In The Dead of Night Book 1 & 2

Book Two Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

I took the gun and smacked her across the face with it, splitting her lip, watching the blood trickle down her cheek as she screamed then crying.

"Stop crying Stacey, don't you know anything good? God crying is bad for the baby, we wouldn’t want anything to happen to that baby and you know I have been thinking, how far along are you? Cause its possible this little bastard isn’t mine, after all you and Tyler were not exactly virgins were you, you were so quick to call Kimberly my little slut but guess what Stacey? Kimberly was a virgin unlike you, just how many guy have you had between those legs?”

Crying Stacey said, "Just you and Tyler willing, I swear Steven the baby is yours, please calm down. I would be showing more if Tyler had been the father and I had my period when you had me chained up for a while, that was after I had slept with Tyler, I swear to god Steven you’re the daddy; please Steven calm down before the baby gets hurt."

"Don’t lie to me bitch, I took care of you and I do not recall you ever bleeding from that area the entire time I took care of you. I never got you feminine products and your jeans were never blood stained in that area, why the hell are you lying to me Stacey? Admit it, this baby could very well be his."

"No Steven, it’s not possible, the baby is yours."

I slapped Stacey across the face, "Stop fucking lying to me you bitch, if you do not stop lying I will kill you both right here on the side of the road. I just want the fucking truth, you swore to never lie to me."

 "Steven I swear on mine and our unborn babies life, this child is yours, it’s not Tyler’s."

"I swear to god Stacey, when that child is born I will have a DNA test done. If it’s not mine I will kill it as soon as we leave the hospital, then I will torture you to death in ways inconceivable to the average human mind. I will not show you mercy, I will not stop till your body can’t take any more and you just die, until then you’re safe but this horse shit you just pulled on me with Kimberly and then pointing that gun on me all night, trying to take control cost you your freedom."

I reached back and grabbed the bottle of chloroform and dosed a rag, covering Stacey's face as she cried for me not to till she was out, then I tied her up and transferred her to the back seat.  I then dug through the back and found some clothes and got dressed, sliding back behind the wheel, I started the truck back up and continued driving. What Stacey failed to realize as she was so focused on pointing that gun at my head was that we never left South Dakota, I just kept driving around Sioux Falls taking different interstates and back roads; she is not very bright.

I drove through town and headed back towards Rapid City, it was at the foot of the Black Hills, tons of national forest. I could buy some land and build a brand new, big beautiful cabin with a hidden basement for my work. I still plan to go after evil hicks but I do not have to go clear to Arkansas to find them, I can keep busy trolling for hookers, truckers and wannabe gang bangers around here and South Dakota just feels like my new home.

I still hadn’t got any sleep and was starting to dose off behind the wheel, I decided to pull off in a little town named Kimball for the night and find somewhere to crash. I pulled into the town and found a little motel upon going in, I spoke to the manager and found out I was his only customer in days. I took comfort in the idea of a quiet day and night to get some rest with no interruptions, I paid the man and walked back to the truck and backed it up to our room, checking that no one was looking. I quickly carried Stacey into the room and laid her out on the bed, tying her up then brought in some food and clean clothes, took a long hot shower then got something to eat and crawled into bed with Stacey. I laid there for seemingly ever trying to go to sleep but my mind wouldn’t quit racing, when I started the argument with Stacey I had no doubt the baby was mine, I was just looking for something to scare her over and a reason to hit her a couple times to regain my power over her and take back control assert my authority.

But in doing so I actually started to question what I was saying and it almost made sense, could the baby not be mine? The thought haunted me not knowing if I was a full of shit asshole or if I maybe was onto something here, what if the baby truly did turn out to not be mine? How would I handle that, could I find a way to get past it and raise the child as my own or would I lose my mind so bad that in a fit of rage I really do kill them both? Then the big question hit: Could I live with doing something like that?