The eight month mark. At this point he did whatever he wanted and I let him, we even laughed and shared jokes even picking names out for our baby boy. I even had thoughts so random "Maybe Lacey's Suicide was for the best".
The monsters had been silent and Lane had given me more freedom to go outside or spend time in the house alone, which I was now doing. I had even started longing for his touch when he was gone.
I walked around the house prancing around in shorts that couldn't fit around my belly. Lane was much calmer when mentioning the baby. I patiently waited for when he got home so we could finish completing the nursery.
I was caught off guard when I saw a car outside, it wasn't Lane's. Shorty after a man came out of the car and marched to the door. The door bell chimed and out of curiosity I answered the door.
"Hello?", I spoke with confusion.
"Oh Darling! You look astonishing."
I raised my brow in confusion.
The man immediately grabbed my face "I really wanted to be the one who impregnated you but... my son simply doesn't listen to his Father."
Before I could respond he pushed me gently into the house and closed the door all while planting his lips on my face.
Lane's Father had a look in his eyes that absolutely terrified me, like a animal luring in his prey.
I tripped and fell onto the floor as he pushed me, he immediately started to take off his clothes as we both locked eyes. His father looked young for his age due to many plastic procedures that Lacey hated. That thought randomly occurred to me, I couldn't put two and two together until he kneeled onto the floor.
"It won't be that bad darling, just come towards me and we can do this easily".
He took off his shirt.
"If not...", he continued.
"I wouldn't understand since we took you in when your father died wasn't I not a good Father to you? I let you date my daughter for a brief time, but she knew you were mine, even Lane knew you were mine... and my wife well she knows you're mine".
I backed away from him slowly.
The weird phone calls? Lane's weird thinking, the incest, Lacey's death. Was it all my fault, did he want me so bad that he caused this whole butterfly effect?
I couldn't think. Could I trick him? Should I trick him? Could I escape or is this it?
Next was his belt, it was the last thing he was taking off.
"You have a decision to make doll".
I hesitantly unbuttoned my shirt, my hands shaking a little.
Lane's father looked pleased "You were always as obedient as I remembered, but level headed, I love you".
He pulled down his pants "Come towards me and get on your knees darling".
My heart couldn't stop racing. I stood up slowly while making eye contact, my feet shaking. After a few steps I took a hyperventilating breath and ran to the kitchen to grab the phone. He laughed manically, his voice echoed throughout the house "Playing little tricks, aren't ya' that isn't going to help you doll, it makes this more fun!"
I immediately redialed Lane's number, it kept ringing and ringing, I grabbed the phone and ran finally "hello?"
"Help! Your father is..."
I heard a long beep, the ringer had disconnected.
I tried to find why but then suddenly his father tackled me onto the ground.
I felt the worst pain on my stomach and groaned.
"Wow, Wow clever girl, times up".
I felt more pain, the pain I felt when I lost my virginity to Lane. My natural reaction was the worst one, a painful yell.
"Atta girl", he panted.
My hands gripped the floor as I tried to block out the sensations, he wouldn't stop kissing me, I again thought of this as my punishment for loving Lane and abandoning Lacey.
I heard the door creak, there was a brief pause but his father thought it was the settling of the house. He continued ravishing me, until I heard Lane "Get off her!", he yelled at the top of his lungs. He pulled me away from him then turned back to chase after him. Lane managed to tackle him on the floor then punched his fists into his forehead. "How dare you fuck my pregnant wife, you motherfucker! I'll beat the fuck out of you!"
He beat his father to a bloody pulp until he was no longer breathing.
He looked at me still on the floor naked " I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.... it's my fault", he cried in front of me. He picked me up and held me, I never felt so loved before then, this was the first time he held me and apologized. I immediately started to cry after reality kicked in. "I'm so sorry for everything I've done, I shouldn't have left you alone with no security, it won't happen again, I promise."
We started off from the beginning, he washed me in the bathtub to clean whatever his father left, but in his bloodstained clothes.