backstabbing, jackass of a husband. She would show him.

           

            She sat at the table, candles lit, the lights dimmed. Cathy watched as their anniversary dinner grew cold, waiting for her husband to come home. Finally he stumbled in the door, his breath thick with alcohol. She could smell it on him from her seat at the table. Still, she smiled and rose to kiss him hello and lead him over to the table so they could eat together.

            The police came a few days later, for John had not shown up to work and his secretary had grown worried. The scene they found was quite disturbing for a small town such as Averdale. John and Cathy sat at the kitchen table, their heads leaning forward, almost as if in prayer. They were dead.

            Upon examination of the seafood pasta in both of their plates, the lab technicians came to realized it was poisoned. The news of the murder homicide spread like wild fire through out the town. By that spreading, so did the news off John's affair. All sympathy went out toward Cathy. Poor girl, she only loved one man just a little too much. Their graves were side by side. They would be together forever.

            Only the police captain knew the truth behind the murder. He had found the note written and hidden under Cathy's napkin.

            I'll go to heaven or I'll go to hell before I see him with someone else.