[ WP ] Write a story that seems like a cliffhanger untill you reread the first line .

“'Eat the apple pie!' She told me.' I made it from scratch,' she says, I loved It mom. I was stuffed but she practically made me eat it. I did n't want to hurt her feelings, how could I say no. Yeah, She said you talked her through baking it. Karen's was almost as good as yours at home. It was the perfect meal for a perfect night, she felt the same. Okay. I love you too. Would you put Dad back on the phone so I can say bye, Thanks. ” While on hold Michael took sips from his scotch. “ Hey, Dad, yeah, I just wanted to tell you, this is the life. I have it all. Twenty five years of hard work has me in a place some people would kill for. Money, cars, a great family. A gorgeous trophy wife who cleans, cooks, and takes care of me. I know. I'll stay humble. Okay. I love you too Dad, tell mom I love her. Okay I will. I know she'll be happy to hear it. Alright I'll talk to you later. Bye. ” Michael could feel his guts bubbling as he walked back inside his home. As Michael made is way to the medicine cabinet his legs wobbled. Karen was already standing in the bathroom. 
 
 “ Is everything alright? ” she questioned. 
 
 “ I'll be alright. Man was tonight great or what. ” Michael's hand fumbled the Tums. 
 
 “ Are you sure you're okay? ” 
 
 “ Just a little to much to drink is all. ” He stumbled back, landing a seat on the edge of the tub. He gently brushed off his wife's assistance and began pulling off his socks. “ I'm fine. My mom was happy to hear about the pie by the way. I did n't tell her but I liked yours better. ” 
 
 “ Well that's because I made it special for you. ” 
 
 Karen twisted the knobs on the faucet creating a hot bath for her husband. Steam filled the room as the water cascaded down the porcelain. Before to long the tub was filled and the stage was set. A look of worry could be seen plastered on his face as Michael shrieked and hugged his abdomen. He was about to be unconscious and when Michael fell backwards into the water four words fell with him. With sight fading, he stared at his darling, smiling, trophy wife, he had come to realize. “ I did n't want to...''
