The day was winding down and coming to an end. He will be home soon! I know he'll be, so happy with what I've done with the place. I displayed our pictures happily along the walls and tables. I had taken the time to dust off all the shelves and tidied our home up a bit. Once more I made sure all our photos were neatly on display for all to see, as I despised the ones he formerly had hung. I loved my husband. As I picked up the one photo, I couldn't help but rub the pad of my thumb over his photographed cheek.

Upon finishing the last steps in preparing dinner, I heard the front door open and the shuffling of my husband coming through the door. I turned around and met him as he entered the attached living room and kitchen area.

"PJ, sweetie! I'm so happy to see you! How was work today? Ohh...and I made your favorite darling. I hope you like it." I chirped and spun back to the kitchen to tend to the meal. I grabbed out a couple plates and the utensils to set the table.

"My..day was fine...Y/N? *ahem* My favorite huh? Well...umm...Thank you I appreciate that." He was silent and then he looked towards t the entryway and back to me. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asked calmly in his cute little accent.

I chuckled at the goofy man. "Baby, stop messing around! We live here! You're so silly. Now don't think you ought to make your wife feel somewhat loved and kiss me? Or at least sound hungry?"

"Wife?"

I spun around at the sound of a females voice.

Simultaneously we spoke. "Who the h*ll is she?!" Then we glared at each other. My grip on the steak knife, I was previously placing at the table, only tightened until my knuckles were white.

"Please stay out of this!" He whisper growled to the stupid women next to my husband. I was happy to see my husband stand up for me. He was so brave and loving.

I approached them with a questioning gaze. "Y/N...Hey look at me?" I turned my attention back to him. "First I need you to put the knife down." My grip loosened as I hadn't realized it was there, but I simply lowered it to my side. "I need you to listen to me, please don't get upset. Listen Angel, I know this is rough, but we aren't together anymore. You and me...we're friends. Ok?"

My heart shattered, but turned cold as ice when the other woman spoke again.

"PJ...Who is she and what is she doing in my house?!" She shouted in her annoyingly high pitched voice.

"Please? You're not helping! Go!" He yelled pointing towards the door.

"Yes, go. I don't welcome unwanted strangers into our home! Now PJ...darling what are you saying...I thought" I was cut off by her again.

"I'm sorry your home? No no no hun...This is OUR home. Me and PJ live here. Look around and you'll see the photos of us everyw...What the hell?! The pictures...You're freaking crazy." She shouted at the sight of PJ and myself on his 21st birthday. One of my favorite pictures personally.

"I said go! I can handle this. You're only making this worse!" He shouted at the woman. "Y/N ple..." I didn't let him finish.

EXCUSE me?! I'm crazy? I'm sorry, but who's the one that's claiming my husband as their freaking boyfriend and acting like you own the place?" I walked beside PJ and continued my rant towards the woman whilst he tried to settle the feud. "My husband and I..." I extended a finger towards him and myself. "...Are very happy and won't tolerate this! And I'm not crazy, you stupid bit..." I didn't finish this time.

"I'm not claiming him! You broke into our house, made food, claim to be his wife and changed our photos?! PJ look, she put up pictures that look like you're a couple! Lady you're f*cking psycho!"

"ENOUGH!" he shouted and we both fell silent. She was looking like a deer in headlights at PJ, probably shocked he'd ever spoken up to her; I on the other hand was glaring straight at her.
PJ was speaking, but all in could hear was my heart thundering in my chest, the blood rushing, and the echoing sound of her nasally voice- psycho, psycho, psycho...I'll give her psycho.

My thoughts were suddenly halted as he stepped in front of me, obscuring my view from the intrusive woman. She thinks she can stumble into our lives and then has the audacity to call me such names and state such ludicrous stories, I almost couldn't handle it. Almost, but my husband-my loving husband-was there. He made it better. He was going to make our problems go away and we could enjoy our evening. We could be together. We could be happy.

I steadied my breathing and looked into his concerned, jade eyes. The eyes that held so much love and compassion. He held a tiny planet in each orb-a whole new life form brought to life behind each of those beautiful jade green eyes. I was at peace once more.

"Y/N?" He spoke softly and gently cupped both of my shoulders. I almost crumbled at his touch. "Shh...it's OK Angel. Hey listen, she didn't mean those things. She was just confused ok?" I nodded slightly, not wanting to fully believe him. Tears were now brimming at the edge and waiting to fall over. "Hey, no crying! Please angel, no crying. I can't handle you crying. Listen, Y/N...I do care about you...A lot, but we aren't a couple anymore. We are friends, yes! But...we broke up angel. That was my girlfriend. You and I...we're just friends now." The sting of pain shot through me and I cried. I released what little hold I had and cried. He hugged me tight and I protested slightly.

"No! No...it's not true; I won't believe it. I love you PJ and you love me. You're my...we're married baby. And dinner? We must eat dinner! Please! You'll love me again. Say it please? We were..." my ramblings were cut short.

"Y/N enough! Please angel? Don't make this hard. I do care...just not the same way. Please darling? I need you to go..." his words fell; just like my shattered soul and fragile mind.

And on an instant my fragile mind splintered into a million pieces. One sentence, one word, one pair of lips saying them and boom...I lost it.

"Yes, leave you psycho bit..." her words went into slow motion, everything went nearly silent, and I blacked out.

A moment of dark silence passed through me and I felt as though I was floating through space.

I was going to kill her. PJ stopped me again, tightening his grip on my shoulders.

"Will you gst out here! Leave!" He directed his comment to her and I watched her stomp off. My heated gaze followed her like a hawk. "Y/N! Look at me. Look. At. Me." I did and began coming down from my rage. "Good. Y/N...I...I think it's best you leave now. I'm going to have a talk with her, but why don't you let me take you home? We'll talk later ok, angel?"

"You... You're choosing her over me?" My voice filled with with the emotional pain I was experiencing. "Why? What does she that I don't?! I love you PJ!" I cried against him.

"I'm sorry Y/N...I just don't feel the same. Listen I really do care..." I didn't let him finish.

"LIAR! You're a filthy liar! She's no better! You were supposed to love me, PJ! I love you!" I screamed at him whilst waving my arms and the knife around.

"Y/N please calm down? It's not that way..." again, I cut him short.

"No! I will not calm down. My husband chose another woman over me and you're asking me to calm down. I don't understand." I furiously rubbed my face and then made a decision. I pointed at the door before continuing.  "Get out! Go! I don't want to see you right now. I worked all day to please you and this is how your repay me? I did this for you, PJ! Jus...just go away." I slunk back into the kitchen and leaned against the island. Covering my face, I sobbed.

"God, Y/N...I'm so sorry angel! I don't know what to do? Why don't we talk about it? I see you prepared a lovely meal. Why don't we sit and talk? No fighting or yelling. Ok?" I looked up and saw the sincerity in his beautiful eyes.

"Fine." I nodded lightly. "Just us? Right?"

"Well...I was thinking we should all talk? You know, start tonight over? You'll really love her! She's really kind and...."

"I want to talk to you PJ! I want you..." my voice barely a whisper.

"Y/N? You know why you can't do that? We aren't married, we never were. We broke up...I care about you, but my heart belongs to her." He spoke softly.

My eyes darkened at each sickening word. I hated them. He was mine! "Get. Out. Don't talk to me." I stepped forward and I pushed him back. Waving the knife through the air and forcing him from my view. Then I saw her again-in our living room, on our couch-and I lost it. "Go! Go go go go go...and take your stupid plaything with you! I don't care anymore PJ! Just go!"

"I am not a plaything! I'm his girlfriend! Listen, this is my house and I don't know who you are lady, but I will call the authorities! Now please get out of my home!" She tried acting civil and cute-all a ploy for PJ's sake. I saw threw her lies.

"Please ladies! Not again! Listen Y/N, let me take you home? Please angel?" My hard glare on her softened as I looked at him, but I didn't miss her scowl and the way she rolled her eyes.

"You don't even love him! Why, why does she get you PJ? I love you. I'll treat you like the perfect husband you are. I forgive you baby. I'll be a better wife.just tell me what to do?" I pleaded with my sweet sweet PJ. His face fell and he stepped closer.

"Y/N...Angel please. I told you we...we aren't together. We aren't married. You are so sweet and strong and I appreciate all of this, but..." he was cut off by the nasally b*tch.

"PJ! Are you even listening to what you're saying?! She broke into my house, she changed the photos, she made it look like you were married for crying out loud...." he cut her short with a hard glare and rose his voice.

"That's enough!" He turned his attention back to me, his eyes seeming to soften upon me. I reached up and caressed his cheek with my free hand. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. Then those beautiful eyes were filled with unshed tears and pain. She was doing this. "Y/N...Please let me take you home."

"PJ...she can take her own self home! We have more important manners than her! Come on baby!" I glared at her and PJ was once again telling her to stay out of it. She obviously couldn't catch a clue. "So what... You want to take her home. Then what? Maybe you can leave or maybe she'll lock you in the basement! Or..or do you care about this...This woman. Are you actually considering going back with this Psycho..." There was a small glimmer of hope that he was coming home, but then she did it again. I was going to really kill her!

I raised the steak knife that was still secured in my hand and moves forward. The darkness had consumed me once more and I couldn't escape it. My body was moving at its own accord. Then I heard the screaming of the woman. At the sound an almost maniacal smirk spread across my features. Her pain was my satisfaction.

When I opened my eyes, I found the woman a sobbing wreck kneeling next to a lifeless PJ on the floor. He was...so still; so pale. What did she do?

I didn't understand. What happened to my sweet PJ? He was dead? It had to be her...right? Between my own terrible thoughts and her endless screams and berates, I finally hit the bottom. Then she hit home, she knocked down the final peg holding my sanity in one piece. She finally mumbled the triggering words again. Psycho. And nothing could have stopped me.

Another round of complete darkness. My body felt like it was processed. It moved on it's own accord and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to; but I didn't want to.

Opened my eyes to see the blade dug deep in her chest and her gasping figure on the floor. "You'll... You'll go to prison. You'll get what...what you deserve. You're crazy... You're so psycho..." I took the blade out of her heaving chest and repeatedly rammed it into her small frame until blood was what made my vision hazy and dark. No. The darkness hadn't consumed me this time. No...I wanted to see it, to feel it, and I wanted...to end her.

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I cleaned up some, prepped the table for dinner, and called the operators. Within minutes they arrived.

I told them what happened.

It was a terrible break in. My husband was so brave against the woman, whom I only discovered then was his ex. She had put photos of her and him together all through the house and torn the real pictures to bits. They were found in pieces by an investigator. I cried the whole time. I told them how he fought her off and I had to defend myself. I told them that I was so scared that I think I overkilled her. I played the role of a broken wife perfectly. No one saw any fault.

I was taken to the ER for minor scrapes and cuts, but also trauma and therapeutic reasons. And I had no intention of sticking around.

"Doctor, I'm sorry, but could I...I just need a moment? Could you get me some water? Then we can do the testing. I'm jus..I'm just shaken up. It's...It's soo... so much. He's... He's gone..." I let the tears stream down my face. She was hesitant at first, but soon granted my wish.

Quickly drying my tears, I exited the room. I had everything planned to the tee. I snuck into the lounge, snatched a nurse's abandoned scrubs and made my way to the exit. At the local pharmacy I bought hair dye and withdrew my entire savings from an ATM. That was the last they ever seen of Y/N L/N. No she left. She had to go back to her hubby. Her sweet sweet Irish lover, Sean.

I'm coming baby.

THE END

A/N: Hello lovelies! I decided to revise this one. I wrote and published this rather late. It was too blunt and confusing. So I hope you like this version a little better. Still not my best, but I thought a little psycho Y/N was in need haha.

So if it's still a little confusing, basically the reader is supposed to be a little looney here. She and PJ had been a couple, but broken up. She lost it and thought they were married-her dream. She swapped photos and basically acted like his wife. Had his new pushy girlfriend not been there, things might have been different, but in the readers rage, it's presumed she killed PJ accidentally before ultimately ending his girlfriend's life. But it was only because she called her "psycho". That word sets her off for unknown, various reasons. Lastly Sean, is a man she's always deeply cared about and a good friend of PJ's. So in her mind, she manipulated her thoughts for him to be her next husband.  After all... She loves him.

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