Lost In the Night

Seeing them in bed together after trying to surprise her by returning home a night early from my trip was more of a surprise for me. I rushed out of the house with her cries and his bare ass pounding down the stairs after me. I drove away as fast as I could. The city trailed off in the rearview mirror. The houses became fewer and farther between. The night grew dark and misty. I wasn’t even sure in which direction I travelled. I was so angry; I saw red. I was so hurt; I saw my own heart break. I was so confused; I saw a bleak future. What I did not see was the gas needle drop below “E” before the car drifted to a stop. The words I screamed into the night are not fit for print. I danced around the car in a tantrum; mixing the howls of a wounded animal with thunderous kicks into the side of my now gasless car. By the time I regained my senses, the circle of eyes reflecting the faint light in the dark night were nearly upon me. As I violently tugged on the driver’s side door, I noticed the lock peg in the downward position and the keys dangling in the ignition. The adrenalin of fear added to the adrenalin of anger, hurt and jealousy. I turned to the pack of wolves; bared my own teeth; held up my hands and charged towards the largest beast of the pack, yelling like a deamon from hell. My world soon turned as dark as the night. I felt no pain. I felt no fear. I felt nothing. I drifted into the fog. I felt my soul being torn from my body – but no pain accompanied the sensation. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. I tasted blood from fresh, raw meat in my mouth. I had strands of hair in the fingers of my tightly clenched hands. My clothes were ripped to shreds – but I lay naked on a soft, large bed. The sheets, soaked in blood, felt fresh, none-the-less. I sat up with my muscles aching as if I had just finished a workout in the gym. I was covered in blood, but, after a quick inventory of all my parts – I bore no cuts, no bruises, no sores, no pain. Suddenly, I sensed the two bodies that lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. My wife and best friend laid in a bloody mess with limbs torn, teeth marks all over their bodies and the look of terror frozen on their faces. Outside on my lawn, I saw the tail end of the pack of wolves slowly moving towards the woods. In unison, they turned and looked at me. They raised their noses towards the dawning sky and let out a piercing howl. I joined in the refrain.