[ CW ] Begin and end your story with the same expletive .

`` God fucking damn it!'' Alex threw his briefcase on the floor while he stomped into his apartment in a rage. He slammed the door behind him, irritating his neighbors on both sides, and loosened his tie as he contemplated his most recent mistake. He paced throughout his home, thankful that his wife, Helen, did n't get off of work until the early morning hours. 
 
 The thirty year old lawyer had always been married to his career and to his wife, Helen. The end of both marriages seemed imminent. He was a small time lawyer, a public defender, who made chump change compared to other men in his profession. That would n't matter though. He would surely be fired. But hey, Alex thought, maybe he would be famous? That was a shitty silver lining, to be sure, but that was the thought that Alex clung to. 
 
 He would certainly be divorced from his career. After all, he'd slept with his client. It would n't be the first time. Hell, even Helen was a client before. ( He got her out of a murder charge. ) This new client was n't his first rodeo but this case snowballed into national news and he'd underestimated the press. He slept with the client one too many times and got walked in on. The press caught wind of a scandal and sniffed him out. He was removed from the case today and the news broke the scandal during the 11 o'clock news last night. 
 
 The next divorce would probably be coming from Helen. He could n't imagine that she would stay with him after discovering that he'd slept with a serial killer. ( Innocent until proven guilty be damned. His client was guilty and he knew it. ) His skinny bottom crashed into a plush recliner as he sighed, resigning himself to his jobless, soon-to-be-wifeless fate. 
 
 Minutes turned into hours and night fell as Alex fell asleep in his chair and snored away. He woke up to feel something, someone, on his lap. `` Helen... Helen!'' The exclamation was one of surprise and arousal. His wife Helen, straddled his lap sensually in a dress that Alex could n't resist. It was low cut and rode high, his favorite combination. There was a thick belt in the middle of the dress, just under Helen's bust. Something protruded from the belt, but Alex could n't see what it was in the dark. His vision was absolute shit at night. 
 
 `` Hey Baby...'' Helen cooed huskily as she ran a hand down her own slender frame. The hand rested on the protrusion on the belt. `` What's the occasion?'' Alex could n't believe his eyes. Why now, after months of a sexless marriage, did Helen seem into the idea of getting him off? He would never understand her. 
 
 `` Kiss me.'' Alex did n't need to be told twice. He never turned down a hot body. While Alex kissed her neck and buried his face in her breasts, Helen took the knife out of the small sheath attached to her belt. `` Hey baby, remember how you got me off that one time?'' 
 
 `` That one time? Babe, I got you off plenty of times.'' 
 
 `` No, I mean the time I was actually guilty. I did murder that guy, you know, but you got me off. They found me innocent.'' A searing pain split through Alex's neck as Helen's knife quickly pierced through his neck three times, severing the jugular vein. In the moments of shock induced silence, Helen pushed Alex off of her before he could take a swing at her. 
 
 A pool of blood was already forming around Alex who was grabbing at his neck. `` They were wrong.'' Helen threw the knife before fleeing the scene. She was panicky after her first murder and she was just as terrified after what she assumed would be her second. 
 
 Alex dialed 911, hoping to survive until ambulances arrived. He knew that Helen was crazy, but he did n't think that she would actually kill another person or try to. He certainly did n't think that she would try to kill him. Alex groaned audibly when he was told by the 911 dispatch that ambulances were en route. Why did this shit always have to happen to him. He heard sirens in the distance, but his vision was already slipping. He gurgled aloud what might have been his parting words, `` God fucking damn it.''
