Nick opened his left eye, closed it for a few seconds, opened the right one and closed it too. He’d fallen asleep without intending to. The room was dark and he turned ever so lightly so as not to wake his wife. He stretched his arm towards her direction and touched—nothing. She wasn’t there. She must be in her favorite position in the living room, at that damned corner, reading those damned books of hers. The books she was always forcing him to read. Philosophy, inspirational or whatever. He hated them.
He got out of bed quietly, his silk pajamas clinging to him due to the sweat from his body. He tiptoed to the living room and was relieved to find his wife fast asleep, the book she was reading fallen on the floor. He moved further on to the room that was next and tried the door. It wasn’t locked. He opened it as slowly as he could; knowing that even the slightest of noises could wake his wife. The old bitch.
He saw her then, lying on her back, her hair all over the pillow. She was semi nude and her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her light breathing. Her left leg lay straight on the mattress, while her right leg was slightly bent on the knee forming a letter L. She was beautiful. She breasts were just swollen, firm and so innocent. Ohh he loved innocence, it drove him right up the wall. He stared at them breasts, imagining what he could do to them, the imagination almost giving him a blackout. Those, in his hands……he looked at her belly, flat as flat could be.
Nick felt the urge in him rising, the desire taking his mind to places he’d never been before, places he knew he shouldn’t be in the first place. He looked down at his member, big in its biggest glory, and he would have died of shame. The feeling however, was only fleeting. He sat down on the bed and shook her gently.
The girl opened her eyes and at first there was surprise in them, which later turned to worry. Not for once did her big brown eyes portray suspicion. Nick’s observing eyes missed nothing. Stephanie sat up immediately, trying to cover her naked self.
“Dad, is anything wrong, is mum alright? Are you ok?” she was all worry and innocence and nick savored the moment.
“Everything is okay babe. Dad is here to protect you against any danger.” He moved closer to her and without warning, kissing her fully on the mouth. It was just as he’d anticipated, just as he had imagined it would be; she resisted. With as much force as she could master, she pushed him away, or tried to anyway. Because he was too strong for her and she couldn’t escape him no matter how hard she tried to.
“Dad! Why are you doing this? This is so wrong?”
“No its not,” he said hoarsely, his voice disappointing him, as usual.
If it were the other girls he did it with, this was the part where he smacked them hard, to ascertain authority, to let them know who was boss; as if they’d forget anyway, raw power and all. He was a beast. The energy in his body surprised even him at times. But this was Stephanie, his lovely daughter Stephanie. The little girl whose diapers he’d changed, and fed and cleaned. Still, it was the girl he’d wanted ever since she turned twelve, the girl he dreamed of every single time he slept with the other teenagers, some of whom he paid for sex, and others he had picked at the club after lacing their drinks with drugs. Nick was one sick motherfucker, and he knew it.
“I will do it to you as gently as I can,” he whispered inaudibly, stretching her body on the bed fully.
“I am a virgin dad!” she was sobbing pitifully now and the sound alone turned on nick to no ends.
“I know love, I know. That’s why I want to be your first, because I love you. Because daddy loves you.”
“But my husband should be my first,” she wailed loudly, almost on the verge of hysteria and nick put his strong hand over her mouth. He didn’t want the old witch finding him like this, what a scandal that would be!
“You don’t want mummy to hear you, do you? Because she will be angry at you. She will be very angry at you and she will never forgive you. Will you be quiet?” he asked quietly and she nodded, frightened in every bone of her body. He removed his hand from her mouth and started caressing her.
She was just as he had envisioned she would be. Soft and ohhh, so soft. He had wanted to be gentle with her, gentle with his daughter, but now, with her young nipple in his mouth he couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t help himself. The rage washed over his body. Rage combined with love for his daughter and hate for his father; the father who defiled him repeatedly. The bile rose in his chest, the desire threatening to weaken his limbs. It was a dangerous combination of feelings for any human being.
He tore at her panties and pushed himself on her. The look on his eyes frightened Stephanie and she closed her own to avoid looking at him. Her whole body was trembling now and she dared not open her mouth to shout.
He was like a crazed bull now, the veins in his forehead bulging. He parted her legs roughly and in the next few seconds Stephanie didn’t know what was happening to her. The pain was unbearable. It was all she could do not to scream, but she let the tears flow freely.
She didn’t know for how long this went on, though to her it was like a century but all of a sudden she sensed a third party in the room. She opened her eyes slightly and was shocked to see her mother standing there, with the kitchen knife in her hand. Before Stephanie could say anything, Mrs. Houston was on her husband.
Stephanie had never seen her mother this angry.
Mrs. Houston stabbed at her husband’s body and stabbed…….and stabbed. She stabbed until all energy was drained from her body. And yet she continued stabbing him. She didn’t stop until nick’s body went limb. She stood back and stared at the work of her hands. It was a messy affair. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the bed, on her body. Stephanie body was soaked.
“Mum…,” Stephanie begun, sobbing silently.
Her mother said nothing, sobbing with her as she dropped the knife and went to hold her baby. They rocked in each other’s arms not yet absorbing fully the magnitude of what had just happened.
“Everything will be okay baby. Everything will be fine.” Mrs. Houston said over and over again. “I will take care of things.”