[ WP ] You learn your 'deaf ' wife lied and has been able to hear everything .

`` The whole time I've known you. The whole time. And you just decide to tell me you're not really deaf today?'' I say in disbelief, sitting down across from my husband, Robert, in our kitchen. 
 
 `` Yes.'' Is all he says, clearly, for the first time I've heard in his real voice. I wait for him to say more, but he just sits there, staring, smiling at me eerily. 
 
 `` Why?!'' I ask, yelling and pounding my fist on the table angrily. 
 
 `` I wanted to hear what you really had to say. What you really thought of me. It told me a lot to hear the things you'd scream about me with your face turned.'' Robert replies, still smiling that knowing smile. 
 
 `` I did n't mean... I mean, It is n't like I said anything odd. Most people keep an incredible amount of things to themselves. You just frustrate me sometimes.'' I answer, putting my head in my hands. 
 
 I look up to see him standing over me, still smiling. 
 
 `` This is it. The last time you hear me talk. Remember what you said about my mother?'' Robert says, pulling out a gun. 
 
 `` What the fuck, Rob? Where did you get a-'' I start. Then he points the gun at me. I flinch and then begin to laugh. 
 
 `` What?'' He asks with a puzzled look on his face. 
 
 `` What I said about your mom. It's true. And you're not going to shoot me. You're not that stupid or that attached to your mom.'' I answer, getting up and pulling the barrel of the gun to my chest, goading him. 
 
 Rob puts the gun back into his pocket. `` You're right. It all just... Flashed in front of me. All the anger I've felt over the years. I'm sorry.'' He says, tears coming from his eyes. 
 
 `` That was pretty fucked up, Rob. I get it, kinda. But wow.'' I say, taking a sharp intake of breath. `` I thought I was the angry one.'' 
 
 `` You really do n't know much about me at all.'' Rob replies, wiping away the tears from his face. 
 
 `` Apparently not.'' I answer, sitting back down. 
 
 `` I know enough about you to send you to jail, though.'' He says, smiling again. 
 
 `` For what?'' I ask, confused. 
 
 `` Theft. Lies. You name it. I've been listening to your little conversations with Jen, too.'' He answers, laughing. 
 
 `` What the fuck is with that smile?'' I ask, creeped out by it. 
 
 `` Knowledge. I've been building it up. It makes me feel powerful and happy.'' He says, putting the gun on the table and spinning it around childishly. 
 
 `` Who are you? I mean, really?'' I ask, getting up from the table again. 
 
 `` Apparently just the'asshole' that married you.'' He says, looking into the barrel of the gun. 
 
 `` Should you really have that pointed at yourself?'' I ask, concerned. 
 
 `` Eh. It is n't loaded. See?'' He answers, pointing it at me. I hold my breath and I close my eyes tightly. I hear the empty'click.' I open my eyes and he cocks it again. 
 
 `` Just to make sure.'' He says, pushing the trigger again. I hear the gun fire and I'm quickly on the ground. 
 
 He comes over and stands by me. His face has n't moved a muscle from the previous grin. `` Yes, I am that close to my mom.'' 
 
 Edit: cut out a few words 
 

