"What the fuck, Leo."
"Huh?"
Leo had just gotten off duty.
He drove home, exhausted and ready to sleep. He came home to Emily being extra spiteful toward him...
While standing in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand, she had her back to him as she was doing dishes in the sink.
"Whats the matter? I just walked in and I'm exhausted," Leo said.
"Yeah well I'm up and cleaning."
"That was your decision," He replied.
Without a thought, or even a blink, a flash of her hand sent a fork to his forehead, piercing the skin and drawing blood from four holes equally spaced from one another.
Leo didn't flinch. He stood there nonchalantly for a moment, keeping a steady stare at her.
"Really."
"I....uh," She began to stutter.
Leo tossed his coffee at her, soaking her little red night gown in sweet tan liquid.
"Clean it up," Leo said.
"I'm going to church."
With that, he set his now empty mug in the sink, fuming at her for her sudden attack.
He headed out the door, down the stairs, and jumped in his car to take off, speeding off to a church he never went to before. He wasn't even religious.
He only went because one of his friends invited him.
He raced down the highway, partially blinded by his own anger.
A fork....a fucking fork? All due to the simple request of wanting to come home and go to sleep after a 16 hour shift.
His phone rang. He looked down at the screen. It was her.
He let it ring. He didn't want to flip out on her over the phone.
He didn't want to waste his breath. She wanted to clean so bad? Good. He gave her more work to do. Fuck it.
Upon arriving to the church, he was still in uniform. He took his gun off his hip for the respect of the church and entered.
It was a men's breakfast gathering.
The other guys looked at him and without more than seconds passing, the question was asked.
"Sooo whats with the little holes in your forehead?"
While it created a mix feeling in the air among all the guys, Leo especially wasn't happy about it.
But he laughed along with them.
Fuck you guys.
That's what he wanted to say.
Oooh but since it was "the lords house" or whatever the fuck, he couldn't do that.
Might go to hell or something.
As if I'm not going anyway. I did just kill a man a few months ago.
He ate with them while they spoke on their perspectives of life and how they found God and all that good Christian folk stuff.
Meanwhile the pastor drives a beautiful brand new Mercedes Benz. How many people did he lie to in order to get that thing?
In his mind. The only relationship he had with God was a constant battle in life. His childhood sucked. His adolescent days were worse. And even now while he did everything in his power to hide it, he struggled deep down inside.
Put it this way, he regarded church as a place for hypocrites to gather every Sunday.
That was why he never went till now.
And even now, he regretted dumping his coffee on his lil rabbit and forced her to clean it up....
He got back to the car and opened his phone to several new messages from her.
'When are you coming home? Look I'm sorry. I didn't aim for your face, it was sposed to go by you.
Please come home.
I love you...'
He texted her back.
'I love you too, baby. I'm on my way. Im sorry for dumping my coffee on you and ruining your gown. I'm coming home to you.'