05:30, 2018.
I quickly stopped my alarm. My wife shifted uncomfortably in the other bed and then the quiet snoring continued. I sighed and made my way quietly into the bathroom. I took a shower and quickly dressed up. I made my way to my children's bedroom. The little twin devils were still asleep. I kissed my son's forehead and gently shook him.
"James, wake up. You need to get ready for school."
He rolled to the other side, "Five mo-"
"No. Not falling for that."
"Ugh," he sighed as he woke up.
"When will it end," Jamie groaned as she woke up.
"When you go to heaven," I said walking over and kissing her.
"Hehehe! Goth girls go down under!"
"At least I don't have a face only a father could tolerate!"
BONK!
"Stop that! Now get ready before you make me mad,"
"Sorry dad," they coed together as they rubbed their heads.
"Be quick, today's a special day after all!"
They did not share my enthusiasm and looked a bit saddened. The moment I closed the door behind me I immediately heard them bickering again. He sighed. They insulted each other to the face but complimented the other behind their back. How insincere.
(How did I even raise two tsunderes?)
I made my way to the kitchen and quickly prepared my wife's favorite, Roasted Pepper Shakshuka, along with my kids' favorite meals. He did make enough Shakshuka for the kids though. Soon enough, the kids came down dressed in their uniforms, absolutely amazed.
"Daaaang, the chef has struck again! God, I'm already salivating!" James said quickly flying into his seat.
"Some goblin still wouldn't appreciate it..."Jamie shot back.
After some quiet, James nervously laughed, "Hey! I appreciate dad's cooking from time to time!"
I looked at the clock.
06:35.
"...well I guess we can pray first," I said.
I held their hands, prayed for their food, my children's and wife's successful day and for future blessings to follow them. My daughter sighed.
"You're too persistent."
"....In prayer?" I asked.
"Uh-oh, the devil's already calling her, atheists, am I right dad?" James snickered.
"James that's too far gone. A lack of faith doesn't-"
"-equate a lack of character, I know, I'm just joking dad."
I patted his head, "Atta boy."
"It was robbed not that it was lacking," Jamie said.
"What was robbed?" A voice came from the stairs.
"Oh honey!" I got up and went up for a kiss.
She pulled back and stopped me. Jamie clicked.
"What's this?"
"Oh, don't you remember Crystal! It's our anniversary! Thought I'd make it special!" I said smiling.
She rolled her eyes and sat down. Everyone started eating. The kids started gobbling their food, especially the Shakshuka. Periodically making, erm, orgasmic faces. Slightly worrying as their father but nothing to fret about. Suddenly, Crystal slammed the table.
"What is this? Why does it taste so bland?"
"Oh, I'm sor-"
"God why can't you do anything right?! I give you my life and two children and you can't even cook right?!"
"I can fi-"
"This is what I get for settling!" she said as she flung the tray of shakshuka.
A bit of the shakshuka got in my eye, irritating it making me wince as I desperately tried to get it out. Jamie immediately shot up amidst James trying to stop her.
"Don't throw food at dad! That was all ours not just yours!"
She clicked her tongue and raised her hand. Jamie glared at her as James shook a bit.
"Stop it! They have nothing to do with my cooking!" I said.
"Tch! I'm going out with friends! Don't call me!" she said as she left the house banging the door behind her.
"Are you ok dad?" Jamie said as she and her brother rushed to me.
"I'm alright, just a bit of eye iritation."
"...well, at least we know it was seasoned." James said trying to lighten the mood.
I laughed, "I guess we can!"
Jamie didn't appreciate the joke though. I washed my eye thoroughly with some clean water and had them finish breakfast.
"Dad what about you?" Jamie asked.
"Not hungry, now get in the car before you're late."
Despite their concerns, I drove them all the way to school to drop them off.
"You sure you shouldn't take a day off?" James asked.
"Whose gonna feed your microtransaction addiction?"
He laughed, "Yeah, thanks dad."
"Sure, no problem."
James got out of the backseat and ran off into school. Jamie was still on the front seat fumbling through her bag and holding something in it.
"Anything wrong honey?"
She squirmed a bit before quickly handing me a paper and looking away. It was a drawing of the both of us and a writing that said "Best dad ever!!". I could feel my heart melting!
"When did you get this good?!" I said as I hugged her beaming with joy.
"I've been...erm..practicing for you," she said as she twirled her hair, "you know, father's day and all."
"Aww, thanks darling," I said as I pulled out a briefcase with some other drawings.
"You still have them?! I thought I threw them away!"
"Yeap," I said with a proud smirk, "I am the one who collects what's thrown out, sad I missed some of 'em"
I could see a fervent blush develop across her face, "...they're embarassing."
"No, they're precious!"
To that she looked away and threw furtive glances at me before turning again and quickly kissed me on the cheek and jumping out of the car.
"Hey dad,"
"Yes?"
"Try standing up for yourself the way you do for us, ok?"
I was taken aback for a moment, "Alright, I'll try."
She smiled and closed the door. As she did so I heard some of her friends chanting 'daddy's girl' to her very explosive dismay. I sighed and drove off. A little while later my phone rang.
"Wassup."
"Sup. Your manager here-"
"I know, you think I'm blind?"
"...listen here you lil shi- *sigh*, fuck it. You got promoted to a branch manager in New Hampshire. Get ready to move."
"Huh? Really!? How?!"
"I did some handy work~"
"...you stroked some di-"
"You sick fuck! No! I'd actually have to do that if you were as lazy as when we're gaming! Just don't come to work alright?! It's a free day for you. Supplementary bonus money has been wired to your account. Go wild. Get a better PC while you're at it. Don't want you blaming lag tonight!"
"Cool, I'll be on it! Thanks a lot!"
"You don't sound as happy as I expected."
"...want me to suck you-"
He hang up immediately. I sighed. I got a bit giddy. Now I can probably buy some stuff. I drove home but stopped by a shopping mall. Bought the new console for my son, a drawing tablet for my daughter and a new dress for my wife and drove back home. As I unpacked the gifts, I realized I had forgotten to get a better PC. I relegated that to the future and continued to the house as I smiled and got a bit excited.
(I wonder how happy they'll be to hear about it!)
I opened the door and got in. Immediately I could tell something was off. There were two pairs of shoes. One I knew was Crystal's but the other I couldn't tell. I dismissed it thinking it was just another friend at the house. I could also hear subtle squeaking. I was confused. As I made my way upstairs, I could now hear moans. It was Crystal.
(Is she masturbating?)
When I got close to the door and slightly opened it, I at first couldn't comprehend what was happening. I thought it was some type of joke. A big muscular man had my wife pinned down on the floor and slamming his dick right into her pussy. He pulled her up by the hair and forced her to switch to doggy style.
"You like that, don't you you bitch!" He said slamming his dick into her.
"Nyes!!!! Please! More!"
"Tell me, whose bitch are you?"
"Yours and only yours!" she said her tongue out as he pumped his dick right into her.
I had had enough. I slammed the door open and they froze for a moment.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?!" Crystal yelled trying to get up but the man stopped her.
"Oho, it's the beta male," he said as he dragged her up by the hair and pushed his dick deeper into her, "this your bit-"
I punched the guy straight in the face causing him to stumble back.
"YOU BASTARD!"
I tried punching him again but he easily weaved my punch and landed a right hook straight to the chin, sending me flying to the ground. I started blacking out right as he pinned her to the wall and continued fucking her. Like I wasn't even there. In all my life I had never felt so pathetic. Everything went black after that.
A splash of cold water jolted me awake. I looked around dazed, a bright light looming overhead and a blurry figure sitting before me. The anger quickly roused within me and I tried to get up to punch him only to realize I was chained to the table. Suddenly, a baton struck at my head making my ears ring painfully as I dropped back to the chair.
"Tch! What'd we expect from this degenerate scum."
It was only now that I could discern their blue uniforms. The baton to the head only exasperated my daze.
"Greg Quagmire. You are here be under investigation for alleged abuse and domestic violence against your wife Crystal Lionheart."
"What?! I did no such thing!"
Another baton quickly struck me right across the face. I started bleeding. The ringing in my ears worsened and a severe headache developed.
"Of course you didn't. Bastards like you would never admit it!"
He shook his head.
"Co-operate with us and we can make this easy for you. Your facing 2 decades in prison, be careful of what path you choose to ta-"
"I didn't do it! What evidence do you even have?!"
The other policeman was about to strike me but he was stopped.
"So you're saying the woman lied? So the woman lied and your son also lied right?" He chuckled.
My eyes shot up in shock.
"Your son has testified against you and for his mother,"
"No way that happened!"
"Oh but yes it did and apparently a friend of hers was the one to come to the saving, you've got 3 witnesses in this case."
I couldn't believe it. I kind of expected the two to conjure up a story but my son? Something was off.
"You know, I had a daughter once...and bastards like you," he said unzipping his pants, "are the reason why she isn't here with us. Pin him down!"
The policeman slammed my head against the table and pulled my pants down.
"What're you doing! Get your hands off me! Justice will be served if you continue!"
"Justice? That doesn't exist for bastards like you. And haven't you heard? '#Believeallwomen'. Women can now fight bastards like you! You're no longer protected by the patriarchy!" he said and smacked my butt.
I immediately kicked him in the groin. He screamed in pain.
"Damn bastard! That's it I'm going to teach you a lesson."
I tried kicking him again but the two police officers already took precautions. He tried pushing his dick into my anus but couldn't for a while.
"What a tight anus you got here,"
Another police officer passed by the room and I screamed for help. He turned and looked through the glass.
"You saw nothing,"
He nodded and left. Shattering all hopes I had. He used the opportunity to push his dirty dick into me. I groaned in pain and gasped for air.
"That's right! Get used to it!"
Three hours later they and couple other policemen and policewomen tossed me into my jail cell as I awaited trial. Some snickered and others laughed, stating they've got a new toy. The ringing in my head was louder, the headache had gotten so bad it felt as if my brain was banging against my skull and I could feel my consciousness slip every second. I slowly lost my vision followed by my hearing. I wondered if my children were ok. The thought of those bastards parenting them and even worse convincing them of their hoax stories made my heart palpitate if only for a moment.
"...Jamie....James..." I croaked.