Disclaimer: Characters belong to David Jacobs, Lorimar, CBS, et al and appear here strictly for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Rating: PG 17, for language and sexual content.
Spoiler: Everything through the end of Season 5, though I've played with the canon for "Hell Hath No Fury."
Summary: Just a short story on Sue Ellen's thoughts as she stands in the doorway of Holly Harwood's bedroom.
A/N: Dedicated to my amazing and supportive sister, Megan. xo
NOTE: This chapter is RATED ADULT for sexual content.

The sleek Mercedes purred to a stop and I turned off the ignition. The large mansion in front of me glowed from within, seemingly welcoming me. Welcoming me. Narrowing my eyes, I wondered briefly if Holly Harwood was a sadist. Probably.

The wind rustled my hair carried the faint scent of burning wood as I walked up to the front door. Cold clung to me and I shivered, pressing down on the handle and entering the warm house. The light caught on the teardrop crystals hanging from the chandelier in the foyer and danced merrily on the wall.

Stopping directly underneath the light fixture, I waited. My eyes moved over the entranceway and the sitting room to my right. There's no movement in the room and my gaze shifted to the carpet lined staircase. It's wide and inviting. Taunting even, as I contemplated following it upstairs. The almost comforting silence is shattered by the sound of a shriek. A woman's shriek. Not one of terror. I eyed the stairs again.

I placed by hand gingerly on the banister, the warmth from the dark wood soothed the icy nature of my fingers. The railing is sturdy. Strong. I gripped it tighter as my feet seemed to move with a mind of their own. Another shriek, followed by a muffled giggle and a soft thud. Does she make you feel the way I do? Does she-

My hand on the banister twitched as my other hand flew to my mouth. The muscles of my stomach contracted and I shook my head. No, not until I know for sure.

I reached the top of the stairs, feeling like a mountain climber reaching the highest peak. But there's no victory. No exultation. Glancing behind me to the front door, it stood partly open. I could leave. Go home. Ignore the ravings of the psychotic bitch and pretend I never ran into her. I half turned when a deep laugh flew down the hallway, teasing my ears with its familiarity. My eyes squeezed shut, as if that could block out his rumbling chuckle. The one I claimed as belonging only to me. The one I fell in love with.

Now it's all around me. Bouncing off the walls and floors, where it shocked my heart and the core of my soul. It echoed in my ears, as every intimate moment between us flashed before my eyes as I followed the sound down the hall.

The pounding in my chest increased as I approached the door. A beam of golden light shined underneath the door, mocking the darkness of the hallway. And the darkness that slowly seeped into my heart.

Without warning, they rang out. The telltale and rhythmic squeaks of the bed. Strong and steady, like the banister that shouldered my burdens a moment ago. They came fast and furious now, as if the end of the world was around the corner and this was all they'd ever have. And maybe it is.

The iron taste burned my mouth and shocked me out of my stupor. I touched my lip, feeling the sticky wetness and licked it away. When did I bite my lip? My other hand fingered the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open slightly.

Golden light curled around the door and I blinked as it hit me. My vision adjusted and I beheld my husband moving eagerly over her. I winced as they panted in unison, her fingernails scratching angry red trails on his back. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling and she moaned loudly as his mouth found her breast.

I raised my hand to my chest, feeling the harsh beat of my heart beneath my ribs. The pounding of their bodies together synchronized with my pounding heart and the shortness of my breath. A thousand and one high-pitched sirens pierced my eardrums, blocking out their heavy breathing. White-hot pain smashed into my face as the blood drained out of it and I slumped against the doorjamb.

He grabbed her from where she laid on the mattress, forcing her to sit up against the headboard as he braced his hands on either side of her. His head found the hollow of her neck as he turned into it. Her hands wrapped possessively around his neck and she tightened her legs around his waist as he continued to thrust into her.

Looking over his shoulder, her eyes sought me out behind the narrow crack in the door. Her face hardened and her eyes blazed as she pressed her hand to the back of his head. Smug satisfaction washed across her face as she smiled cruelly at me. She moaned his name loudly as I turned from the door and fled down the hallway. Their fevered screams followed me down the staircase and across the foyer. The glass door slammed shut, protecting me from the sounds of their climax.

The Mercedes is quiet and warm, a haven from the horror of her house. The leather headrest cocooned my head as I rested against it. Tears burn behind my eyelids, though the pain is nothing new. My hands automatically start the engine and I grip the smooth steering wheel. Slamming into reverse, I back out and the tires squeal as I head down the long driveway. The bright lights of the house faded in the rearview mirror. Just like all my hopes that things would be different this time.

"One man, and one man alone, has known that Mrs. Ewing," he had bragged to his brother at a barbeque long since past.

Can I say the same thing about you? That one woman, and one woman alone, has known you? My grip tightens on the wheel. "No," I said aloud.

But no one answered me and the silence began to overwhelm my being. The pressure weighed down on my chest as I contemplated where to go. Up ahead the road would split and take me in two different directions. The road on the right would lead to Braddock and Southfork. The road on the left would take me into downtown Dallas and the stores that would sell me the liquor that would dull the hurt.

I flicked on the right turn switch. Memories of them in bed, moaning together slammed into my consciousness. The bitter anger glinted in her eyes as his lips fondled the side of her neck. The new pain stabbed my heart and I jerked the wheel hard to the left, ignoring the blaring horn of the car I cut off.