Colt stood motionless in the cramped kitchen as his whole life flashed before his eyes. Not the life he had led up till now but the life he'd be forced to live if his girlfriend wasn't imagining things or simply lying through her scarlet lips.
All the shit he'd been through and those two little words threatened to completely unman him.
The three words he managed to reply with would be equally important.
"Are you sure?"
Colt took a long pull on his beer in an effort to outwardly compose himself. He was not a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, or indeed anywhere fucking else.
Tia cast her eyes downwards and right in that moment he knew
she was talking bollocks. When she looked up and nodded at him shyly however, he stitched a smile onto his face, joined her on the sofa and hugged her.
"Are you happy?"
Are you fucking serious?
"Sure baby, it's just a lot to take in."
Tia straddled his lap and kissed him, pushing herself down against his crotch, her arms winding around his neck possessively.
"I guess there's no more need to be careful then." She purred into his ear.
Colt looked her in the eye and simply checked out of the relationship emotionally. He had always liked that Tia was a scheming little minx, it kept him on his toes. This was something else though. He wasn't going to stand for her being manipulative like this. Telling him she's pregnant and then getting him to ditch the condoms to make it happen would be devious even for her. He knew they had been on and off recently but their blazing rows erupted into rough sex that he had developed quite a taste for. A pattern had emerged that he had thought suited them both, until she tried to tear a strip off him in public and had been humiliated by him for her trouble.
Tia's long, fake talons were attacking his flies now, her dark brown tits heaving under his nose. Coltrane dragged himself out of his reverie. He snatched her hand away a bit too roughly, squeezed too hard. Suddenly she was squealing at him but all he felt was numb, inside and out. He tipped her sideways off of him and stood, not trusting himself with her while he was this full of doubt.
"I'm gonna get some more beers." He snapped, brooking no argument. Colt headed out the door and jogged down the stairs instead of waiting for the rickety lift. Running. He was running from her.
He had never once run from a damn thing his entire life.
He slowed to a brisk walk as he hit the street. Black men running across council estates at night tended to attract attention. Within fifteen minutes he was at the supermarket and along with beer he snatched up a triple pack of pregnancy tests. He was highly suspicious that he had seen no test in her flat, that she hadn't kept the test and offered to show it to him.
Would she lie about this? Possibly. They had been growing apart lately. Arguing more.
When he got back to the flat he put the beer in the fridge and popped a fresh can that was already cold, rolling it against his forehead, steeling himself.
An hour later Tia had called him every name under the sun. She had been highly insulted that he wanted her to take another test in front of him. She had argued, cajoled and even attempted to seduce him again. What she had not done was tearing him up inside now. Making him angry. He crushed his latest empty can, tossed it and then stood over her where she sat on the sofa.
"Just do the tests."
She opened her mouth to argue again and he lost his patience with her. Colt yanked Tia up by her hair and dragged her to the bathroom. His fist curled but he kept a lid on his ire. He had never hit her before and she could be pregnant. He yanked her knickers down while she clawed at him and then dumped her on the toilet. He ripped open a packet and thrust the contents down between her legs.
"Piss on the fucking stick." He snarled, one big hand holding her down onto the toilet by her shoulder, disturbingly close to her throat.
Whether it was fright or compliance he would never know but a warm stream of liquid ran over his fingers and he smirked with satisfaction. Colt then retreated and sat with his back to the bathroom door while she finished her business and washed up.
A blue line formed on the stick, a single blue line. Colt sat motionless. Tia, determined to go down swinging, attempted damage control.
"You can't reply on those cheap supermarket tests Col, I'll go down the doctor's tomorrow. Please just calm down."
Colt stood and stepped towards her, his 6 foot 5 inch frame dwarfing her even though she was tall for a woman. He held the stick up in front of her face, letting her smell her own piss on it. His expression was one of mild disgust and contempt as he stared her down.
"There are three of these. You can rely on three. You want to do this two more times Tia? Because I will make you do this two more times."
Finally her face crumpled and she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry Col, I just didn't want to lose you. It felt like I was losing you."
Coltrane just saw red.
It was like he was watching from behind his eyes while someone else grabbed Tia by the throat and punched her in the gut, where the baby would have been. Someone else got rock hard at how scared she was, the tears splashing down her face as she fought to breathe. Someone else bent her over the sink and drove his 12 inch cock up into her dry asshole, the asshole she had never let him near, while his big hand muffled her screams. Someone else grunted and thrust with savage force until he had made her take every last inch, while hot, fresh blood ran down over his balls. It wasn't him who smashed her face sideways into the mirror and fucked her in such a violent frenzy that it felt like mere seconds before he yanked his cock out of her, put her on her knees and blew his load all over her face. Afterwards, as he was coming back to himself, he bent low and regarded her, shaking and sobbing on the floor.
"You weren't losing me." He lied. "But you have now."
Colt walked into the lounge and scanned the room. He grabbed their mobiles and took the batteries out. There was no house phone. He locked her door and hid her keys, along with the batteries. He returned to the bathroom and got in the shower. When he was done she still hadn't moved. She was weeping.
"You should wash." He told her. The sooner she rinsed away all trace of the rape the better. He went back into the lounge and grabbed another beer, sitting on the sofa.
He had raped her. He was a rapist. He had beaten and assfucked her. What the hell was going to happen now? He could not go to jail, that couldn't happen. He already had responsibilities without Tia's imaginary fucking kid.
He had never felt so alive. So utterly sated. He had always known he liked rough sex but fuck, he really was a sick bastard. He heard Tia showering and breathed a huge sigh of relief. What should his next move be? How could he possibly get away with this?
When Tia finally emerged wrapped in a towel he launched a full scale charm offensive.
"Baby, I'm so sorry... what have I done to you? Baby come here."
He pulled her gently into his arms and marvelled at the fact she wasn't fighting him and trying to call the cops. He held her close and stroked her gently, kissing her tenderly on the lips and looking into her eyes with what he hoped was a successful attempt at sincerity.
"I'm so sorry Tia... you just made me so
"He continued to hold her, snuggling her onto his lap and kissing her until her lips parted and she let him gently explore her mouth. He cradled and fussed over her for what felt like a long time, then finally chanced his arm.
"Apologise for lying to me like that, about something so important. Then we can put all of this behind us."
He felt her stiffen and braced himself for being told to go to hell. Instead, she lifted her big brown eyes and spoke in a contrite and submissive tone that he had never heard from her.
"I'm so sorry Colt. I'll never do anything like that again."
He picked her up in his arms like a baby, still wrapped in her bath-towel, carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He tucked her in like a child and lay on top of the covers beside her, spooning her very gently and kissing the back of her neck. She gave a small sigh of capitulation and he knew he was home free.
"Listen baby." He murmured into her neck. "I got shit to do tomorrow, so I'm gonna head back across the estate and sleep at home tonight. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Ok Col." She replied, where normally she would have loudly argued the toss. He knew she was still in shock but even so, she was so quiet and... docile. Somehow, in a dark and twisted part of Colt's mind that served to justify what he had done to her.
Coltrane held her till she drifted off and then crept out of the bedroom. He replaced her phone where he had found it and quietly undid the deadlock on her front door. Instead of running, he bounced down the stairs this time, humming to himself.