A Short Story: Trapped In The Motel Room

Picking up her purse and keys ready to leave the motel room, Marlene Barnes, a raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, turned around and smiled. “As always, I enjoyed it, but I need to go,” she said, kissing Frank passionately as she opened the motel door slightly and gazed into her mother’s shocked eyes. “Mother, what in the hell are you doing here?” She screamed. Frank froze wearing only his birthday suit. Katherine Lincoln, Marlene’s mother pushed her way into the motel room and screamed, “Marlene Sue Barnes, you’re a cheating hussy! What do you think you’re doing with this scum bag? What about your husband and children!” Suddenly, they began screaming at the top of their lungs at each other

“Let’s wait out front,” Dan said, going up the driveway.
Weeping, Karen asked, “Is she, all right?”
Shaking his head, Dan said, “There’s a lot of blood back there. It doesn’t look good,” While standing in the driveway, he listened as Karen described what happened earlier, “Bouncer woke me up to take him outside. I was waiting in the driveway, and a man ran around the side of Katherine’s house.” “I asked what he was doing back there? He stopped, stared at me, and looked as though, he would attack me. Then he ran out the open gate and up the driveway,” she said pointing toward the sidewalk. “When Bouncer finished, he ran around the side of the house. I went after him and saw something lying near the trash can, thinking it was an old blanket or rug, I went over to throw it in the trash can.” “That’s when I saw her face covered with blood and ran to your house,” she said, covering her face with her hands and wept. Putting his arm around her, Dan comforted her, promising the police would punish whoever did this to their friend.
Looking at her watch, Karen said, “I need to ask Phyllis to teach my Thursday morning

After opening the curtains, he hugged her as tears poured down her face.
Stumbling around in shock, Marlene shook her fist and asked, “Why would anyone murder her? Would you get me a cup of coffee?” Going into the kitchen, Jerry returned with a cup of coffee and suggested she go upstairs and rest, which she refused.
Clutching his fist angrily, Jerry said, “I was afraid this would happen. Katherine wouldn’t listen when I told her to lock the doors and set the alarm every night before she went to bed.”
Picking up the phone, Jerry said, “I need to call Mom.” After several rings without getting an answer, he said, “She probably went out and forgot to take her phone. I’ll try again when Dad gets home.”
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Wanting to surprise Margaret, Andrew left work early, while sitting at the counter waiting for his wife of some forty years to make his drink. He asked, “Has Mark said what he wants for