"Just drop it already," Darren Wilson yells at his wife. You duck down, make your way around the black SUV in the driveway and watch the veins in his neck bulge. "I told you where I was, who I was with, but no, you want it to be something else. You want it to be malicious. You want me to be the bad guy, always the bad guy. You want it to be something it's not."
"I don't want it to be anything. I want you to tell me the truth. I called Steve last night, Darren. Yeah, you didn't think I would check up on your bullshit story, huh?"
"Steve's full of shit and you know it."
"Oh, Steve's full of shit when your stories don't add up, right? But any other time, any other day, he's a credible witness."
"Witness," Darrell echoes, wagging his head. "Listen to yourself, Christy. Witness? Really? Just the way you speak - that right there - you want me to be guilty. You have to turn everything into a big court case drama."
Despite being a whole foot shorter than her husband, only slightly taller than his square chin, Christy closes the distance between them and jabs a finger into his chest. "You're not the victim, so stop playing one. You wanna talk about guilty? You wanna talk about how we keep doing this over and over again? I'm not the one who keeps bringing us here, Darren."
"Oh yeah, sure, here we go. Here we fucking go."
"Where was I last night? I was here, in bed, trying not to lose my shit. While you were out getting your dick sucked by that plastic bimbo, I was bawling my fucking eyes out, so don't you dare try to turn this around on me."
Darren pulls his chin back and laughs, "Bimbo? What freaking bimbo? See, you're losing it. You're making shit up."
"I saw the pictures," Christy tells him, dropping her voice. "That blonde in the green dress with those big, fake tits. What, did you think you were alone in that bar?" When Darren's heavy brow falls and his lips turn downward, the woman says, "That's right. Peggy and Amanda caught you in the act. They told me everything. How you couldn't keep your hands off her. How you were grinding all over the slut. How the two of you left together."
"Must have been somebody else, because that wasn't me."
"That wasn't you in those pictures?"
"Couldn't have been me. I didn't leave with anybody. I left the bar, met up with the guys for wings, then came right back here after that. I'm telling you."
"Jesus Christ, you can't even admit that you-"
Spotting the top of your head over the hood of the SUV, Darren steps forward and bellows, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing, huh? You lost or something?"
Damn. You've been caught and there's no good excuse to get you out of this. Instinctively, you raise the remote and point it at…
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