Prologue
October 12, 2006
It was midnight by the time we were alone. Damien’s sister’s Jane and Mackenzie and their husbands came over to the game. Once again he invites them over without consulting me. When everyone is gone Damien is already heading for the bathroom. I’ve been waiting all night to talk to him. Finally, the moment is here.
In the time It took me to lock all windows and doors. Damien had started in the shower; so I sat on the toilet seat. I start out by saying “did you forget I needed to talk to you?” “Oh, baby can it wait I’m tired, and I have to work in a few hours”, he said. “No, Damien I’ve been waiting too long”, I said earnestly. “OK this sounds serious go ahead tell me what’s on your mind”, Damien replies, I take a deep breath and let it all out.
“The baby I miscarried wasn’t yours, and it wasn’t a miscarriage it was an abortion” I said in a rush. “What!”, he exclaimed, “your lying you couldn’t do some shit like that”, he said in denial. “Baby I love you and I know deep down you love me too, you just needed a little push”, I said. A little push? It was more a shove but hey somebody had to do it.
Damien face was transparent he was in shock. “No, I married you because of the baby I thought was mine -- I only wanted to do the right thing”, he said. "And you did what I knew you would, it was the only way to get you to marry me quickly”, I said, “I know you want to be a better father than you had", I said. "How? Could you do this? who helped you?”, “do you know how many lives you messed up?, "do you even care"? he asked. He wanted the complete ugly truth.
“My aunt Patrice helped me. When planned everything. She paid for everything” I said. I had begun my tale of the ugly truth as I saw it. A lot of planning and researching went into this; I was very through. “I had sex with your cousin John”, -- I drugged and raped him, I stammered. I paused to let him absorb what I was telling him. “I waited until I ovulated; 9 weeks later Dr. Patrick confirmed that I was pregnant” , I said. Damien’s eyes had glazed over and narrowed, but, I pressed on anyway.
I was determined to get this out. “I never intended to keep the baby which is why I wanted to get marry as soon as we got the license. A week later I had an abortion”, I said. “When the cramps and bleeding started you took me to the hospital. The doctor who did the abortion was on call-- waiting for us to show up”, I said, “he was paid eight stacks to tell us it was a miscarriage”, I said. “For a price you can have whatever you want”, I added as an afterthought.
Damien was speechless and furious. “Damien, you left me no choice I couldn’t lose you”, I said after a few minutes of silence. "Well you know what this means”, Damien said. “I’m off the hook”, he said, “adultery!”, he exclaimed. “No, baby you’re not free I cheated on you before we got married, not after besides it’ll cost more money than you have to divorce me”, I said, “You should have listened to Mackenzie”. His comment pissed me off so I decided to rile him up just for the hell of it. Damien stares at me in silence. He was sawty. Serves him right.
He looked ready to kill me. It was at this moment I start to laugh; I’m laughing so hard I don’t see him move. He throws a punch, but, he missed my face by an inch. His fist goes right through the drywall. Seeing that got me so wet and horny. I’m ready for my pounding that I know is coming. “Now who’s the dummy Damien”, I taunted. “If you ever get it in your head to hit me I will call the police”, “so just remember that", I said. "How could you do this to me?” he asked, “you have completely ruined my life”, he said. “You don’t love me Lucy, this is not love”, he said. "I told you the man who I gave myself to would be my husband, so now you are”, I said. "You did this to yourself Damien", I said. He looked and sounded defeated and that is good because that means he is close to breaking. Which also means victory for me.
Damien was struggling to keep his anger in check. But I wanted him pissed off. So I said “I’ll let you finish your shower alone”. “Hurry up though I’m in the mood for my dick, daddy”, I said in a low seductive voice.
I left the bathroom humming “You belong to me”.