My Short Stories

A Mother's Secret

Fiction
SPG- Contains rape, murder, Gore, forced marriage.

"Mama, can you help me with my assignment?" I heard a cute voice said behind me and I turn and saw my 7 year-old daughter, holding a notebook and a pencil. I smiled as I put down my pen and just threw the papers I was holding to the desk.

I spread my arms open for her to come to me and she smiled as she immediately ran in to my arms and I sat her down to sit on my lap. "So, what's your assignment, baby?" I asked my daughter. "Teacher said that we should write a story about something wonderful! So I want to write the story about how you and Papa met!" My daughter cheered and I felt my blood grew instantly cold, my palms getting sweaty, and sweats are rolling down from my forehead.

I stole a glance at the swivel chair and there my husband sat. Working on his own paperworks. When he heard what my daughter said, he looked up from the papers to stare at me. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I tried so hard to keep myself from trembling. My husband got off from the chair as he walked towards us and took a seat besides me. He took my daughter from me and sat her down on his lap. "Baby, that question is hard for Mommy to answer.... How about I tell you instead?" He suggested and my daughter nodded.

"Your mommy and I met at a cafe near our schools. We both went to different high schools at that time so we would only meet at the cafe. Your mommy was the most beautiful and kind girl I have ever met, so I did everything I can to court her. But your mommy was so hard to get, she was kind, yes, but also very challenging. Your mommy didn't like long distance relationship and her parents already found a college for her to enroll and it was far from me. And me, a young man, decided to follow her and went to the same college as her and there I courted her once again and have gotten her sweet yes. And we dated for 5 years, then got married and then you came into our lives." My husband said my daughter's eyes sparkled.

"Wow! So it was all worth it!" My daughter cheered and my husband swung his arm on to my shoulders and gave it a firm squeeze. My blood froze and I paled. I forced a smile and look at my daughter. "Did you get to know all you need?" I asked as my daughter wrote down the things her father said and nodded. "Yep!" My daughter beamed with a smile that I cannot help but smile back.

A cough then destroyed that moment and my fearful eyes met my husband's emotionless ones and look at my daughter with fake happiness. "Isn't it almost bed time for you?" My husband reminded and my daughter pouted but nodded. "Carry me." My daughter cutely requested. My husband smiled and nodded. He carried her in his arms and stood up, I followed his actions and we went out of the office on to her room, with me trailing behind. We entered her room and we both tuck her in her bed.

"Nighty night, mommy and daddy." She said and yawn as my husband chuckled and we both kissed her on the forehead before we left her room. My husband and I were silent. "W-we should get back to work." I said as I turned on my heels and walk my way back to the office. My husband didn't say anything as he followed me. He didn't do anything.... That is until we were inside the office.

He pushed me to the couch and I looked at him with fearful eyes. "W-what are you doing?! S-stop!" I struggled. He took a hold on both of my wrists and gripped it. I whimpered at the pain. "Will you stop being such a pain?! 13 years still couldn't let you see how much I love you?! Is he all you could ever think about?!" My husband screamed as I whimpered. "Love? Love?! Is this what you call love?! Is raping and forcing me to marry you 'love'?!" I screamed back and he slapped me.

"Shut up! What I did was all for you!" I clenched my teeth as I tried to stop my tears from falling. "So killing the man I loved was all for me?" He laughed when I said that. "Why, of course? He was in the way of our love." I look at him with disgust. "But he was your brother!" I screamed. "And he was a nuisance!" He screamed back. "He knew that I loved you yet he stole you from me! So I did what I have to!" He added and I felt his hands on my shirt. My eyes widened as I struggled. "No!" He laughed at my pitiful state. "No matter how much you struggle, you can't stop me. No matter how much you scream, no one would help you." He ripped my shirt as the realization hit me once again. "And another thing, I am your HUSBAND and you are my WIFE." My tears flowed as I stopped struggling.

He was right. He's my husband. We were wed in the church. In front of God and the people. Divorcing wouldn't solve a thing. Not when I knew that would cause my daughter harm.

What he said to my daughter was both a lie and the truth.

Yes, we met at a cafe. But he wasn't the only one I met. That day, the cafe was full and I was looking for a table to sit down, then, I saw a table for three. It was occupied by two males with the same hair color but have different physical appearance. I went to them and tap the slimer but taller one to ask if I could sit with them for a bit. That was my husband. The older twin. He nodded and I took a seat with them. I thought it was going to be a silent one but they were really friendly and talked to me. We became fast friends and were close. Even though we went to different schools, we always made time for us to hang out on that cafe.

Yes, my husband courted me. But he wasn't the only one. The two of them courted me but like what my husband said, I didn't want a long distance relationship. That's why the two of them followed me to the college I enrolled in and the three of us attended there. They still continued to court me but the one I choose really wasn't my husband. It was his younger twin. His twin was tall but wasn't tall like him and he was a bit skinny, but he was really nice and friendly more than his older twin brother.

Me and my boyfriend dated for 2 years. I guess the breaking point for the older brother was that he found us in the bedroom of his younger twin, who was shirtless on top of me. The two of us were making out and I was sure that it could've lead to something more if his brother didn't interrupt. I should've been thankful but I wish we really should have locked the door at that time because the two of us didn't expect it to take a turn like that.

The older twin stabbed the younger one. I was forced to watch in horror. I wanted to scream and shout for help, but the knife in his hands and the blood that was also spilled on me was what kept me from releasing my voice.

On that day of my boyfriend's murder, I was also raped in front of his bloody corpse by his murderer.

My husband did a great job cleaning up the body and the evidence. No body knew who had done it and I was forced to lie on the interrogation.

After we had his funeral. The older twin raped me again. In front of his younger twin's grave.

I was forced to date him. And it was nothing but filled with pain. And then, I was forced to marry him. For I was pregnant with his child.

It's been 13 long years.... Yet, the nightmare still continues on. But I have to stay strong. For my daughter.

And this is a secret I should keep with me to my grave.