"Hi Karen", Will said on the other end of the phone, "I'm going to be in
your neighborhood this morning on business, I was wondering if I could come
by with some lunch after my meeting."
"Aw honey that would be great I'm getting pretty stir crazy stuck at home here all by myself."
"Alright I'll see you at noon."
I hung up the phone and headed upstairs with the baby. It was already 10:00 and I hadn't even taken a shower yet. It had only been a week and a half since we came home from the hospital but I had already managed to become quite a couch potato. I had no one to impress except Grace who was thankfully still staying with me so I had taken to waiting till the end of the day before getting showered and dressed.
After I was showered and dressed I got Samantha cleaned up and dressed in a pink one piece romper.
"Well don't we look pretty today!" Will called out from the doorway of the nursery.
"Wilma you scared the crap out of me, god honey you can't sneak up on people like that!"
"Sorry Karen, I didn't mean to startle you; Rosario told me I'd find the two of you up here."
"You look nice too Karen," Will said as he gave me a quick hug.
"Here you go honey," I said as I handed Samantha off to Will. I know you're not really here to see me."
"Now that's not true Karen, but thanks for letting me hold her."
We headed down to the dinning room and after putting the baby in her basinet I settled down and began eating the turkey sandwich and chicken noodle soup Will had brought.
"You know Karen, you look great. I figured I'd find you still in your bathrobe with your hair all over the place."
"Hmm, well if you hadn't called first that's exactly how you would have found me."
"I was hoping we could talk about something Karen if you don't mind."
"What is it Will?"
"Well you haven't asked me if I got in touch with Stan; don't you want to know?
"What did he have to say, is he back in NY?
"He's came back the weekend you had the baby. He said wants to come by and see her."
"So what, did he forget where we live? Will I've been home for a week and a half now, what is he waiting for?"
Well, it's complicated Karen. I went by to see him that Sunday after you had the baby. He was a mess. He was drunk and well I don't know how to explain it Karen, but I didn't think it was a good idea for him to come see you. I told him to call me when he sobered up; so he called me this morning out of the blue. I went to see him at the office and he looked a lot better."
"And now he wants to see the baby huh? Do you think I should let him come by?"
"Karen I can't answer that for you. If you want I can take Grace out some night this week and you can invite him over for a couple hours."
"Alright, see if he can come by tomorrow night. He needs to be here by 5:00 PM; I don't want him coming over here drunk and belligerent."
After lunch Will and I took Samantha into the parlor for a little visit. Will fed Samantha her bottle and I took advantage of the chance to relax and let someone else do the work.
"Why haven't you hired a Nanny yet Karen? You know Stan agreed to pay for one."
"We're doing ok on our own. Besides I'm already bored to tears as it is; if I didn't have these tedious chores to do I'd probably hang myself."
"Well I think you're right, you two are doing just fine on your own. You know, I can remember a time when you thought you were going to be the world's worst mother. You've come a long way Karen.
Will finished feeding Samantha and then headed back to the office.
"I'll call Stan when I get back to the office and tell him he can visit from 5:00-7:00, no exceptions."
"Thanks," I said as I gave him a tight hug goodbye.
I spent the next afternoon anxiously preparing for Stan's visit. Samantha had spit up on herself twice and I was running out of clean clothes to put her in. By 5:00 we were both free of spit up and ready for Stan.
By the time 6:30 had rolled around I realized he was a no show. He didn't even have the decency to call and let me know he couldn't make it that fat fucking bastard.
I had just put Samantha in her crib when Grace called at 7:00 to see how the visit had gone; I told her he was a no show.
"Aw Karen, don't be upset; he's an ass."
Just then the doorbell rang. I watched doorman answer the door; it was Stan and he was quite obviously drunk.
"Grace he just showed up and he'd drunk. Can you guys come home? I don't want to have to deal with him alone."
"We'll leave right now sweetie, it might take us a half hour or so to get there, but were on our way."
"Karen get down here!" Stan shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"Damn him, he's going to wake the baby; I have to go Grace."
I hung up the phone and headed downstairs to shut him up.
"Damn it Stan, you're going to wake the baby. What the hell are you doing here? I said 5:00."
"Glad to see you're in a good mood Karen," Stan said with a laugh.
"Stan go home you're drunk!"
"I'm not going anywhere until I see the baby."
"You're insane if you think I'm going you let you see her while you're in this condition."
"I promise I won't wake her, just let me look at her Karen. Try and have a heart for once in your life.
I realized the only way to get him to leave was to let him see her. I led him up to the nursery and allowed him to take a peak in the crib.
"You know Karen you shouldn't be such a bitch," Stan said after he was done looking at her.
"Keep your voice down!"
I began to leave the nursery when I felt Stan grab my arm and pull me back into the room. He pulled me toward him so I was facing him with my chest pressed against his.
"I've missed you Karen," Stan said as he ran a hand through my hair while holding me close to him with his other hand. He cupped the back of my head with his palm and pressed his lips against mine. I struggled to get away from him, but before I knew it he had me pinned on the nursery floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Stan? Get off me!"
He continued to kiss me and he ran his hands over my entire body.
"You've gained a lot of weight Karen."
Who the hell was he to mention weight? He held my chest down with his left hand while his fumbled with the button to my pants with his right hand.
"Stan cut it out, get the hell off me."
"Shut up Karen, just shut the hell up!"
I knew none of the servants were in the area but I screamed in the hopes that maybe someone would hear me. I startled the baby and she began to cry uncontrollably. By this time Stan had remove my pants and was trying to remove my underpants while holding the other hand over my mouth. I managed to get my mouth free and pleaded with him to stop.
"Stan please let me go. I just gave birth for god's sake; I'm not ready to do this."
"Shut up," Stan said and gave me a hard slap to the face. He got up off the floor and kicked me in the ribs.
I tried to get up but was in too much pain to even sit. Stan was taking his pants off and I knew there was no way I could get myself and the baby out of there in my condition. I tried rolling my body so that I was on all fours and attempted again to get up, Stan delivered another swift kick, this time to my face and the force of the blow knocked me down on my back. Before I realized what had happened Stan was on top of me. He pried my legs apart and slid inside me. I was still quite sore from giving birth; my body was nowhere near ready for what Stan was forcing me to do.
"God Karen what the hell did that baby do to you," Stan asked as he began to brutally thrust into me; you couldn't get an elephant off you're so loose."
This can't be happening I though as Stan continued to viciously rape me. Each thrust caused excruciating pain, I was too raw for this kind of violent penetration. Where the hell was Grace, she should be here by now. The baby was screaming at the top of her lungs; why hadn't anyone come up to see what was wrong with her? I struggled to free myself, but Stan was four times my size, I didn't have a prayer of getting away from him.
I could tell he was close to climaxing and I closed my eyes and surrendered to his attack. I didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
He quickly got up and got dressed when he was done. I struggled to grab a blanket or anything to cover myself up with; I couldn't stand to have his eyes on my body. I managed to pull myself up to a sitting position and pulled a quilt off Samantha's crib. I wrapped it around myself and began to sob. Stan kicked me again and knocked me back down on the floor. He spit on me on his way out of the room. Samantha was still crying but I couldn't get to her. I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't get up.
I laid on the floor beside Samantha's crib and sobbed. I couldn't help myself and I certainly couldn't help my daughter. What if he came back? What if he hadn't left the house yet? Fear coursed through me as I began to realize I needed to get us out of this room.
"Karen?" Grace called from the stairway. "Is everything ok?"
"Grace I'm up here"! I screamed. Thank god she was finally home.
"What's going on Karen?" Grace asked from the hallway. She stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the room.
"Oh my god Karen, what the hell did he do to you? Will call the police and get up here!" Grace shouted.
"Grace, get the baby and see if you can calm her down, I'll be ok." I knew I was far from ok, but I couldn't stand to hear her cry like that for another second.
Grace went to the crib and tried to calm her down. Will came into the nursery; he was still on the phone with the police. He took one look at me and advised them they would also need to send an ambulance.
"Karen did Stan do this to you?" Will asked as he came over to my crumpled body. I nodded and he relayed the information to the police department.
"They're on their way." Will said as he hung up the phone.
"Will take the baby and go downstairs. Grace said as she handed Samantha to him and made her way back over to me.
"Grace, I'm not going anywhere until the police are here."
"Will get the hell out of here now," Grace said as she took another blanket from the crib and covered my trembling body.
"Oh my god he raped her. That sick fucking bastard raped her," Will said in disbelief. I began to sob uncontrollably as the realization of what had happened finally set in.
"Damn it Will you're not helping, get out and go wait for the police."
Will finally left the room with Samantha.
"It's ok Karen." Grace said as she sat down next to me and ran a hand over my forehead.
"You're going to be just fine sweetie, I promise."
"Aw honey that would be great I'm getting pretty stir crazy stuck at home here all by myself."
"Alright I'll see you at noon."
I hung up the phone and headed upstairs with the baby. It was already 10:00 and I hadn't even taken a shower yet. It had only been a week and a half since we came home from the hospital but I had already managed to become quite a couch potato. I had no one to impress except Grace who was thankfully still staying with me so I had taken to waiting till the end of the day before getting showered and dressed.
After I was showered and dressed I got Samantha cleaned up and dressed in a pink one piece romper.
"Well don't we look pretty today!" Will called out from the doorway of the nursery.
"Wilma you scared the crap out of me, god honey you can't sneak up on people like that!"
"Sorry Karen, I didn't mean to startle you; Rosario told me I'd find the two of you up here."
"You look nice too Karen," Will said as he gave me a quick hug.
"Here you go honey," I said as I handed Samantha off to Will. I know you're not really here to see me."
"Now that's not true Karen, but thanks for letting me hold her."
We headed down to the dinning room and after putting the baby in her basinet I settled down and began eating the turkey sandwich and chicken noodle soup Will had brought.
"You know Karen, you look great. I figured I'd find you still in your bathrobe with your hair all over the place."
"Hmm, well if you hadn't called first that's exactly how you would have found me."
"I was hoping we could talk about something Karen if you don't mind."
"What is it Will?"
"Well you haven't asked me if I got in touch with Stan; don't you want to know?
"What did he have to say, is he back in NY?
"He's came back the weekend you had the baby. He said wants to come by and see her."
"So what, did he forget where we live? Will I've been home for a week and a half now, what is he waiting for?"
Well, it's complicated Karen. I went by to see him that Sunday after you had the baby. He was a mess. He was drunk and well I don't know how to explain it Karen, but I didn't think it was a good idea for him to come see you. I told him to call me when he sobered up; so he called me this morning out of the blue. I went to see him at the office and he looked a lot better."
"And now he wants to see the baby huh? Do you think I should let him come by?"
"Karen I can't answer that for you. If you want I can take Grace out some night this week and you can invite him over for a couple hours."
"Alright, see if he can come by tomorrow night. He needs to be here by 5:00 PM; I don't want him coming over here drunk and belligerent."
After lunch Will and I took Samantha into the parlor for a little visit. Will fed Samantha her bottle and I took advantage of the chance to relax and let someone else do the work.
"Why haven't you hired a Nanny yet Karen? You know Stan agreed to pay for one."
"We're doing ok on our own. Besides I'm already bored to tears as it is; if I didn't have these tedious chores to do I'd probably hang myself."
"Well I think you're right, you two are doing just fine on your own. You know, I can remember a time when you thought you were going to be the world's worst mother. You've come a long way Karen.
Will finished feeding Samantha and then headed back to the office.
"I'll call Stan when I get back to the office and tell him he can visit from 5:00-7:00, no exceptions."
"Thanks," I said as I gave him a tight hug goodbye.
I spent the next afternoon anxiously preparing for Stan's visit. Samantha had spit up on herself twice and I was running out of clean clothes to put her in. By 5:00 we were both free of spit up and ready for Stan.
By the time 6:30 had rolled around I realized he was a no show. He didn't even have the decency to call and let me know he couldn't make it that fat fucking bastard.
I had just put Samantha in her crib when Grace called at 7:00 to see how the visit had gone; I told her he was a no show.
"Aw Karen, don't be upset; he's an ass."
Just then the doorbell rang. I watched doorman answer the door; it was Stan and he was quite obviously drunk.
"Grace he just showed up and he'd drunk. Can you guys come home? I don't want to have to deal with him alone."
"We'll leave right now sweetie, it might take us a half hour or so to get there, but were on our way."
"Karen get down here!" Stan shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"Damn him, he's going to wake the baby; I have to go Grace."
I hung up the phone and headed downstairs to shut him up.
"Damn it Stan, you're going to wake the baby. What the hell are you doing here? I said 5:00."
"Glad to see you're in a good mood Karen," Stan said with a laugh.
"Stan go home you're drunk!"
"I'm not going anywhere until I see the baby."
"You're insane if you think I'm going you let you see her while you're in this condition."
"I promise I won't wake her, just let me look at her Karen. Try and have a heart for once in your life.
I realized the only way to get him to leave was to let him see her. I led him up to the nursery and allowed him to take a peak in the crib.
"You know Karen you shouldn't be such a bitch," Stan said after he was done looking at her.
"Keep your voice down!"
I began to leave the nursery when I felt Stan grab my arm and pull me back into the room. He pulled me toward him so I was facing him with my chest pressed against his.
"I've missed you Karen," Stan said as he ran a hand through my hair while holding me close to him with his other hand. He cupped the back of my head with his palm and pressed his lips against mine. I struggled to get away from him, but before I knew it he had me pinned on the nursery floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Stan? Get off me!"
He continued to kiss me and he ran his hands over my entire body.
"You've gained a lot of weight Karen."
Who the hell was he to mention weight? He held my chest down with his left hand while his fumbled with the button to my pants with his right hand.
"Stan cut it out, get the hell off me."
"Shut up Karen, just shut the hell up!"
I knew none of the servants were in the area but I screamed in the hopes that maybe someone would hear me. I startled the baby and she began to cry uncontrollably. By this time Stan had remove my pants and was trying to remove my underpants while holding the other hand over my mouth. I managed to get my mouth free and pleaded with him to stop.
"Stan please let me go. I just gave birth for god's sake; I'm not ready to do this."
"Shut up," Stan said and gave me a hard slap to the face. He got up off the floor and kicked me in the ribs.
I tried to get up but was in too much pain to even sit. Stan was taking his pants off and I knew there was no way I could get myself and the baby out of there in my condition. I tried rolling my body so that I was on all fours and attempted again to get up, Stan delivered another swift kick, this time to my face and the force of the blow knocked me down on my back. Before I realized what had happened Stan was on top of me. He pried my legs apart and slid inside me. I was still quite sore from giving birth; my body was nowhere near ready for what Stan was forcing me to do.
"God Karen what the hell did that baby do to you," Stan asked as he began to brutally thrust into me; you couldn't get an elephant off you're so loose."
This can't be happening I though as Stan continued to viciously rape me. Each thrust caused excruciating pain, I was too raw for this kind of violent penetration. Where the hell was Grace, she should be here by now. The baby was screaming at the top of her lungs; why hadn't anyone come up to see what was wrong with her? I struggled to free myself, but Stan was four times my size, I didn't have a prayer of getting away from him.
I could tell he was close to climaxing and I closed my eyes and surrendered to his attack. I didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
He quickly got up and got dressed when he was done. I struggled to grab a blanket or anything to cover myself up with; I couldn't stand to have his eyes on my body. I managed to pull myself up to a sitting position and pulled a quilt off Samantha's crib. I wrapped it around myself and began to sob. Stan kicked me again and knocked me back down on the floor. He spit on me on his way out of the room. Samantha was still crying but I couldn't get to her. I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't get up.
I laid on the floor beside Samantha's crib and sobbed. I couldn't help myself and I certainly couldn't help my daughter. What if he came back? What if he hadn't left the house yet? Fear coursed through me as I began to realize I needed to get us out of this room.
"Karen?" Grace called from the stairway. "Is everything ok?"
"Grace I'm up here"! I screamed. Thank god she was finally home.
"What's going on Karen?" Grace asked from the hallway. She stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the room.
"Oh my god Karen, what the hell did he do to you? Will call the police and get up here!" Grace shouted.
"Grace, get the baby and see if you can calm her down, I'll be ok." I knew I was far from ok, but I couldn't stand to hear her cry like that for another second.
Grace went to the crib and tried to calm her down. Will came into the nursery; he was still on the phone with the police. He took one look at me and advised them they would also need to send an ambulance.
"Karen did Stan do this to you?" Will asked as he came over to my crumpled body. I nodded and he relayed the information to the police department.
"They're on their way." Will said as he hung up the phone.
"Will take the baby and go downstairs. Grace said as she handed Samantha to him and made her way back over to me.
"Grace, I'm not going anywhere until the police are here."
"Will get the hell out of here now," Grace said as she took another blanket from the crib and covered my trembling body.
"Oh my god he raped her. That sick fucking bastard raped her," Will said in disbelief. I began to sob uncontrollably as the realization of what had happened finally set in.
"Damn it Will you're not helping, get out and go wait for the police."
Will finally left the room with Samantha.
"It's ok Karen." Grace said as she sat down next to me and ran a hand over my forehead.
"You're going to be just fine sweetie, I promise."
