Monica started to panic. The gangsters looked very tough, with ripped jeans, leather jackets, long hair, and several piercings.
“JC, how could you do this to me?” Monica screamed as she kicked the tires.
One of the tough men pulled out a gun while another slammed her against the car. “Give me all of your money, the keys to your car, credit cards, everything!” he ordered.
Monica had no choice but to hand them over. They ran off and she sighed.
A long, sleek car pulled up to the curb where she sat. “Get in,” a voice growled. Monica looked up to see JC in the driver’s seat.
“Why are you here?” Monica asked, standing up.
“I just saw you get mugged, and I’m not about to let you get killed. I think Justin will do that by himself,” JC explained.
“Get away from me, JC, ok?”
JC leaped out of the car and was by Monica’s side before she could even blink. He grabbed her arm. “You’re not going anywhere by yourself in this side of town. Believe it or not, I do care about you. Now get in the car.”
Pulling her along, JC shoved Monica into the car and they sped off.
She didn’t say much the whole way. Monica just stared out the window and wondered what would have happened if she had never gone into the apartment in the first place…
“Home sweet home,” JC said sarcastically as he held open the car door for her.
Monica got out and pushed JC away from her, heading to the door. After knocking, Justin answered. He looked surprised to see JC with his wife at the door, but invited them in anyway.
“Monica has got something to tell you.” JC pointed at her and Justin gazed at her expectantly.
“Justin, he’s crazy--” Monica began, but JC cut her off.
“Justin Jr. is not your baby; it’s mine.” JC turned to Monica and smirked. “There, I said it for you.”
Justin stood there for a second, stunned. “Is that true, Monica?”
Monica felt tears come to her eyes. “Yes.”
“Monica, why?” Justin had tears streaming down his face.
She looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t know, Justin, but I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
“Where’s our son then?” Justin was asking Monica, but he looked at JC.
“I have him,” JC said. “And since he is my son, I don’t plan to give him back.”
Jessica came running in then. “Uncle Jayceeeee!” she shrieked as she grabbed onto his legs and grinned up at him.
JC smiled and threw Jessica up in the air. She laughed delightedly.
“Is she JC’s kid, too, Monica? Just how many times did you cheat?” Justin pulled Monica into the kitchen.
“No…Jessica is yours.”
“Answer my other question: how many times did you cheat?”
“Once, Justin, once! Ok? What did you want me to say?”
“Once is enough,” Justin said softly. “You kept this secret from me for at least six years. I love you more than life itself, and I think I deserve a reason why you felt you had to cheat on me with my best friend.”
“I didn’t have a reason, Justin. I guess I just always had a crush on JC, and I finally was alone with him one time, and I--”
“I understand.” Justin sighed and rubbed his eyes. “JC kidnapped Justin Jr. and murdered someone. He’s going to have to go on trial.” He picked up the phone, dialed the police, and pretty soon, JC was being held in custody and had a trial dated for next month. Monica and Justin would have to testify.