“I have never seen you drink during the week. Is everything okay?” Fred asked.
“Yes.” I replied looking down on the floor.
“You know if you need to talk, I am here.” He assured me. “Go take a shower as I take Chloe to bed.”
I nodded. I stood up, took my handbag from the couch and walked to the bedroom. I removed all my clothes and stood under the shower for a few minutes. The warm water made me feel so relaxed.
After I was done, I wiped myself and sat on the edge of the bed. Fred was already under the covers. He was silently watching my every move. I joined him in bed then switched off the lights. I just wanted to sleep.
Just then, my phone rang! I had to get out of bed to get it from my handbag. As soon as I saw who was calling, I gasped. It was Shawn!
Shawn was my childhood friend. We had reconnected recently at the burial of his mother. Even though we had grown a bit apart when we grew up, the brief meeting at the funeral brought up some memories.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Catherine, it’s Shawn.” He started. “How are you doing?”
“I am well.”
“That’s great. I was checking up on you. We need to catch up.” He said.
I looked at Fred. He was listening in on the conversation.
“Yes. No problem.” I replied.
“Alright then. I’ll call you tomorrow and we set up the time we can meet.” He said.
“Looking forward to it.”
“Have a lovely night Catherine. Talk to you tomorrow.” He said.
I hanged up the call and put the phone on the table stand.
“Who was it?” Fred asked.
“It was Shawn.” I said.
“Shawn?” He asked. “Who is that?”
“You met him during the funeral we went to some weeks back. He had lost his mum.”
“Oh yeah, I remember. What did he want?”
“Nothing. He was checking up on me.” I lied.
I pulled the bed sheets and covered myself. I didn’t want any more questions. Fred had a way of making one feel so guilty by asking questions.
After a few minutes, I felt his hand on my tummy. He pressed my skin then suddenly, he turned my body to such a way that I was facing him. Confused, I asked what was wrong. He didn’t answer.
He came on top of me, spread my legs apart and then, he entered me. No foreplay, no talking. This has never happened before. I didn’t know if I should cry or not. It hurt a bit as he was forcing himself on me as I was not wet. His thrusts started slowly, then faster. After a few minutes, the movements stopped and he fell on the other side of the bed. I couldn’t believe this. I reached to my handbag, removed some tissue and wiped myself. I turned to the side facing the way and pretended to sleep. I do not want any of this.