Adam & Eve- a Tale of Obsession

by Shantel Davis

  Would Adam be pissed if I ignored his father? We’d had a good last couple of months. Did I want to go back to before we agreed to make it work? No. I decided to open the door and to be on my best behavior

  “Hello. How are—” I started pleasantly, but my words were cut off when Adam’s father pushed past me and walked into our home like he owned it without so much as an introduction or hello.

  Rude as he could be. I guessed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

  “Close the door and stop gawking at me. Come and sit, girl,” he ordered in a tone that was reminiscent of Jim Crow south.

  I blinked once and then twice? Was he talking to me? Biting the inside of my jaw was the only thing that kept me from going off. Remember this is Adam’s father, I thought. I didn’t want to put him in a position to have to choose between me and his real family.

  “I prefer to stand, sir.” I spat the sir out because saying it left a bad taste in my mouth.

  “Sit down, girl.”

  Our eyes connected. Like his son’s, his eyes told on him. He was a different kind of animal than Adam though, but just as dangerous. That was scary. While Adam had my best interest at heart, it was clear his father didn’t.

  For the sake of my child I sat. I didn’t need the meeting turning volatile and he already looked as if he wanted to strike me. I sat in the chair furthest from him. I watched him cautiously as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and leaned back against the sofa. For about a half a minute, he just glanced around the room.

  “What brings you here? Adam didn’t menti—”

  With a raise of his hand he cut me off. “I talk, you listen,” he ordered.

  Yes, suh, masta, I mocked sarcastically in my head, but nodded for him to continue. I was curious as to why he was visiting me.

  “I know that son of mine has filled your head with pretty little lies. You think you won the lottery because you’re about to push out that bastard.” He sneered then pointed down at my belly.

  I want to dispute his accusation. His son is ninety-nine percent of the reason I was there and ninety-nine percent of the reason I stayed. Telling him that would prolong the time we had to remain in one another’s presence. I had no desire to be near him anymore than I had to be.

  I let him continue uninterrupted. “When you give birth, I want you gone. Leave my grandson. He’s one of us even if he’ll be a half breed. I know Adam gave you money. Use it to disappear this time for good or my son and the police will find out your secrets.”

  I wanted to laugh at him. There was no way I was leaving my child with them. I didn’t even dignify it with a response.

  Out of curiosity I asked, “What secrets are those? Everything there is to know about me Adam knows.”

  He chuckled, and it was not goodheartedly.

  “Does he know you killed that black bitch who raised you?”

  His words slammed into me. Mentally, I freaked out. Outwardly my expression never changed. I was good at bluffing.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice hitched. I sounded unconvincing and he knew I was lying.

  A big smile broke out on his face making me want to smack him. “Sure, you don’t, but if you leave, no one but me and you will know the truth,” he said then stood, taking me in from feet to head as he did. The way he leered made my skin crawl. “I can see what my son sees in you. I had a couple of you back in my day. Sweetest pussy I ever tasted, but you’re not good for much else.”

  Unmoved by his insult, I did and said nothing. He was trying to get a reaction out of me.

  “He has good taste.” He licked his lips. “You know I fucked his wife?” he blurted out randomly. “After he took my Maggie, I feel he owes me. And since he owes me, you owe me like Jenny did. Can’t fuck you all big and pregnant though, but…” His eyes fell to my lips. “I bet you're a good cock sucker.”

  Who was Maggie? was my initial thought, then I processed the rest of what he’d said, and my face crashed. Standing with my fist balled at my side it took everything in me not to swing.

  “Now I know for sure you’re an even bigger nut than your son. You need to leave,” I managed to grit out past the lump in my throat.

  I couldn’t believe he thought I was going to suck his cock because of some bullcrap between him and his son. Then again, why wouldn’t he think that? Being associated with Adam caused crazy mess to happen.

  He ignored me and took several steps in my direction until we were standing face-to-face. “I could call the cops right now and tell them to check your grandfather’s backyard. That’s where you buried her isn’t it? Or...” He left the other option hanging in the air.

  Tears gathered in my eyes, but I didn’t cry.

  “Tears won’t help you, girl. Either you do it or give birth in jail,” he growled.

  My insides churned as he removed his jacket then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

  “On your knees, girl.” When I didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yelled his directive again right in my face, making my ears ring.

  Anger, the type I hadn’t felt in years, threatened to choke me. If I hadn’t been pregnant, I would have tried my best to beat him to death. Instead I lowered myself onto my knees. I concentrated on his shoes until his pants dropped to the floor. When I looked up his dick was mere inches away from my face.

  Pleading with my eyes, I tried to get him to change his mind. A grunt left his mouth and his brows pressed together. Staring down at me he gave his version of the charming and disarming smile his son used to lull his victims and for a moment, I hated them both equally. I wouldn’t have been in that predicament, there on my knees, if it wasn’t for Adam.

  “Go ahead, suck it.”

  When he gripped his dick and pressed it against my lips, I allowed it to slip between. Luckily, I was too numb to taste, smell or even feel him in my mouth. I thought about biting it off. The only thing that stopped me was knowing that a blow to the head could be fatal. I knew if I bit his dick off, he was going to try and bludgeon me.

  He used my head to guide himself in and out of my mouth. His hand tightened around my jaw, signaling to me that he was close or orgasm. While he was distracted, I eased my hand under the sofa cushion to remove the blade Adam had taken from me the night he kidnapped me. I’d found it when I was snooping through his things and had taken it back. I always kept it close by, just in case. I was living with an unstable person after all.

  One moment I had it tightly gripped in my hand, feeling powerful again. In the next moment I was no longer holding it. Liquid warmed my face at the same time that pain exploded in my head. It took a second for me to realize Adam’s father had hit me with a closed fist in the side of my head. My ears rung, it took what felt like forever for my vision to clear.

  When it did, I looked up to find Adam’s father staring down at me with a look of disbelief on his face. His hands were covered in blood and the knife was laying on the floor at his feet.

  “What the fuck did you do?” he yelled.

  He bent, wobbled, righted himself, and then began to frantically search his pants pockets for what I assumed was his phone. Did he really think he would get away with sexually assaulting me? Maybe he had… Entitlement was part of the American way for white men.

  I watched as he straightened, turned and attempted to backtrack to the sofa. He ended up on his knees before he made it. Calmly, I stood and walked over to where he’d fallen onto his back. He was losing a lot of blood and fast. It was to be expected since I’d stabbed him in his liver, at least I hoped I had. I’d read on the internet that those wounds were almost always fatal unless treated immediately.

  I was giddy at the thought. Nothing in me cared about the fact the he was probably going to die. I took a step back to avoid his hand when he reached for me.

  “Call a fucking ambulance,” he yelled as loud as blood loss would let him.

  He would be rude to the end, I saw.

  “No, I’d rather
watch you bleed to death.”

  “Please. I’ll give you money, I won’t even report it to the police,” he pleaded just like I had before he shoved his dick in my mouth.

  Bending over him I got ready to do just as I said, watch him bleed to death, but his phone ringing distracted me. He used it to his advantage. In a last-ditch effort to save his life, he lunged toward me. Instead of preparing to defend myself, my hands automatically went to my belly. All I could think about was protecting my baby. Then suddenly I was falling… falling… My head slammed against the glass coffee table. I had mere seconds to regret not slitting his throat after stabbing him before everything went black

  E P L O G U E

  Standing outside the house I’d shared with Jenny., I reared back and threw what remained of my pills as hard and as far as I could into the woods. I didn’t need them anymore. Eve had been back almost two years. My son was strong and healthy, on the verge of walking and anybody who stood in our way was gone. Thinking about my son made me smile like always. He was the perfect combination of his mother and I; caramel complexioned with, kinky brown hair.

  Sometimes I’d just sit for hours staring at him. In his bright steel gray eyes, I’d catch flashes of me. I could see he’d inherited more of me than his mother, which was reassuring, I knew if anything happened to me, he’d do anything to protect her like I did.

  She’s going to be mad when she remembers, the voice warned out of the blue

  “She won’t. The doctor said the amnesia’s permeant. It’s been over a year, and she hasn’t remembered a thing from the last ten years,” I answered aloud unafraid to speak to him since I was alone.

  Okay, let’s say that’s true, you’re still going to ruin it, and this time it won’t be just her leaving you. She’ll take your son with her.

  “Shut up,” I barked, wishing he would leave me alone, but he was a result of me not taking my meds. I’d rather live with him than feel like a zombie all the time. “Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? I know I can control my moods.” Now that I had the family I’d always wanted, it was easier. “And even if she does remember, she wouldn’t leave.”

  “Adam.”

  Eve interrupted my conversation from a distance. Turning, I found her holding Damon’s hand, as they made their way toward me.

  “Stay there. It’s too dangerous to come back here,” I yelled, and she stopped right away.

  She bent and whispered something to Damon that caused him to giggle.

  “Come, Daddy. Eat, eat,” he encouraged, waving me over.

  “Just one more second, son.”

  Turning, I had to finish doing what I’d come there to do. Say goodbye forever. I looked down at the two large stones sitting side by side. One marked my bitch of a wife, Jenny’s, grave and the other Michael’s. The images of me wrapping my hands around their necks, squeezing until the fight and breath left their bodies made my dick semi hard. I had intended to let them go like I had promised Eve I would, but it didn’t sit right with me having them around where they could ruin everything. That was what people like them did, they ruined things.

  Speaking of Michael, I pulled his cellphone from my pocket and threw it into the woods like I’d done my meds. I’d been texting Eve on it under the guise of being him for a year, not once had she answered, which meant I no longer needed it.

  Further back in the woods was my mother and father in unmarked graves. There was no way I could have allowed my father to live after what he’d done to Eve. I’d killed him before I even took Eve to the hospital. Used the same knife she had gutted him with to slit his throat.

  Killing my mother came after I watched everything between my father and Eve unfold. I saw everything he had done to her. Heard him call my mother and explain to her what had happened. She had been on her way to pick him up with plans to cover up his mess. You’d think after all he’d done to her, she wouldn’t want to be involved. Her unwavering loyalty to my father’s money earned her a slow death. I took all my fury and hatred for him out on her. She had died like she lived, on her knees.

  Somewhere even further back was Eve’s foster mother. I’d followed Eve on one of her trips back to Atlanta. I didn’t know what had possessed her to go back to see that horrid woman, but she had. Whatever happened in the house ended with her trying to cover up her death. She managed to get the body to her grandfather’s house but did a shabby job at burying her. I made sure no one would ever find out what she done.

  There were three other bodies. The man who followed her home and Davis were there.

  Who didn’t know you were going to kill him? the voice said then laughed.

  Of course, I was. He had hurt Eve.

  Really? the voice taunted. You facilitated that hurt when you hired Bianca.

  “Semantics. I didn’t guide his dick into her pussy.”

  Speaking of Bianca… She was back there somewhere, too. She’d decided to try and bribe me. Stupid, stupid girl.

  Maybe you should say a prayer, the voice urged.

  I laughed but decided to play along. “Dear sky fairy, I hope they all burn in hell if there is one. Amen,” I whispered, then busted out into a fit of laughter.

  “What’s so funny?” Eve called out.

  “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

  I turned away from the past and jogged over to where my new life stood. I picked up my son and headed toward the house. It would be torn down the next day. The land would never be sold, so no one could ever discover the graveyard. I would never return, unless of course I found Dwight. Even though Eve claimed to like what he’d done to her, he should have never touched her. She was a child, and he took what should have been mine.

  I side-eyed Adam as I took his hand. Two years ago, it would have been hard as hell to pretend that I didn’t hear him having a full-blown conversation with himself. But I’d become accustomed to pretending.

  I had amnesia. At least that was what everyone thought. When I woke up in the hospital sixteen days after I had been admitted, I couldn’t remember anything. I had post traumatic amnesia from a brain injury. I was told my brain had swollen so drastically, they had to cut out a piece of my skull to save my life. For about an hour or so after I woke up I thought I was still a teen girl living in foster care, not a married woman with a newborn baby. Then I went back to sleep and when I woke up it was all back.

  I only stuck with the amnesia story because it was easier than explaining all that had happened, and by then, Adam had already fed me a crock of bull about us being a big happy family. He didn’t mention his father or my foster mother, who I didn’t kill by the way. I went to her house for closure. I needed to let my hate for her go. We ended up getting into a screaming match and she either stroked out or had a heart attack. She literally keeled over and died in front of me.

  I panicked, scared that I would be blamed for her death, and I buried her. That was it. Sometimes I thought Adam thought I was a killer like him. I would have thought I was if I hadn’t seen him kill his father himself. After hitting my head I’d come to in time to see Adam murder him. He’d tried to beg for his life, even told Adam about my foster mother. Like I’d suspected, Adam confirmed he already knew and had covered it up.

  Out of curiosity, I’d asked about his mother and father on the way home from the hospital. He’d said they were on an extended vacation. Which made me suspect that he’d killed his mother, too, or maybe he’d sent her away. I tried to never think too hard about it. A normal person would have been terrified, but not me. He’d killed for me. He’d saved me from my own careless mistakes. Instead of fearing him, it endeared me to him. For that I forgave him for all his misdeeds and became the woman he wanted. Luckily that involved being myself, with some wife duties. I figured if it all fell apart, Adam would do what he had to do to fix it.