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… Weight problems (2)
“Are you sure that you don’t want a drink?” Fred asked again.
“I am not allowed any alcohol, Fred. You know that. I’ll have a diet Coke, thanks.”
“What about a piece of barbecued sausage?”
“No. I will have what I have here,” Annie insisted. This evening she was having her dinner — precisely as described by the diet doctor — together with the rest of the family.
“Go get the letters,” Fred ordered after dinner, “maybe I can organize us some pussy for tonight. Both of you are too stupid to do it.”
Annie didn’t even bother to answer him. She got up, and moments later, she returned with the file. Fred immediately paged to the letter they had received from Helena, the Greek woman.
Helena’s letter was honest and to the point. She described herself as a lesbian who had no objections to go to bed with a man, almost as if she didn’t fully grasp the meaning of bisexuality. She wrote she had been divorced for a couple of years, and that her son was nine years old. She was in her early thirties and her ex-husband lived in Greece, where her son visited him once a year. When Annie phoned Helena a week ago, her son was still in Greece. She had promised to ring them up the moment she was ready for an appointment.
In their conversation, Helena had some questions about the club. Annie had emphasized the fact they set a high value on personally meeting all members of the club. Annie never mentioned the fact that if Fred had half a chance, he would go to bed with every club member. She was of the opinion that the women should discover it for themselves. This included Helena. However, Annie did say Fred would always be part of it if either she or Fran, or both of them had a sexual encounter with one of the club members.
Fred paged through the rest of the letters, trying to decide whom he wanted to call, when the phone rang. Fran was just on her way to the kitchen and she answered it.
“Annie,” Fran called, “there’s a woman on the phone and she wants to talk to you.”
Coincidentally, it was Helena. Annie keenly started talking to the interesting woman. Her enthusiasm and confident attitude disappeared when Fred positioned himself on the couch across from her. This made her nervous. Annie stammered a couple of words more, before she had an idea.
“Helena, just hold on for a moment. I’m going to pick up the other phone in the bedroom. There’s too much interference over here,” she said. Not only had Fran seated herself next to Fred, but the kids were running in and out of the room too.
“Fred, could you please hang up over here after I have picked up in the bedroom?” she requested, but she didn’t fail to notice the angry expression on his face.
“What the hell are you doing?” Fred furiously asked when Annie informed him that Helena would come to the smallholding the next day.
“Why didn’t you continue your conversation with Helena over here? Why did you close the bedroom door?”
“I didn’t want to talk to her over here. The two of you made me feel nervous when you sat there watching me. And, I closed the door to the bedroom because the little ones were playing in their room. I didn’t want them to hear what I was saying. Helena had more questions about the club. I had a feeling that she wouldn’t make an appointment to visit if I didn’t answer her questions first,” Annie answered, challenging him with her determined attitude.
“So what did you tell her?”
“I told her more about the club and what would happen if she joined us.”
“And did you also tell her she has to sleep with me?” Fred’s voice sounded ominous.
“No. I didn’t. But she did. She said that she assumed you would like to fuck her too. She doesn’t think you will be able to watch three women play with each other without wanting to join in,” Annie explained.
“Clever Greek girl!” Fred laughed heartily. Then his expression changed again. “I’m not happy with your behavior, Annie. I think that you’re openly trying to organize yourself some pussy. You want to exclude Fran and me from the fun. That’s the reason why you didn’t want us to hear your conversation with Helena,” he blatantly accused Annie.
“That’s not true. I don’t want another woman. I have Fran, don’t I?” Annie scorned. “You’re the one who’s not happy with the two women you have. You’re the one looking for another woman in your bed. By the way, if you think that I am being secretive and trying to organize things for myself, why don’t you listen to the conversation? You have it on tape, don’t you?”
Alas, there was no conversation to listen to. Fred forgot to put a new tape in the tape recorder.
“Bitch,” he said, standing threateningly in front of Annie, who flinched away from him, “I’ll be watching you tomorrow. If once, but only once, I notice you and Helena have plans of your own, there will be consequences. Never forget what happened when Mandy was here — it can get worse!”
“I am not planning anything with her, Fred,” Annie begged while fuming inside, but Fred wasn’t listening anymore.
To be continued… Helena (2)
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