Madeline

19. That night

19. That night

Marc
"Who sent you here?" She looked at me in confusion. "Women usually want one of two things from me. Some even want both. Which is it, money or sex? Perhaps you're one of them who want both."

"I don't want either."

Did she think she was better than me? Did she think I was gum on the bottom of her shoe to be scraped off? I grabbed her and shook her.

"Why are you here?"

"I already told you. My concern is for the child."

I dragged her out of the nursery and to my room.

"I can make you tell me."

"How are you going to do that? You're drunk. You can barely see straight let alone think straight."

"I'm not drunk."

"Keep telling yourself that."

I advanced on her.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your worst nightmare."

She kissed me and pulled me down on top of her, ripping her dress in the process. All thoughts fled from my brain. It happened so quickly I could barely understand what was real and what wasn't, in my alcohol induced brain. It was when she stiffened beneath me briefly I realized something wasn't right with this situation.

"You're a virgin," I said in horror.

"What does it matter now?" She pulled my head down again and demanded another kiss from me. I forgot about it and started to move and soon we started to enjoy ourselves. It was so good, or perhaps I was really drunk because I don't remember much after that.

I came back to consciousness because of crying and screaming. I took in the scene around me; the woman in my bed and the sheets stained with blood, and knew immediately that I did something terrible. Everything pointed to me being the bastard. How did this happen?

I stumbled out of the bed, grabbed up my clothes quickly and left the room. I didn't want to be faced with the evidence of what I'd done.

I drank hard liquor for the better part of an hour before my sister and her fiancé showed up. I didn't know what the woman told her, but it was enough to have her almost attack me. I couldn't help thinking over and over in my head that I'd fücked up big time. If this ever got out it would be the end of me.

My sister disappeared into the room and I drank some more. I respected the fact that Niko didn't say anything.

Eventually I got tired of waiting and ventured towards the door of my bedroom. I got there in time to hear Kaitlyn tell her that she needed to get checked out. I responded more out of reflex than conscious thought. "I'm clean," I said. Kaitlyn went off on me again and basically demanded I leave their presence. I shrugged and walked away. She eventually came out by herself glaring at me.

"How could you do something like this? You must have known she wasn't here to get your favor. You've seen her with me plenty of times. What in the world possessed you to do something so callous?"

So it was true then. I'd done the unthinkable.

"Is she okay?"

"What do you think? What are you going to do to fix this?"

I poured more brandy. I needed it to help me think. She went off again and Niko had to detain her this time.

"I want to go home." Her small voice came from the entrance of the room we were in. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. What could any of us say in this situation? Nothing that would take the hurt and pain away.