Homeless
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
Steve waited with bated breath to see what his wife's verdict would be. While he wasn't really in court, he couldn't deny that actually felt as though he were on trial for his crime against her. He'd confessed his guilt, and now his fate was in Debbie's trembling hands. "Get out."
"What?" Steve honestly couldn't hear her as her voice was but a whisper. He saw her lips move but the words that came out might as well have been on mute. "I didn't catch that."
"I said get out!" Debbie roared. There was so much fire behind her voice that Steve damn near jumped out of his skin. "Get out!"
Steve honestly wanted to say something, anything really, but the angry look on Debbie's face combined with her tears halted any words he could've said.
When he didn't move fast enough, the hurt woman grabbed the first thing she could off the dresser and launched it at her still seated husband. Steve just barely had enough time to roll off the bed and avoid the alarm clock that was beamed right at his head.
It crashed against the wall and left medium sized crater before clattering down to the floor. Steve knew his wife's reaction was going to be bad but for some odd reason he hadn't taken into account that she might start chucking things at him.
"Debbie...!?" He couldn't say anything further as he had to scramble to avoid Debbie's jewelry box. He ran and stumbled into the hallway as his hurt wife's sobs and cries of rage mixed together in an angry cocktail of negative emotions. "Debbie please!"
He almost didn't sidestep the DVD player. He covered his head and rand down the stairs as his wife continued to violent pelt whatever she could get her hands on at him for bringing her so much pain. He felt awful and now he felt physically awful he was unable to avoid certain objects on the stairs.
Something clipped him in the side of the neck and caused him to fall the rest of the way down. Fortunately for him nothing was broken, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel the pain.
Next, he was forced to cover his face as a slipper was thrown and she came rushing down the stairs. Steve did his best to try and stop Debbie from hurting him, but it wasn't doing him any good. She was to hurt to listen and huge part of him thought this is what he deserved for his moment of weakness.
"I still love you." He spoke but that was the wrong thing to say as his reward was a harsh slap across the face. It honestly stung a lot more than he thought it would but then again, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
She was shoving him now, shoving him right out the front door while he didn't put up much of a fight. He fell back onto the pavement while Debbie glared him down him with righteous fury. "Stay out and don't come back! Don't ever come back!"
"I'm sorry, Debbie! I never meant to hurt you!" Steve tried desperately to apologize but it was all for nought as his wife had already made up her mind about where to progress from here.
"Well, you did!" She shouted, no doubt if it weren't for the storm and the thunder, her voice would've alerted the whole neighborhood to their lover's spat. "And I don't want to see you ever again!"
Her words were like a knife through the heart and all he could do was hang his head in defeat. He brought this on himself and now he was wet and miserable. He didn't even bother to note that Debbie had picked up his shoes and thrown them near him.
"Go Steve! Go be with her!" Debbie shouted before slamming the front door shut and locking it behind her. Steve didn't know what to do, how to react, where to go. He'd just lost his wife and his home. He'd lost everything.
He didn't know how long he'd been out in the rain, but eventually he sat up, grabbed his shoes and made his way to the car. He sat there alone, defeated, and in tears. He did the right thing by telling his wife the truth but in the process lost the most important woman in his life. He didn't want to go, but if he stuck around things would only get worse.
He gripped the steering wheel tight and slammed his head against it. The violent action caused the glove compartment to open and for the contents inside to spill out. Among the loose papers and junk was his phone. With a frown he grabbed it and checked the time.
It was then that his wife's words from her hurt caught his ear. "Go Steve! Go be with her!"
"What?" Steve honestly couldn't hear her as her voice was but a whisper. He saw her lips move but the words that came out might as well have been on mute. "I didn't catch that."
"I said get out!" Debbie roared. There was so much fire behind her voice that Steve damn near jumped out of his skin. "Get out!"
Steve honestly wanted to say something, anything really, but the angry look on Debbie's face combined with her tears halted any words he could've said.
When he didn't move fast enough, the hurt woman grabbed the first thing she could off the dresser and launched it at her still seated husband. Steve just barely had enough time to roll off the bed and avoid the alarm clock that was beamed right at his head.
It crashed against the wall and left medium sized crater before clattering down to the floor. Steve knew his wife's reaction was going to be bad but for some odd reason he hadn't taken into account that she might start chucking things at him.
"Debbie...!?" He couldn't say anything further as he had to scramble to avoid Debbie's jewelry box. He ran and stumbled into the hallway as his hurt wife's sobs and cries of rage mixed together in an angry cocktail of negative emotions. "Debbie please!"
He almost didn't sidestep the DVD player. He covered his head and rand down the stairs as his wife continued to violent pelt whatever she could get her hands on at him for bringing her so much pain. He felt awful and now he felt physically awful he was unable to avoid certain objects on the stairs.
Something clipped him in the side of the neck and caused him to fall the rest of the way down. Fortunately for him nothing was broken, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel the pain.
Next, he was forced to cover his face as a slipper was thrown and she came rushing down the stairs. Steve did his best to try and stop Debbie from hurting him, but it wasn't doing him any good. She was to hurt to listen and huge part of him thought this is what he deserved for his moment of weakness.
"I still love you." He spoke but that was the wrong thing to say as his reward was a harsh slap across the face. It honestly stung a lot more than he thought it would but then again, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
She was shoving him now, shoving him right out the front door while he didn't put up much of a fight. He fell back onto the pavement while Debbie glared him down him with righteous fury. "Stay out and don't come back! Don't ever come back!"
"I'm sorry, Debbie! I never meant to hurt you!" Steve tried desperately to apologize but it was all for nought as his wife had already made up her mind about where to progress from here.
"Well, you did!" She shouted, no doubt if it weren't for the storm and the thunder, her voice would've alerted the whole neighborhood to their lover's spat. "And I don't want to see you ever again!"
Her words were like a knife through the heart and all he could do was hang his head in defeat. He brought this on himself and now he was wet and miserable. He didn't even bother to note that Debbie had picked up his shoes and thrown them near him.
"Go Steve! Go be with her!" Debbie shouted before slamming the front door shut and locking it behind her. Steve didn't know what to do, how to react, where to go. He'd just lost his wife and his home. He'd lost everything.
He didn't know how long he'd been out in the rain, but eventually he sat up, grabbed his shoes and made his way to the car. He sat there alone, defeated, and in tears. He did the right thing by telling his wife the truth but in the process lost the most important woman in his life. He didn't want to go, but if he stuck around things would only get worse.
He gripped the steering wheel tight and slammed his head against it. The violent action caused the glove compartment to open and for the contents inside to spill out. Among the loose papers and junk was his phone. With a frown he grabbed it and checked the time.
It was then that his wife's words from her hurt caught his ear. "Go Steve! Go be with her!"
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