I should have said all that

She stood there, frozen to the ground, in shock. Her hands were red, drenched in blood. Her clothes too. There was some in her hair and she could taste it in her mouth too. She stared at her hands, at the blood dripping from them. She tries frantically to wipe them off, smearing more blood on her white gown. She looks around and sees the body lying on the ground in front on her.

"Oh god! Jeff!" She cried out, kneeling beside the body.

His body was cold to touch. His throat was slit through and a knife laid beside the body. If you ignore the red flowing gash on the neck, Jeff looked as if he was sleeping.

"Oh Jeff" Brittany cried again. 

How did it all come to this? It was her wedding day. She was supposed to be on her honeymoon, not beside the chapel where they got married. It was supposed to be the best day of her life. And it turned into a nightmare.

Brittany cried for hours, or maybe seconds, she couldn't remember. Then she wiped her tears off and looked around for any witnesses.

It was late in the night, but a light from the chapel and few street lights accross the cemetery gave some relief. 

She had to get out of here, and soon. But for that she had to move the body. She looks around for something to help her.

"Oh it's all my fault" Brittany blabbered as she roams around the chapel, " I should have said something. It's all because I kept quiet" 

She repeats it again and again. Walking around the chapel in circles. At her third round, she finds a shed, hidden behind some trees. It was just a wooden shed, without doors. Ofcourse God doesn't need doors for his things.

She moves towards the shed and spots a wagon. She pulls it out and drags it to the body. Her wedding gown flowing behind her.

"Oh baby" she cries again as she looks at the body. Her tears run down her face, washing along the mascara line.

She picks up the arm and tries to push him into the wagon. She was a big woman. She could do it. She hauls the body into the wagon and hears a soft thud. She looks around, panting and recoils in horror.

The head had fallen off the body. It was a sick joke someone was playing with her. 

Brittany picks up the head gingerly and throws it in with the body, crying all the while. Then she looked around for things she must have missed and accidentally looks in the wagon. The body had somehow arranged itself to cradle the head and the eyes still stared at her.

Brittany couldn't hold herself this time and she ran to the bushes to throw up. After she was done, she walked back to her husband and started pushing the body off the chapel grounds.

"This shouldn't have happened" she mumbled along the way.

She reached the cemetery without any difficulty, apart from small trips she had due to her long wedding gown. Brittany stood there a second, looking around for the right spot and then moves towards a patch of dirt that has been recently filled up.

She places her wagon beside the freshly made grave, says a silent prayer to the deceased, picked up the shovel and started digging.

"You know Jeff" Brittany started speaking to her dead husband, "the day you met me was the best day of my life. I still remember the first day of autumn. I was in my office, just going over some paperwork and in walked you, with all you aura and charisma and sweeped me right off my feet. Oh how I loved you the day I set my eyes on you. But I was too scared to say anything. You were not even my client. You were there for Stacy, my best friend, my partner. The beautiful one. And still you cose me. "

" Ofcourse I thought what would a handsome man like you have to do with someone who looks like me. I mean I am smart, rich, I own my own company thanks to my father, but that wasn't everything was it? I wasn't beautiful. I was fat and ugly. But you made me think beyond the mirror. You made me feel beautiful. Oh how I should have told you that I didn't believed you. But no. I told you everything you wanted to hear. I blushed at your compliments, I acted coy and docile. Anything for you baby" she looked up from her digging.

"You know that restaurant you took me on our first date? That sushi restaurant? Even though I hated sushi? Yeah I hated it. Did you know that? No you didn't because I never told you about it. I pretended how it was the best thing I ever tasted and told you the same. And that is how we had sushi Saturdays. Oh I hated those days. You know I used to sneak in some cheeseburgers before I came home? Yeah so I didn't had to eat all that sushi."

" Remember the party we went to? The one where I was awarded the youngest multimillionaire? And everyone was clapping for me. How I credited you for my success. How happy I was to have you with me. And then we went to that after party where it was all your friends because I didn't have any, apart from Stacy. I was so happy that you wanted me to meet your friends. But then, you told them I was just your friend. Oh how hurt I was. I should have told you then and there that I didn't like being just a friend after a year of being together. But I just smiled and stayed quiet. Should have said all those things"

" I remember when everyone figured out we were dating. And how they all reacted. Shocked. As if someone like me doesn't deserve someone like you." Brittany scoffed, " How supportive they were of you, sympathetic too. Thank God for Stacy or I would have gone insane. She told me that all that mattered was you and me. Just us."

" And I used that like a talisman. I didn't say anything when you started ordering me salads on our night outs. Even though I hate the fucking salad, " she screamed, " it tastes like grass and mud" she spoke softly again.

"I hated the salad. And I hated the rationing on my snacks in my own home. Remember how you just moved in? Without even asking me. One day you were just there, at my door, with all your things. What was is supposed to do? Tell you no! How absurd. You would have left me right then and there. Instead I let you in. I let you move in."

" I hated every single moment of it. I hated when I would return home and it would be chaos all around. And how you would go 'babe I missed you' and would wrap my arms around me. I should have smacked you right on the head. I should have screamed at you to get out of my house. But I didn't. I cleaned after your mess and smiled all the while doing so"

" And then when you told me your company let you go. I was so supportive of you. I gave you all the references, the resources, the recommendations. I gave you everything I could. But you wanted more. You walked into my office too. MY OFFICE. " She shouted again and then calmed herself down.

" you said you wanted to be close to me. That I should let you work with me. And I did. Instead of kicking you out of my office, I let you stay in. And watched as you destroyed every single part of my company. And smiled as you did so. "

She wiped some sweat off her brow, smearing some dirt on her forehead. "The gym!" She exclaimed and then started laughing.

"Oh the gym. Every morning you would kick me out of my own bed, demanding that I go to the gym. I should have said no. Should have told you to go fuck yourself. But you know what? Thanks to that, I can dig all this up" she stopped as she reached the coffin, threw out the spade and dragged it out.

" You know," she spoke again prying open the coffin box, "The thing I regret the most is when you proposed me." Brittany cried as she opened the lid of the coffin. The girl inside was beautiful. The flower in her hand was still fresh. Her skin looked pale but still she was absolutely stunning. Brittany moved towards her husband. 

"It was amazing." She stroked the hair on the decapitated head, "I knew Stacy had helped you in preparing all that. It was just perfect. The beach. The setting sun. The ring. You kneeling in front of me. Oh how I wanted to just kiss you and fuck you right then and there. And I said yes. When honestly I should have said no."

" But you know that is my problem, " she picked the head and threw it in the coffin, " I never say what i intend to." She placed the body in the coffin along with the other dead body and stared at it.

"You know it wasn't just my problem. It was yours too. If only you would have come to me. If only I would have told you that I knew about the two of you. If only I could tell you that I knew Stacy and you were fucking each other. I should have said something. I should have told Stacy that I knew she wanted the company and maybe she wouldn't have been in this coffin with you. Right Stacy? " She looked up at the girl.

" I was so sorry to find out that your doctors couldn't figure out it was arsenic."

Brittany looked down at the dead bodies. Stacy's eyes closed and Jeff's eyes staring at her.

"Oh don't you worry about me darling" she stroked Jeff's cheek, " I have the lawyers. I am not planning on going to jail because of you. I will go to our honeymoon alone." Brittany pauses and pulls out a cigarette pack out of Jeff's pocket. She lights a cigarette and takes a drag. "Well I would file a complaint in the morning that you never came back to the hotel we booked for our wedding night. And that I had no idea of where you were. And then I would cry and beg of them to find you. Now you don't have any relatives and your friends would forget about you soon enough. After I give them some nice return gifts. And then when they won't be able to find your body, they will very sadly inform me that they couldn't find you and that I should just let you go. And they will close the file."

Brittany looks down at her husband " and you will rest in peace with this piece of shit in hell" she shuts down the lid and nails it up. 

She slowly and safely places the coffin back in the grave and covers it up again. By the time she is done, her hands are tired and her clothes are all muddy. She smiles at the rising sun and walks up to her car. Now she was free.

"I should have said all that when those two were alive" she starts the ignition and drives off.