Day 86 – Tummy Rub – Short Story

“Why would you even think that we could sort this out? You leave for who knows where and now, six months later you just turn up and expect everything to be fucking normal, to think you can just walk in and everything will be like it was, well shit stain, it’s not!” she yells as she throws the mug at him, he quickly ducks and holds his hands up in the air as she grabs another mug from the sink and prepares to throw it.

“I can explain, really I can, but not while you’re throwing shit at me,” he says quickly, she hesitates as she thinks over his words and then throws the mug anyway, and it hits him squarely on the side of the head, knocking him to the ground, she holds her hand to her mouth in shock and slowly makes her way to his side.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” she asks as she kneels down beside him, and suddenly feels nauseous at the sight of the blood rushing from the wound. “Oh god Jerry, that looks deep, can you….” And she throws up over him, “oh god, I’m so sorry,” she says as she slowly forces herself to her feet, as Jerry does the same, steadying himself on the table, he looks down over his shirt and then at Caroline and he begins to laugh, she stares at him confused for a moment before she too is laughing uncontrollably.

“Get your shirt off and I’ll throw it in the wash, I’m so sorry, as you can see from my condition, I’m a bit hormonal,” she says as she rubs her tummy.

“You don’t need to be, it’s me who’s sorry, can I please explain?” he says as he pulls his shirt slowly off.

“Do you really think any explanation will make what you did sound alright?”

“Isn’t it work a try?”

“If it was worth anything you would have contacted me earlier than this, considering I’m carrying your fucking child!”

“Trust me, once I tell you what happened you’ll understand why I couldn’t,” he says as she hands him a cloth, which he presses against the cut on his head.

“Well, stop dicking around then and tell me this huge bullshit story that will somehow vindicate why two hours after I told you I was pregnant with your child you vanished into thin air for six months?”

He sits down at the table and runs a hand through his hair and looks over at her, “When you told me we were going to have a baby I was over the moon, I felt amazing and I knew that I had to set things right with my old man, you know, get him on board with all this. So I drove up to the old homestead out in the middle of nowhere, and we had a chat about everything that was going to happen over the next nine months and that’s when he suggested he should come stay with us for a few weeks, he thought maybe it would be good for everyone. So while he sorted out the animals and packed his shit, I headed back home to set it all up, along the way I got a flat tire and the car swerved off the road and into a ditch, my phone was busted in the crash so I had no way of contacting anyone, but lucky for me about five minutes later an old timer and his two sons came driving past, they helped pull the car out of the ditch and took me back to their place where they had a phone.” He says as he shuffles his feet on the floor and pulls the cloth away from his forehead, the bleeding now stopped.

“And?” she says, standing there with crossed arms.

He looks back at her and bites his bottom lip, “They didn’t have a phone as it turns out and they weren’t really interested in helping me, it turned out they’d booby trapped the road with spikes and had been abducting people along the road for the last fifty odd years, anyway, as you can imagine I was petrified and scared for my life, that’s when I was introduced to his six daughters and told that I needed to make love to each of them three times a day or they would kill me, I didn’t want to, but I knew if I was to get back to you and our unborn baby I would have to do whatever it took, so I did, for four months, everyday, I made love to his six daughters three times a day, sometimes four, slowly plotting my way out, and finally four days ago I did. I managed to escape the cupboard they kept me chained up in when I wasn’t making love his daughters, I stole one of the hundreds of cars that they had littering their backyard and I drove all the way to the police station, where they detained me for questioning since then, and only today allowed me to leave the station. I didn’t call because I knew you wouldn’t believe me over the phone, I had to do it in person,” he says as a tear runs down his face.

“Oh my god Jerry, you poor thing, I feel so ashamed of myself for thinking you had run out, I should have known something had happened, can you ever forgive me?” she says as she grabs his hand tightly and squeezes it.

“Of course I can my love, you weren’t to know, none of us were, I’m just so glad I made it back to be with you and our child, where I belong.”

“Can I ask you the only question I have?”

“You can ask me anything honey, I’m an open book.”

“What happened to your father?”

“Sorry?”

END

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