A Heart For A Heart

Allison Hera ignored the spurts of blood that drenched her face in the wet liquid. She ignored the stench of the human body. She kept on stabbing her arm down with all her might at the chest of her once beloved. He had been dead for some minutes but that was not what Allison wanted. She tore his ribs from the cage and more blood splattered on her face. The organs' gruesomeness had no effect on her because she didn't notice them. Her mind was in a rage. All she wanted to do was take from Calvin what he had taken from her. Her Heart.

Allison Hera and Calvin McMann were the couple whose love was envied by their friends and family. Everyone wanted what they had. For years after finishing High School, the pair dated and moved in together. There relationship wasn't perfect, but it was the best either of them could dream of; Vacations at the beach and a romantic evening watching the sunset; or a meal prepared by both their hand and enjoyed in candlelight. She could open up her heart and soul to him and vice versa. She could tell him her problems, and Calvin listened, and when she cried, he would hold her in his muscular arms until she felt like the world could go on spinning. He was everything a woman could ask for, aside from his beautiful sandy hair and Olympian body.

 He was hers and she was his.

All until Allison came to their small home where they planned to raise a child someday. She had gotten off early from her job as a bank teller because she had been exhausted lately. She walked into the door and called Calvin's name and was met with silence.

She trekked up the stairs and began to catch the sound of a high drone. The sound was coming from their bedroom. Without thinking she opened the door and was met with more emotions than she could handle. There was Calvin, on top of some girl on their bed. Neither of them noticed poor Allison in the doorway, but continued to engage in their vile game.

Allison shut the door and slumped down against the wall outside. She did nothing but cry while the sound of Calvin's betrayal in the background. Several minutes later, the noise subsided, as well as the tears. As if in a trance, she walked down to the kitchen and grabbed one of the knives from the set, and stalked about upstairs.

As if in a trance, she threw open the door to her room in time to see the slut just putting back on her clothes and her boyfriend lying on the bed, satisfied with his work. Allison didn't hear the words coming from their mouths, and payed no attention to their eyes streamline for the knife clutched tightly in her hand. The whore ran from the room but Allison ignored her. 

Calvin was the one responsible. He was the one who ripped out her heart, and she was determined to make him feel the same pain...