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Bubble Bath

Kerem Granados

    Finally, some alone time for myself. Today was a long day, and a bubble bath to help me finish it off doesn’t sound that bad. I grabbed the phone and called William, I hadn’t seen him in a while. I just needed someone to get my mind off of things.
    I spent the next fifteen minutes getting things ready for when William arrived. I heard knocking on the door and rushed over.
    “Hey, beautiful,” said William as I opened the door.
    “Hi,” I said blushing a little bit. He looked better than I remembered.
    “It’s been a while. What do you have planned?”
    “Well, I’ve had a long day. I was thinking you could help me relax with a nice bubble bath.”
    “I like the way you think, darling.”
    William carried me bridal style into the bathroom, once we got there we got undressed and got into the bathtub. We spent the next thirty minutes talking, making out and telling each other corny jokes. I hadn’t had a night this nice in too long.
    “What the hell is going on?” ask Max from the bathroom doorway.
    “Why are you here? I thought you were out of town on some business trip!” I said to Max. Dammit, he said we would be gone until Saturday.
    “You have to be joking, Amanda. After all I’ve done for you? All that time and money down the drain just like that?”
    “Seriously? How do you expect me to not find someone else to sleep with, when you give me no attention at all. If anything, this is your own fault.”
    Max was furious, I could see it in his eyes. He caught me off guard and slapped me across the face.
    “What’s wrong with you man?” said William, pulling me closer to him. “Just go before you make things worse.”
    I was speechless. I couldn’t believe that Max had raised his hand at me. A few tears streamed down my face.
    “Please, Max. Leave, we can talk about this later,” I said in a low voice.
    Max stormed out of the room, and William and I just sat in the bathtub as he comforted me. The last thing I remember is Max coming back into the bathroom and pointing his gun at both me and William.

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