Point of View.

There. For the hundredth time, I hear them quarrel like husband and wife. I could hardly recall when the last time we fought. My husband doesn’t talk to me or look at me the same way anymore. I don’t try anything either.

 Mm. But, I still love my millionaire husband.

               I knew my husband and his daughter had begun doing sexual experimentation, kissing and touching one another in bed at night. For some reason when I asked him about them, his face turned very red and he got real nervous, which is something he almost never does.

Well, I just know that we’re over now.

Monica. Ugh, I hate that name. Why did I even agree to Bill when he wanted to name her after his mistress. Well now, she doesn’t only own her name, she also resembles that dead bitch. His pregnant mistress died in a hit-and-run accident. I nailed that at first attempt, you have no clue. Pfft.

You see… 'I'm not a bad person, I just fell in love, I couldn't help it.'

But times have changed.

Monica had kept her secret of sexual abuse by her minister father for a very long time…well at least until her teenage years. He’s 'sudden passion' for her must be the resemblance. Yet, the telling of her story, while painful, has been powerfully healing for me. I’ve got used to this.

               To be honest, it’s awkward. He feels the need to treat her like his lover, but if she did bad at school, he blows up and goes strictly father on her. Then that same night he wants to have sex with her.

               What?! Yeah..., I know.

               She lets him, and then he kisses her back and they end up making out and getting down for a good few hours before he returns to my room. This type of nightly ritual has been going on for some time... since puberty hit her and she is now full of lust.

She vowed to keep this their little secret. A year had passed. I didn’t have to catch them in the act, but I constantly find them looking at each other a little too long and laughing at inside jokes. They act like lovers.

I hardly sleep at all some nights, reliving the scenes over and over. It has become almost a dream sequence in my mind.

What did she do to seduce this old man?

Hmm, a girl like her can make any man happy. I cannot deny that she has some sort of power over me at this point.

            “Our baby!” I snap out of my thoughts when I heard his loud voice piercing through the kitchen.

“What? Our baby?? What in the world did I just hear?!”

I rush to the living room and feel the tension in the atmosphere. Both looking pale and stunt.

“What happened?!” I asked.

Bill hesitates and murmurs.

               I could tell then he is hiding something from me.

“Oh... Um... She’s….”.

My eyes automatically heat up in the concluding thoughts that I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear.

“She’s.… pregnant.”

“Damn you!”

All my veins go crazy, it feels like my organs wanted to jump out of my body.

I’m in denial. I replay the moment a hundred times in my head.

“You’re married!” I remind him, not particularly pleased about remembering this detail myself.

“How could you possibly let this happen?! Aren’t you ashamed? Both of you disgust me!”

The anger aggravates in me when Bill refuses to respond.

“Oh, shut up Jen,” he says.

What is he even thinking? Honestly, I have no clue what is going on. Bill and Monica keep on arguing as if I’m not there.

He says Abort, she says No.

Another Monica now? I cannot let this happen. Something must be done.

Deep down, I want the baby gone. Worse, I want her gone.

All I see is another murder plan.

Suddenly, Monica screeches at the top of her voice, “I’m going to tell the whole world that you raped me!”

Bill becomes furious, he slaps her hard. Monica turns crimson red. She is sure in massive pain, all she could do is cry… but all along I’m feeling better and better. But not yet…

            “Get out of the house,” he yells.

That brat stupidly dashes out of the house, sobbing. Bill runs after her just when I hear a loud bang and a thundering crush of metal.

               I'm not sure if this is a dream come true or a nightmare.