Chapter 5:
Recap
"Karen knows!" Stan screamed, his pulse was racing "That bitch! She knew and didn't tell me!" Stan stormed out of the room.
"Dad, she found out! I made her promise not to tell you!" Olivia screamed as Stan walked out of the room and out of sight.
He stomped down the stairs and returned to the living room, it was Karen-free and empty. "How could she not bloody tell me? I'm Olivia's dad-I deserve to know. How did she not think how important it is for me to know? And what gave her the right to deceive me like that?" Stan said to himself as he poured and drank a double whiskey from the mini-bar in the corner. "My daughter is pregnant for God's sake! She's going to be a fucking mother! I should have been told! I could have prevented this from happening! Prevented the humiliation of a teenage pregnancy in the Walker family! How am I going to go to work with everyone knowing this!" He poured and drank another double whiskey and went in search of Karen.
He found her in her closet; lying drunk on the chez-lounge with a martini in one hand. She had her eyes closed as Stan crept up towards her. She looked so beautiful when she was asleep (or passed out) – the calmness; the normality; and her shear beauty struck him as he looked at her as it always did. Her eyes flickered open as she sensed someone looking at her.
"Oh Stan-it's you. You scared the crap out of me." Karen joked as she leaned over to have a sip at the last mouthful of martini.
"Why Karen?" Stan asked "Why didn't you tell me about Olivia?"
"Oh my God! She told you?" said Karen surprised
"No I found out; I saw the evidence:- Her stomach" Stan added loudly after seeing Karen's confused face
"I swear Stan; she made me keep it quiet" Karen proclaimed whilst sitting up "I kept pushing her to tell you but she wouldn't. She made me promise! I'm so sorry!"
"Its okay honey – I understand that you couldn't break a promise." Stan said calmly as he approached where Karen was sitting
"You do?" Karen asked
"Yeah of course I do. At least I know now." Stan smiled
"I'm so happy to hear that Stan. I was so worried about your reaction; whether you demand she get rid of it; get angry or even violent. I'm so grateful Stanley that you understand I couldn't break a promise." Karen said as she looked deeply into his eyes.
Then out of no-where a fat; chubby hand comes swooping in and smacks Karen's face knocking her backwards. The hit twists her round and pushes her off of the bed; causing Karen to hit her head on the corner of the table that was next to the Chez-lounge. The pain now transfers from the side of her face to the top right of her head. She sits there on her hands and knees on the floor next to the chez-lounge in shock of what just happened.
"WHAT ABOUT THE PROMISE YOU MADE TO ME?" Stan screamed while Karen faced the floor. She refused to move out of shock and just sat there staring blankly at the carpet; while Stan stared blankly at her.
After seconds of silence and staring Karen notices a drop of blood on the carpet; and sees another one joining it a few seconds later. Slowly and still on her hands and knees she turns her head to face her husband – blood trickling down the side of her face.
"Look what you've down!" Karen shouted "Look at it! No wonder Olivia didn't want to tell you, especially if you react like this; with violence! Your own bloody kids are scared of you!"
"Now you listen here woman!" Stan demanded
"NO! You listen here!" Karen slowly stood up "It's not my problem your own flesh and blood doesn't tell you anything, or that you're incapable to show them any affection and hire a maid to do it for you! This is why they'll be closer to our Spanish maid than they'll ever be to their own shitting father!" Karen screeched standing up tall next to Stan
Stan's blood was boiling and he raised his hand up in the air ready to smack that bitch into next week. Karen caught sight of his hand up there and started to speak before he could hit her again.
"You may have raised your fist to me before Stanley Walker, but so help me God if you hit me one more time I'll scream so loud all of our staff will be in here faster than you can say 'abuse'!"
Stan's hand, now shaking in the air, slowly drifted lower and lower, to Karen's relief. However, instead of hitting her, he grabbed her martini and threw the remains of the drink in her face, stinging the wound at the top of her head.
The instant pain caused Karen to scream and curl over, joining her head and hands to cover up the wound. Stan looked at her from heel to head and back down again in disgust and stormed out of the room. "Bitch!"