The Truth Behind

《0》¤Caroline¤

It was a typical Thursday, I was taking care of Peter and Azling.  Peter was  the children of Mr. And Mrs Acrey,  Mr James Acrey being the boss of my husband at work. And Azlyn was my daughter.

Peter is 4 months old and little Azlyn is just one month younger.

All the Thursdays I go to the Acrey's house and take care of the children. They have a big room on the second story of the house. The room has a big crystal door with wood. The wood is formed in thin rows that cover the crystal making squared figures. Inside the room, the walls and ceiling are painted of a light blue colour, and a carpet for kids was spread around the floor. There were also some toys and a place to change the babies.

While I was in there with the kids trying to sing them to sleep, I heard someone entering the house downstairs. Then, footsteps, and a voice saying "it's James, it's fine, don't be scared."

Then, I answered in a hushed voice "It's alright, I'm upstairs in the kids's bedroom."

The footsteps became louder as Mr Acrey's face peeked in from the doorway. He smiled and greeted me "I need to talk to you." He said softly. I nodded and slowly got up from besides the cribs and tiptoed out of the room. As I closed the door, I turned to look at him.

"Would you like some wine?" He asked me politely.

I shook my head "no, thank you sir. I don't drink." I said quietly. What would my husband think if I got home with the scent of wine in my breath?

"Look Caroline...there's something I need to tell you, and you're certainly not going to like it." He said in a stern, yet worried tone of voice.

A frown made its way to my face "what is it?"

He sighed and looked away, as if what he was about to tell me was a terrible news flash for both him and me.
"We're having some...problems in our company because of an economic crisis and...and we'll need to fire a lot of employees, even if they're really important for our industry. And one of those men...is your husband."

I felt my heart stop in my chest, the blood freezing in my veins. "W-what...? Why...?" I said just above a whisper, voice breaking. No, no. That can't be. Our little family cannot handle that in this moment. How could my love be fired from that wonderful work? It was his only way of sustaining the family. This can't be.

Mr Acrey looked at me in pity "look, there is a way to maybe, just maybe, not firing him, but it all depends on how far you're able to go on this deal."

"Tell me." I blurted out, not even thinking it twice. "I'll do whatever it takes. Please."

He nodded and took a deep breath "so, I'm the director of this operation-"

I cut him off

"You call firing people an operation?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"No, what I meant to say is that I'm the one that leads this whole thing, sadly. The section is directed by me and two other men. We are in charge of deciding who is fired, and who's not."

"Well, then you could just tell everyone that my husband's not getting fired, right?" I ask, a small spark of hope in my tone.

He shrugged and toyed with his coat "it's not that simple...I'm not the only one that decides that.
Besides, the other two already decided that Jamie will be fired, but, he will not be, if you can do me a favour."

Again, I didn't think twice in replying "what will I have to do?"

"There's no easy way of saying this, so I'm going to go straight to the point." He took another deep breath "you're going to have to sleep with me."

My eyes widened as my lungs stopped filling my body with oxygen. It felt like someone just slapped me across the face. "What?!" I nearly screamed "why?! Are you- are you out of your mind? Why would I have to do that?!"

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by my outburst "isn't It obvious? It's because I want to. I thought you were more smart, but after all you're a woman."

What.

"Even if I accepted, how am I supposed to do that against my moral self?! I do have a loving husband that could never get to know that and a son, oh my god there's even your wife! This is ridiculous." I yelled, now not even caring if I woke up the children.

"Shut up!" He screamed harshly at me, making me flinch. He pushed me down, more aggressively than he meant to. I stumbled down to the floor, wincing in pain and yelling out as I hit my forehead with the border of a table. I shakily got up the fastest I could and take a shaky hand up to my forehand. When i touched it, I felt like someone had cut open my head and was squeezing a lemon into the wound. I looked down at my fingers and saw crimson liquid dripping down my hand. My blood.

Even tho there was a ringing in my ears, I heard a cry and looked to the side to see Peter standing on the crib in the bedroom, sobbing, watching the scene in front of him. From inside the room, I could hear Hattie was crying too.

James grabbed my neck, starting to choke me. "Make them stop you whore!" He shouted and I struggled out of his grip, running to the children.

When they finally stopped crying, James walked up behind me "don't worry, the next Thursday I'll ask my mother to take care of the children, and I'll tell my wife that I have lots of work to do, and that she should go visit her parents
Or friends. Then, we'll have the house for ourselves." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine

"You're such a bad man." I whispered quietly, my body shaking with silent sobs.

"Accept it, or say goodbye to your husband's work, dollface." I could feel him smirking behind me.

"I'll...ill do it." I finally decided, and tried not to hit him or scream at him. That was my final decision. No turning back now. I looked at him and he smiled in the creepiest way possible.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing that. But he was right after all. If I didn't, all my future, my son's future, all the hard work our little family has done, it would just crumble down. I needed to do it. For my family's honour, for my husband, for my son, to avoid the worst for them, I wanted more than anything to be able to give them what they needed.

I never imagined  James could be so cruel. He was always so nice with me. Some people... said he was bad that he kick his wife, but there were just gossips.

I just beg God for his pardon and understanding. Someone please help me if he doesn't.