Cheryl walked in the house and walked by Kevin like she didn’t see him. She did notice that his face was tight.
“Care to tell me where you have been?”
“Nope.”
“Oh really. You’re going to say that to me?” he said but she continued past him.
She went into the library and wanted to read. Something that always calmed her down and boy did she need something to settle the nerves. She was cried out, pissed off and tired.
“We need to talk about a few things.” Kevin said as he walked into the library.
“We don’t need to talk about anything.”
“Yes we do. We need to discuss what you are going to do about being pregnant. I think…”
“Oh, you think. Isn’t that rich? Well I will tell you what. No need for you to think about anything. Things are already taken care of.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Just like it sounds.” She stood to leave the library.
“Stop talking in riddles and tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I don’t need to tell you shit! You never tell me anything. Now you wanna be all up in my face, because you want to be a daddy. How about you be a daddy to the kids you already have! Screw you Kevin. You weren’t acting like you wanted to be a daddy a month ago. You the one acting like you a single man. You barely even come home anymore. You could give a flying fuck about me, this baby or the kids.
Kevin’s voice came out as a shriek.
“How dare you try and put the destruction of this marriage on me!”
“And why not?” she asked gasping, “You are out there with another woman. Not once have I ever thought about cheating on you. God knows I could have, so many times before, but did I, no, I stayed faithful. Why? Because I thought that if I did, you would see just how lucky your stupid ass was to have someone like me. Boy was I wrong. You only care about one thing, and that is you and that bitch you are screwing.”
Kevin lunged at her, catching her off guard. They fell to the floor with him on top of her.
“Don’t you ever call her that again? Do you hear me?”
“You’re crazy,” she screamed.
“I sure am,” his hands tightened around her neck. She fought to keep him from tightening his grip. “You fucking bitch!” he shouted.
Suddenly his hands left her neck and he stood. She staggered to her feet, holding her neck and coughing.
“I won’t let you do this again, I won’t.”
She ran for the phone on the desk.
“Who do you think you’re calling?”
“Get away from me.”
He pulled the jack from the wall, and grabbed her by the hair.
“Stop it!”
He slapped her hard across her face. She tried running from the room and shutting the door, but he was right there with her. By the time he had finished her eyes were swollen.
“I suggest you think the next time you get your ass on your shoulders,” he said, breathing hard. “If you think I will stand around and let you come and go as you please, you are sadly mistaken; furthermore, if you even think about killing my child, I will do the same to you. Do you understand me? Do you?”
She lay there in a heap on the floor. She heard him throwing glasses and slamming things in the kitchen. She heard him enter the garage. She was hopeful he was leaving. She dragged herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.
Night had fallen and she finally woke up. Her head was killing her and the lights were not on in the house. She got up and felt around in the dark. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights. The lights illuminated all of the flowers in the room. This certainly was not going to stop her from calling the cops on his sorry ass. No matter what he did this time, she was not putting up with this anymore.
She heard a noise downstairs. “Sweetheart, are you awake?” he called.
She went back and climbed into bed.
“You need to eat,” he said as he walked in with a tray of food.
“I’m not hungry.”
“The baby might be,” he said. “So eat.”
He sat the tray down when he heard the doorbell ring. “Just eat, I’ll get it.”
She stared at the tray of food as long as she could then pushed it to the floor.
Kevin came running up the stairs.
“Are you alright?” he asked, unaware that Dee was behind him.
“What the fuck happened? What did he do to you?”
Dee wrapped her arms around her. Cheryl looked at Kevin then turned her head.
“Nothing. I fell downstairs. You know with the pregnancy and all, I got dizzy.”
Dee looked at her and leaned in for a hug. She whispered, “Why are you protecting him?” she looked away.
Dee got up and ran up on Kevin, “You piece of shit. You did this didn’t you? I’m calling the cops.”
“Sweetie, you will be so embarrassed when Cheryl tells them what really happened.”
“Just look at her,” she screamed and came back to Cheryl, “she looks like she went three rounds with you.”
“Dee, I’m fine. I’m a little tired. I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said, while trying to convince her friend, that she had it all under control. Kevin came and grabbed her by the arm.
“You need to leave,” he said sweetly. “The doctor said she needs to rest.”
As he led her downstairs, she could hear Dee, “I know you did this, and she is too scared to say anything. How could you hit her, knowing she’s pregnant?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I will tell Cheryl that you will call her later, ok? Bye.” He pushed her in the back and slammed the door.