why

Where were you last night? I was waiting...Waiting for three tiresome hours. Hours that may seem like forever. I didn't tell him that of course. I just looked at the floor,
     "It's ok Harold." I muttered
     "Just promise me that you wont do it again." Knowing that he will do it again and again. Bastard...
     "Yeah ok whatever just get in the kitchen and cook me my dinner." Maybe I should break up with him, but then again he would just shoot me.
     I want to leave this house. Fall off the face of the earth. He's trapping me in this king size bed. There are my bags. I clench the 45. under the covers. I get up and off the bed,
     "Hey get back in bed!" lift the gun. shake and steady. 

Dead.