Things got out of hand, as they always do. Sometimes you have something sitting on your chest for so long, it comes streaming from your mouth at the slightest provocation. You had watched her over the rim of your drink, eyes brimming with resentment. It wasn't just that she thought you were small, but you felt small. Trapped in a dead end job, trapped in a dead end marriage, trapped in a dead end life. So when it happened, when you felt the chance to be big for once, bigger than her, you took it. "You should go in the basement." "Huh?" She absent-mindedly replied, staring down at her phone. "You should go down in the basement, there's something I want you to see."