MOMMY...

HELEN

‘What the hell is going on, and who is this bitch?’ I asked, even though I knew too damn well from what they were doing when I walked in that she was one of his bitches.

‘The hell, don’t you dare call me a bitch’ the lady screamed back at me and adjusted her skimpy gown, which didn’t do much in covering all the mass of fat on her ass.

So this is what he wants now? Curvy women?

‘Tyler you didn’t even give me five minutes before inviting someone else into the house? Our kids are upstairs for gods-sake, did you even think about that?’

I asked him, even when I knew that he didn’t give a fuck about the kids or whatever they saw. He was no longer the man they used to know anyway, and he wasn’t even try to be there for them anymore.

‘Enough of this bullshit, I am out of here’ the lady he had brought in who still seemed to be in her early twenties.

What in heaven’s name did they even see in him anyway? The last time I checked, he was as broke as a little boy still depending on his drug addicted mother to pay his bills, and Tyler’s case, I am that mother - without the drug addiction.

‘Well you better bitch, that is my fucking husband, and he has two kids as well, and this is ou-’ I didn’t even get to complete my statement before a deafening blow to the side of my face, erased every last bit of vocabulary in my brain.

‘That is my guest Helen, and you better hope she comes back to me’ he spat into my face and I heard his footsteps retreat quickly to the door.

He was going after her.

He was choosing her over me, and I could not take it any longer.

It hurt too bad to watch him treat me the way he did and still walk away.

I am his wife for crying out loud.

I ignored my spinning head and went after him.

What did he think I was going to do? It back like a puppy and watch him bring in anther woman into our own house?

It was already enough that I had to deal with his cheating ass staying out with different women, but right under the roof where our kids still laid asleep upstairs? Hell no!

‘Where the fuck do you think you are going, you son of a bitch’ I screamed as I pulled at his shirt. He staggered back a few steps and regained his step quickly.

When he looked at me, I no longer saw the eyes of the man I once loved - and still did - his eyes brimmed with annoyance and pure unbridled anger.

If his expression was not enough evidence of what he felt, then the blows that followed were the perfect confirmation of what I feared would come next.

‘Mommy’ the sound came from such a distance that I wondered if I was merely just imagining it, or if it were real.

I tried to shield my face from the blows, but that seemed to be where he wanted it to all land as he kept pulling my hands away to release endless blows on my face.

‘Mommy’ the sound came again, and I didn’t need to hear more to be convinced that it was my son. Our son.

I tried to stop Tyler, to at least make him acknowledge the presence of our kids just upstairs, looking down at their father beat up their mom. But he didn’t seem to understand, didn’t seem to care.

‘You know what?’ he stopped beating me and I felt sharp pain sizzle through my body lie electricity, in that short moment, I totally forgot about my kids who were still looking down at their parents and cring their eyes out.

‘I spent a lot of money on that lady, and I was about to get my money’s worth until-’

‘She’s no damn lady Tyler, she’s a hoe, a fucking hoe and this is my fucking house’ I fired back, angry that he would even dare call her a lady, in front of me. What the hell had come over him? Didn’t I mean anything at all to him? I recoiled as the pain intensified in my head, shooting sharp stars of unreserved pain.

‘Yeah, that’s right, and guess who is going to pay me back all that I have just lost?’

I looked at him to make sure I hadn’t heard him right, to make sure he wasn’t about to do what I was thinking, but in a sharp second, his fingers grazed through my hair and clutched tightly at it until I could almost feel my scalp pulling away from my skull.

I moved in the direction his hand pulled me in a bid to lessen the pain on my scalp.

‘Tyler please don’t do this, please, our kids are watching us right now, you can’t do this’ He slammed my face unto the side table and I heard him chuckle maniacally when I winced in pain.

‘Maybe they can watch how we made them in the first place,’ he said aloud and then raised his voice to ask the kids ‘ain’t that right kids?’ but they replied with more tears and screaming.

‘You are drunk and high, please, you will regret this’ I said and tried to get away from him, but he pulled my head back and I felt the hardness of his cock still in his pants pressing unto my ass from behind.

‘Shut the fuck up bitch, you should have thought about all that before kicking my woman out, you only had one thing to do, to go get me dinner’

‘I am sorry, I swear I am, just plaease’

But at that point I was talking to myself. His hands were already on my dress, pulling my gown above my waist until I could feel the soft breeze that kissed my exposed ass.

I couldn’t bring myself to look up the stairs, I didn’t even dare.

Shame and pain pierced my heart in ways I never knew that it could.

Before I could recover from the humiliation and the pain from his blows and the one that threatened to tear my heart to shreds, I felt his dick roughly plunge into the dry dessert between my legs.

A hateful cry escaped the tight clutches of my teeth as he pulled roughly at my hair while burying himself deeper and deeper inside of me.

I never knew I could hate someone so bad until that moment. That short moment when I opened my eyes and watched my babies standing at the end of the stairs and looking down as their father molested their mother right under their nostrils.

I shut my eyes immediately and like a robot, my tears seized immediately and a new mass of energy flowed into my body and seized my boned.

I would rather let him kill me this time than just sit back like always and watch him ruin my kids lives forever.

I turned around with a force that cut him unawares and with his prick still buried inside me, that he let out a growl like a wounded animal.

‘What the fuck! Fuck you’ he screamed as he fell back a few steps and rushed back at me once he had regained his balance.

My head still ached me and the pin in my body was still immense, but I swiftly dodged the blow that was descending on me.

I got up and ran towards the kitchen,

There was only one person I could call who could save me at that moment.

But turning back towards the sound of hurrying feet, I wondered if I will even have enough time to make the call.