Chapter Two
"Good gracious!" Rosie says joyfully. "Is it because the monster hit you or you're carrying his ch-?"
"It's not his." I speak with sad demeanor. She had asked me that due my sad expression.
A can see a shock visible on her face. Silence follows before she sspits out, "What do you mean?"
"It's not his."
"Oh. It is his."
I interwine my fingers out of anxiety as I am seated on the bed. "It's not his,"
"It's his." Rosie keeps insisting, annoying me.
"It's n-"
"It- is - his."
My eyes then splits as I understand what she means. Rosie has been a cunning girl. She may dress so stunningly, giving out rich vibes but the source of her income is so questionable. She gave up on being a good girl a long time ago.
Rosie is the one that introduced me to this business. A business my husband can never know of.
I plan to divorce him and start my real dream business once more as soon as I stand firm on my ground. I just need time.
"So whose?" Her voice reduces this time around.
"Don't think I remember his name, but the man… um- Renolds from my September show. That man."
"Oh!" Rosie silently exclaims with a worried look. She kneels down in front of me and touches my stomach. "You're gonna be alright, okay?" She then touches my face. "He hit you again, didn't he?"
I nod then produce a silent, "Yes."
Rosie stares at me then forces a smile. "You are gonna tell him it's his and that's all."
"If a slam on the face could cause it."
"What?" A stunned Rosie excalims. "You don't have sex with your husband."
I go on to explain, "It's been a long time, you see he's a monster at least not in that manner. He asks before he does and as you can see we aren't good terms. There's no way he'll believe it's his." I run my fingers through my hair out of frustration, having a voice echoe in my head that I'm dead.
Rosie smiles at me again. I then slowly get her message. She is still knelt in my front. Her fingers fondle my palm and she breathed out quietly, "Tonight."
"No," I say, simultaneously standing up. I cannot allow myself to hear not think what she has in mind.
"Victoria,"
"No!" I worriedly look at her expressing my sadness. I bite my lips as I am in a nervous state.
Rosie stands up, having her clacking heels walk to me. "You are the special one. You sure got the magic."
I offer a depressed expression. "I can't. I hate him. He's a monster. He.. he hits me." I start crying.
"Oh dear," Rosie wraps me in her arms from behind. "Oh dear," My crying continues.
*~‡~*
It is settled. I have to sleep with Jeff before he travels for one of those business trips I am so grateful for. Tonight, I will; correction, I must bed the monster. The Lucifer of a husband who seems okay with abstenence as long as I remain his toy.
I am glad my stomach isn't petruding.
I sit on our bed in the room I and Jeffery share. He has just concluded bathing and is dressing his night robe.
I made my hair specially curly for the night. My nice fragrance always intact. For some reason, Jeff has been angry at me. For some reason he seems to snub me more than before. I gulp as I need him to ask for intimacy.. or perhaps I'll take it by force.
His belongings are already packed and I can tell he wants to travel.
"I will be leaving for a business journey. Don't miss me too much," As foretold, he says now knotting his robe.
My heart skips lightly but painfully. If I don't spend the night with my husband, Jeff, I'm dead because currently I am a nobody. He contributed to boosting my status and if we divorce like this; that status and career is over.
"J-Jeff," I call the man but he has already flopped on the bed tiredly not sparing me a look. "Jeff!" I silently call out, while shaking his leg but he is long gone to dream Land.
I cannot afford to abort my baby only to save an already-wrecked marriage.
I breathe cause this is harder than I think. My mind his angry but body rejoicing joyfully. Jeffery always overworks himself to maintain his reputation.
His light snoring begins and I am absolutely certain he's a goner. I hit my back against the bed with head on my soft pillow facing up.
*~‡~*
My husband is buttoning his brown suit about to have breakfast when I approach.
I smile, saying, "Good morning."
A stiff reply is given.
"Jeff.. I"
He stands up for a reason unknown. "Martha! I'm off now, take care of the house!" He tells our maid, carrying his suitcase and it is like he is purposefully doing this to hurt my spine.
"Jeffery! Please wait," I grin in my heart as he does so.
I go to him then hold his hand. His instrument of destruction. I make sure it's soflty held.
"I love you Jeff," I say to my husband then see a surprised expression on his face. The moment I think he wants to react reciprocally, he pushes away from him with his hand.
"You love me?!" Jeff asks thunderously. "Yet you have the time and guts to sleep with other men!" He grabs my hair and hits my hair to a wall. I had just recovered from the pushing, standing from the ground, now he beats me up and I cry carelessly high.
My life is over.
"It's not true, Jeff. They wanna get to us that's why." I implore him to believe it's false.
He is still beating me when I notice a sound from the door. He doesn't stop this harsh action. Our maid, Martha, has already opened the door and who behind it gives me the shock of my life.
There is a gentleman behind the door and he happens to be the same Superhero from three months ago, clad in a business suit.