Authors Notes: This story does not condone or justify violence against women or any form of gender based violence. If that kind of subject matter is offensive to you, do not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
Monique (Monay) Williams
I laid on the bed and got on a video call with my best friend, Rihanna. It was our traditional way of catching up, especially if both our husbands were away. On that night, Thomas was working the night shift. He didn't always work that shift, but he had to so that weekends were free. I had my wine and nightgown on, with the only other piece of clothing being my lilac panties.
Rihanna answered quickly, her smile put an immediate smile on my face. We shared some inside jokes, and talked about their recent activities. Nothing too crazy, as the mothers of our own respective families. Life had devolved to discussing new cooking recipes and bargain buys at the nearby stores.
Rihanna finally asked about the issue pressing on my mind. It was the reason I called and it made my head drop, and siphoned all my energy.
"Oh, I know that look. What's wrong Monay?"
The topic was about my daughter
"I don't know what to do, Riri. It seems impossible to deal with her. I mean at times it actually stresses me out," I sighed.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. I think all she needs is just some time. All teens are the same, my boy barely listens to me. It drives me up the wall too, but I know he'll mature and get over it."
"I thought the same thing Riri but she's getting out of control. Just today, she called me a bitch and when I tried to discipline her, she screamed and said I was being abusive. She takes advantage of my kindness and weakness to undermine me. Uses some slurs as well, I never thought my own daughter would say these things to me. On top of all that, she's never on time for curfew and lies all the time about where she's been."
Throughout that entire monologue, Rihanna listened intently. She took it all in, and I saw by her expressions that she was surprised how bad it really was. She didn't have a clue those things were happening to me.
"Wesley's bad but he's not that level of bad. He at least does well in school and comes back home on time. I don't know how to help you Monay. How did it get this bad? Did you ask Tom to help?" she asked.
"Tom is such a nice guy, a sweet guy. I married him because of that, he doesn't have in him to be that type of person. I feel he doesn't want to seem abusive to my daughter, because he knows I'll always protect her even if it means our marriage," I told her. Embracing the idea of choosing a monster over my loving husband.
"You don't know that Monay, maybe there is a hidden side of him. One that takes over when things go bad, like in those romance books. I think you should ask for his help, perhaps have some of his input. He is her father, step-father but still her father."
"Really? Thomas wouldn't hurt to fly, much less discipline my daughter." Monique rejected.
"Well, something needs to happen and if it's not gonna be you, then it has to at least be him. After all, this is what he's good at, breaking walls and saving people." Rihanna teased.
"I don't know Riri, I'll ask him to talk to her. Maybe he'll get through and I can be a bit less worried."
"And maybe you get something-something as a reward," Rihanna said, flashing her eyelashes at me.
"You dirty slut, my love life is not for your fantasies. I'll need you to keep your imagination under control," I said, pretending to be frustrated at the innuendo yet inwardly happy my husband was such a stud.
"There's nothing you can do to me Monay, so get used to it. Thomas is a sexy man and I like thinking about him. Those big muscles, and that strong jaw. Oh... and that long luscious blonde hair. Yes Mr sexy fireman, there is a fire between my legs. You need to pump your big, massive water pipe into me to get it."
I laughed, getting a vivid image of my husband fucking my best friend. Something that normally would make a woman mad, yet the idea was oddly exciting. "You told me that you were a black man's kind of girl, you did marry one after all?" I reminded her.
"Well, your man changed my mind just a little bit. And if this one here fumbles, I will be coming to share yours," she announced.
"That's it! No more wine for you," I laughed while taking a swig of mine, "But thank you for making me feel better," I said with a smile.
"Anytime Monay, have a goodnight."
***
We ended there and I tried to sleep off my woes. The next day would end up being just as frustrating as the last, when it came to my daughter's attitude. The night before, I'd explained all that had been going on to Rihanna. She'd been my best friend since high school.
She's the person I called at my lowest, especially during the years when I raised Tamara alone. We had a deep bond and that's what helped me get through some of the worst days of my life. She'd even baby sat Tamara during nights I had to work on my college assignments. She'd done so much, and I owed a lot to her.
In those last few days, my daughter had developed a mean streak. I didn't know if that's what came with turning eighteen. However, it had really shot up in those past couple of months. She'd found ways to simply be the worst human being possible. That morning after I woke up, I went to wake her up for school only to get a very rude insult hurled my way.
She liked sleeping naked, and on top of the covers. It was quite jarring really, and she slept like a log that only violent shakes got her up. These almost always startled her and she often took it out on me. That one must have been particularly frustrating as I could tell by her hard nipples that she'd been having a steamy dream. I even thought I heard her whisper my husband's name, but I shook my head and shook her.
Her eyes snapped open and immediately she scowled at me
"What the fuck is your fucking problem Mom, can you not see I'm sleeping?" she yelled.
"Tamara, I am your mother and you need to wake up for school," I declared.
"Whatever!" She said, after rolling her eyes at me
.
"Your behavior is unacceptable. You need to respect your parents Tamara," I scolded her.
"Mom, I'm up! Is that not enough for you?" She said before marching out of the bedroom to the shower. She didn't even put on any clothes. She'd taken to sleeping naked so I had to watch her pert brown ass sway from side to side as she left the room.
"Don't take too long in the shower, and I know today is report day. Don't forget to bring it home!" I shouted.
