Jerry

The plumber sat in his truck, thinking about going inside. Every day since his wife left, he sat in his truck with a six-pack debating going in. Melissa was all he had since they were twenty and met drunk in bar. He was arguing with a man and turned to see a woman was arguing with the man's wife. Ever since that bar fight, the pair had been inseparable. Yet, after the miscarriages and her becoming distant and hiding her phone, he had to try harder and harder to keep them together. Until one day, he came home with a six pack and a bouquet of roses to see her in bed with someone else. His best fucking friend. She left three days later, telling him that she was expecting a kid with Bill and they were moving to Kentucky.

The plumber put his truck in drive and revved the engine. He opened three beers and chugged them, put the truck in drive and sped the truck into his house. He could still hear Melissa screaming as he pinned Bill down and started beating his ass. She was his first love, though that was silly. He was well in his thirties when they met and had just clicked. He couldn't believe she could just--How could she just--Bill was bleeding all over his shirt and the plumber felt dizzy. He had never liked blood. His ears were ringing and Melissa was still screaming in his ears even though she had left years ago. She had already had her child, then another then a third. Though the plumber had a good job and was generally nice, she still left him.

The plumber could hear sirens in the distance. Hazily, he tried to get himself out of his truck. Then, he heard the sweetest voice he could ever imagine. Sir, don't try to get up. A white halo circled the silhouette of a woman with curly hair. Just lay back, I've got you. The woman chuckled nervously. You've sure done a number on yourself. I'm Jenny. Just relax. I'm not sure what made you do this, but I've got you now.