This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
Continued from… Kim (1)
Once Fran had informed Kim of all she wanted her to know, the women went to the small living room. Annie and Fran were surprised to see Fred on his usual spot on the couch. He was friendly towards Kim and moderately friendly towards Annie, but he totally ignored his wife. Annie instantly realized he had overheard their conversation in the kitchen. Kim sat down and stared out over the backyard of the smallholding.
“Do you also have animals on the smallholding?” she asked Fred.
“Yes, I have about two hundred chickens, a cow and a bull, three pigs and about fifteen sheep. Do you want to go for a walk? I’ll give you a tour of the property,” he suggested.
“Oh, I would love that,” Kim eagerly said. It was as if her self-confidence returned with a bang.
“Fran,” Fred ordered, “pour everyone another drink!”
While they were outside, Kim walked next to Fred. They were involved in a deep conversation. Fran tried to join the discussion, but Fred repeatedly interrupted her. It was clear to everyone, including Kim, that he was angry with her. Annie walked along without saying a word. She was disappointed. She felt jealousy. When she saw how Kim reacted to what Fran told her about their routine, Annie thought Kim wouldn’t want to get involved with Fred. Now she walked next to him, as if she belonged there. Chhances that Kim would end up in bed with Fred were increasing by the minute.
In the vegetable garden, Fred picked vegetables for Kim to take home with her. Fred was in his charming mode again.
The conversation turned back to general things when they were back in the small living room. Then, unexpectedly, Kim stood up.
“And now I have to go home,” she said.
“Come on Kim, it’s six o’clock. Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Fred suggested.
“No, I really have to go,” Kim protested.
“Aren’t you in the mood for some fun?” he asked. Annie knew exactly what he was hinting at. He wanted Kim in his bed as soon as possible.
“Yes, Kim, please stay. You’ll enjoy it,” Fran chipped in.
“No. I would love to stay, but I have about thirty tests of my students I still have to mark,” Kim said with a determined sound in her voice. She was definitely not going to allow anyone to persuade her to stay.
“Okay, whatever you want,” Fred said with his sulking voice. “I take it you know how we do things over here. Will you call when you are ready to make an appointment to stay the night?”
“Yes, I will.”
After Kim left, Fred wanted to know what the women had discussed in the kitchen. Yet again, Annie left the talking to Fran. Very cunningly, Fred led Fran to tell him everything that he had already overheard.
Then he exploded.
“Yes, that’s exactly what one can expect of you, you stupid cow! How can you be so goddamn ordinary to tell a woman that she has to go to bed with me?”
“But honey, it’s true, isn’t it?” Fran risked saying.
“Shut up, you bitch! I overheard almost the entire conversation that you had with her. You thought I was busy in the garage. All I did was walk around the house and I came to sit here. Is this your idea of a new approach of the members of the club?”
Suddenly he turned to Annie, who shrank away.
“I guess that it’s Fran’s idea of an approach, because you didn’t say a word. Or were you not there?”
Fred’s angry expression didn’t change, but his voice was not as sharp as when he spoke to Fran.
“I was there,” was all Annie said.
“So why didn’t you say anything? Or were you playing with your cunt while watching Kim?”
Fred didn’t wait for her answer, which Annie was not planning to give him anyway.
“Fran, Annie will handle the next one. You keep out of it!”
Annie saw relief on Fran’s face at the same time that disappointment and fear took possession of her heart and mind.
“But,” Fred continued, “I never want to hear anyone of you telling the woman that they have to go to bed with me, even though it is true!”
That evening Annie cried herself to sleep again. Fred decided Fran would sleep with him, even though the couple spent the previous night together while they were away for their trip. They adjusted their own set of rules as they saw fit.
This was the beginning of Fred’s cold war against Annie.
Kim never called and she never answered the phone when Fred dialed her number. Even a letter that Annie had written her — by order of Fred — did not evoke any response.
Kim made the best choice there was.
To be continued… Weight problems (1)
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