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.
What annoyed me was that her nasty behavior didn't match the beauty of her body. My daughter by all accounts was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I boasted about it as much as I could with the rest of my family. Very few could argue because they knew it was true, she had taken my best features accompanied by the fairer lighter skin of her father. Her birth father, not Tom.
I was slightly taller than her, (5'7 to her 5'6) however, her hips were curvier, her breasts were larger, her ass was rounder and her legs were just so well toned. She had black hair which grew longer than mine, naturally and she curled it into a cute little short dark brown weave.
I was smitten over her given I had more naturally dark brown skin and a slender figure. I was in my late 30s, I was out of her league and I found it hard to imagine that I could land my hunky husband. Lots of single women my age are more beautiful. On top of that, they don't have a monster for a daughter.
I walked up to Tamara's wall-sized mirror, and looked at myself. Early signs of wrinkles had started to show, yet I did manage to keep my body the same size as before I had her. I guess I could have been proud of that, and I did have some long sexy legs to contend with. I smiled and went to the kitchen. Thinking about what to say to Tamara before she left for school. Something to bury the hatchet.
I waited and waited, then realised something. She was doing what she always did in the mornings, spending way too long in the shower. I almost always had to wait for her to finish while I made her breakfast. It was even more annoying given the fact that all the hot water would be used up. It was typical of her to not think about anyone else but herself.
I wanted to know when she became so mean, I wanted to know why she became so awful. Once she finished, she took her time doing her makeup and dressing up. When she came downstairs, she grabbed her breakfast and lunch and left without saying a word.
I didn't even get time to say anything to her. She just grabbed everything and left. I sighed deeply, and enjoyed the peace that came with her departure. She would immediately return and toss the vegetables from my breakfast at me.
"I told you I don't like raw onions, agh!" She screamed, then slammed the door.
"Tamara Lin!" I yelled.
She didn't even answer me, she just left. I walked out the door to catch up with her but she was out of sight. Trying to rush to get to the bus. I didn't have the energy to chase her down and discipline her. I didn't have the will power to discipline her at all.
All I could do was go back inside and get ready for work. Tom had come home, and gone back to work before I even saw him.
He left a note on the side of the bed. I only noticed it after my shower.
"Sorry I didn't get to see you. I didn't want to wake you and work has me really busy. Love you, Tom."
I'd gotten used to the weird hours Tom worked. He was a firefighter and we met through mutual friends. His sister, Nina set me up on a blind date with him. She insisted we'd hit it off and she was right on the money. His calm demeanor and kind nature immediately meant I trusted him. He isn't the father of my child yet he willingly took in a single mom without a job.
I ended up getting a job as a paralegal thanks to Nina and his help. I married him because he was different from Tamara's father, Leroy. He refused to take any interest in her, he basically treated her like a stranger. We dated for a couple of months before the start of my freshman year at college.
He had always refused to admit that Tamara was his child. He continued to do so for years.
I'd given up on him a long time ago, and I thought I'd given up on love until I met Thomas. The only thing we struggled with was finding time to spend together. We often had to search for free spots in our schedule, one big reason for that was the fear of having to leave Tamara alone. Last time we went on a date night, she pawned our TV so that she could buy concert tickets. From then on, night dates are off the table and the best we could do was a coffee date during each of our lunch breaks.
Marrying a firefighter had its drawbacks, but I was proud to be the wife of one. It made me all the more insecure, given we'd been trying for a kid and had no luck. I made him wait until I had a stable career, but suddenly I felt that I had made him miss an opportunity of a lifetime. To start his own family.
Whenever we had time, I made sure to dress in any one of my sexy lingerie. Especially on the days when conception chance was at its highest. That day was one of them and I wanted to make sure he would get to pound me as hard as he needed to get that baby juice inside me.
