Writing Prompt: He stubbed his toe.

Morning all, we have some fierce thunderstorms blowing through, so I am going to jump in and get going just incase the power goes out. So off we go.

I like this one. I am not sure where it is going, but I like it. In a dark way.

Friday, June 30^th: He stubbed his toe.

He stubbed his toe.  Calvin but back an exclamation of pain.  There wasn’t supposed to be anything here.  Why was there something even in his path?  Was she slacking on the housework just because he was gone.  The thought infuriated him.

He kept that rage bottled up inside as well.  There would be time for that later.  There would be time to vent his rage and make her pay for his pain.  He slowed his pace and carefully maneuvered around the room, trying to feel his way.  Everything was in the wrong place. 

Had she rearranged the furniture without his permission?  In the dark room he had a flash of red rage as a though occurred to him.  He used what little light that came through the curtains, thicker curtains than he remembered the living room ever having, damn her, to one of the larger pieces of furniture.  He ran his hands over it.  He felt the unfamiliar curves of the wood, the foreign to him fabric and ground his teeth so hard his teeth creaked. 

Had she spent money while he was gone?

Had she gone out and spent his heard earned money on new furniture just because he wasn’t there to tell her no?  The thought pushed him past the red rage and into something white hot.  It was beyond current thought and it was all he could do not to bellow for her to come downstairs and explain herself.

He knew what would happen if he did.  He would yell and she would cower upstairs, maybe try to lock him out of the bedroom as she had done once before.  By the time he made it upstirs and into the bedroom he not only took the door off its hinges but took out most of the door frame a well. 

She was sorry then.  She would be sorrier now. 

He decided to swallow back his rage.  He would not give her the chance to cower behind the door.  He would not chase her.  There would be no possibility of escape.  He smiled to himself.  She would pay for her disobedience while he was gone.  He started for the stairs.

Suddenly there were lights all around and he blinked in the sudden glare.  Through the window he could see the blue and red of the police.  Had she actually called the law on him for coming into his own house? It was inconceivable.

The overhead light flashed on and he looked up and then over to the light switch.  A large man holding a shot gun was standing on the lower step.  Calvin didn’t know him.  Had she actually brought in another man into his house?

“Who are you?” He bellowed in rage.  “And what are you doing in my house?”

“This is my house,” the man said.  “I bought it six months ago from a foreclosure sale. You are trespassing and need to leave.”  The voice was calm, firm.

Calvin’e rage exploded.  “Did she forget to pay the bills?”  His mouth opened and closed several times.  “Where is she? I demand to know where she is! She will have to pay for this.”

“Sir, you will have to come with us.”  He spun around and saw that while he talked to the man claiming to own hos house the police snuck in behind him. 

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“We’ll figure that out down at the station, sir,” the officer said.