Monica began screaming at the top of her lungs, praying for any kind of help that may come.
The figure pulled her to her feet and spun her around to face him/her.
“Be quiet!” a familiar voice said.
Monica saw who it was and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh my God! JC, it’s just you! Oh my God!”
“Just me?” JC grinned.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I was just looking around, and I didn’t know anyone was here…”
“That’s not what I meant either. I want to know why you’re here.”
“JC, you know why I’m here. My son was taken four years ago, and now some clue has popped up that the cops are totally going to ignore, and then where will I be? I’m not going to let that happen this time. I’m going to do it myself.”
JC sucked in his breath. He knew this would happen. “Our son,” he corrected softly.
Monica’s face grew pale. “No, JC, don’t say that…”
“You can’t deny it. Justin is not the real father.”
“Don’t say that! Don’t bring that up! You’re the one who--”
“Don’t pin this on me! It’s just as much your fault as it is mine!” JC yelled as he walked over to Monica. He picked her up, carried her into the next room, and slammed her down on the sofa. Crawling on top of her before she could get away, he continued to yell at her.
“JC, what are you doing?! Stop right now! Get off me!” Monica started crying as JC’s hands encircled her throat.
“I wanna hear you say it! Justin is not the father! Say it!”
“No! Just let me go! I won’t tell anybody! Please!”
JC tightened his grip on her throat, his eyes burning with rage. “You’re such a stupid, lying bitch! Now say it! Justin is not the father of our son!”
“I can’t--” Monica choked out. “JUSTIN IS NOT THE FATHER OF OUR SON!”
“Who’s the father then?” JC taunted.
Afraid she would suffocate, Monica blurted out, “You are!”
JC took his hands from her throat and got off her. “You never forget that. Next time you try to keep my son away from me, and try to play him off as Justin’s, you remember that.” He started to the door, but turned back. “You know where your son is now.”
Monica sat up and hugged herself, as if protecting herself from him. “You mean that you took him that night?”
“Yeah. I did. I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”
“JC, how could you strangle that girl? Kill an innocent person?”
JC’s eyes clouded over. “The same way you could keep a secret from Justin. But it won’t be a secret for long.”
“You mean you’re gonna tell him? You can’t do that!”
“I can! You cheated on Justin and got a baby out of the deal, and he should know.”
“JC, please don’t do this to me! You can keep Justin Jr.!”
“Justin Jr.? Just where the hell did you get that name? It should be Joshua Jr.! But no, Justin had to marry a bitch like you! They have a word for people like you, dear Monica: sluts.”
He slammed the door shut and Monica fell to the floor. She couldn’t face Justin now. What would she do now? She would have to get to Justin first.
Jumping up, she ran out of the apartment and to her car. “Oh no, JC…you wouldn’t…” she murmured.
Her tires were slashed, and a group of gangsters were heading towards her.