Chapter 43: Tests
*To ignore evil is to become accomplice to it. – Martin Luther King*
Hank had thrown away the rest of Jolene’s birth control the morning after he decided that they were going to have a baby. The pill packs had been thrown away and taken to the dumpster on his way to work.
He had been taught by his father and uncle that women were manipulative and sneaky. If there was any chance that they could do something that they were told not to do, they would. A man had to keep a tight rein on his woman.
The man was the head of the house. The leader of the family. The ultimate authority. The woman was to submit to his wishes.
Currently, his wish is to have a baby. More importantly, he wanted a promotion to sergeant. A steady home life would help. And a baby would show that he had a steady and secure home life. Therefore, his wife would give him a baby.
By the time she had the baby, she would be done with school. She could keep her diploma. Maybe even home school their kids. Hank saw the hoodlums that attended public school. He did not want his children around kids like that.
And he could still brag about his wife having her teaching degree.
If Hank had done his calculations right, Jolene would be pregnant. According to the apps on his phone, it would show up on a pregnancy test any day now.
He had a period tracker and an ovulation tracker on his phone. He’d had them since they first started dating three years ago. Hank knew almost immediately that this was the woman he wanted to marry. She was beautiful and healthy and submissive.
Jolene could easily be molded into the perfect wife.
On his way home, he stopped at the drugstore and grabbed three pregnancy tests. He had called Margarita, his mistress, and asked what brand would be best. He bought two of those and another that also promised one hundred percent accuracy.
He was kissing her cheek to wake her up. “Wake up, little momma.”
Jolene smiled at the tenderness. It was something that she had not been getting a lot of lately. He had been coming at her multiple times a day and she was tender. Anytime she tried to tell him it hurt because she was not ready, he told her how good she felt. So tight around him. When he was done, he walked away or rolled over and went to sleep.
She had learned to cry silently. If he found her crying, he went stupid. Several times the cops had been called by the neighbors. Hank had already told the whole department that they were trying to have a baby. The calls were always dismissed. And then she would be punished.
But this tender side, this was the man that she loved. She rolled over and sleepily smiled at him.
“Come on, you need to go pee.”
“No, I don’t.” she said groggily.
“Yes. You need to go pee so we can see if your pregnant.”
“I can’t be pregnant.”
“Why not?” he demanded angrily as he roughly placed his hand over her neck.
She was suddenly awake and realized what she almost admitted. “I feel like I’m about to start my period.” She croaked out.
“Well, go pee anyway.” He ordered standing up and throwing the bag of tests at her. “Do the tests.”
Jolene got out of bed and went into the bathroom with the tests. She knew that they would be negative. But how long would she be able to hide the IUD from him?
The doctor had said that he would not see or feel it. So far, he had not. But how long could she hide it?
How long could she hide what was going on? It was getting worse and she was pretty certain it would not get better. She had hoped it would. He paid for her college, and held that over her head having convinced her that she would never make it on her own.
She washed her hands and then carried the tests out to the living room. “I guess now we just wait.” Jolene said trying to sound upbeat.
“I’m reading here that sometimes early pregnancy may have the same symptoms as a period.” Hank said not looking up from his phone.
“What are you looking at?” she sat on the couch next to him.
“It’s a pregnancy app. It will track your progress.”
“Oh. That’s sweet.”
He leaned back and put his arm along the cushions of the couch. Jolene snuggled in close to him and kept looking at her watch.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Patience. You know what we could do while we wait.”
She knew what he was saying. Maybe it would be different this time.
He quickly undid his pants and then pushed her onto the couch. The force with which he slammed into her caused so much pain that she screamed.
“What you don’t want my cock?” he held her legs open and slammed into her even harder. It hurt so bad that tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“Shut up, bitch! I bought this cunt, I’ll use it however I want to.”
Jolene stopped screaming, knowing it would only make him more angry. Hank dug his fingers into her thighs causing pain.
“Fuck, I love it when you’re tight like this. Fucking you dry is the best.”
Knowing that he knew that she was dry made this worse. She turned her head and looked at the far wall, waiting for it to be over. Soon enough, he came inside her and pulled out.
“Looks like you might be on your period.” Hank said as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.
Jolene slowly walked into the kitchen and washed her face. She got herself some water and Midol as someone knocked on the door.
“I’ve got it babe.” He said cheerfully as he went to the door. Opening the door he shook his head. “Oh my God. Did they call you again?”
“Sorry, man. I know, you two are trying to have a baby. Just try to keep it down so the neighbors quit calling.”
Jolene smiled at the officer at the door. This was her life. She was doomed. There was no one to save her. As soon as the door closed, she braced for the beating.
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