“Go on” said Mr. Fletcher while he yawned.
“The rabbits, they’re dead I killed them, I’m so sorry I don’t want this to affect our marriage”.
“You stupid woman of course it’s going to”.
Mr Fletcher jumped out of his bed and strode out of his room and slammed the door viciously behind him. He walked outside to the rabbit hutches and saw five white fluffy rabbits covered in blood in blood with knife wounds all over them. Mr. Fletcher broke down and cried into his hands. The garden door opened and Mrs. Fletcher came out with a tear in her eye and walked over to Mr. Fletcher and tried to comfort him.
“Leave me alone, you’ve gone and done it this time, you’ve ruined everything” Mr. Fletcher said in a disturbed voice.
“I’m sorry, I was so angry”
Mr. Fletcher stormed back into the house and grabbed the first set of clothes he saw. He rushed out of the front door, which was slammed so violently the glass at the top of the cracked. Mr. Fletcher walked out of the house and down the street very bitter and very disconcerted; he trampled past an antiques shop and saw an old-fashioned teapot, which Mrs. Fletcher had desired for a very long time. Mr. Fletcher stood there and thought for a moment then walked into the compact shop and asked the shop assistant, who had just finished polishing a tall colourful statue, if he could possibly purchase the teapot.
“That’s one hundred and forty pounds sir”
“Do you take credit cards?”
“Sure”
“Thanks my wife will really appreciate this” Said Mr. Fletcher with a menacing smile.
Mr. Fletcher strolled out of the shop and headed back to his home thinking how to confront his wife. He opened the front door and saw the crack at the top.
“I’m so glad you came back” Said Mrs. Fletcher in a very distressed voice.
“Here I got you something” Mr. Fletcher handed over the teapot very slowly thinking what he is about to do to Mrs. Fletcher.
“This is what I fancied for a long time, thank you so much”.
Mr. Fletcher grabbed the teapot brutally and hurled it in front of Mrs. Fletcher’s feet. The teapot shattered everywhere. Mrs Fletcher screamed and jumped.
“See how it feels, well I guess you wouldn’t, you don’t have a heart” Mr. Fletcher shouted in a loud and barbaric tone. Mr. Fletcher’s feelings were of anger.
“Why?” Mrs. Fletcher already knew the answer.
Mrs. Fletcher collapsed and picked up the pieces to see if it was fixable.
“ Now stay out of my life” Howled Mr. Fletcher at the top of his voice.
“Please don’t abandon me”.
Mr. Fletcher walked out of the house slowly and didn’t glance back. Mrs. Fletcher sat down and contemplated about her mum and dad. They had split up over jealously and she remembered her mum going up to her room with a black eye and tears running down her face. Mrs. Fletcher realized her marriage had crumbled like her parents.
