The boys got the milk and the eggs and other heavy items, while I got the seasonings and the fruit we needed. I heard faint whispering and looked up two see two women looking at me with sneers and commenting on my stomach. I kept my head down however and continued to look. It seemed when a white woman was pregnant it was a beautiful thing, but when a Negro is pregnant, it's disgusting and an abomination. I continued to move on until I was back near the front of the store and I looked out the large window on the side and saw a face paling site. Charlie Rakes was standing at another store talking with another police man. He was still in a grey suit with slick hair and hatred in his eyes. He had on a grey coat that was slick and shiny. I felt my hand move to my stomach as thoughts sunk into my head about what he had done.
I could hear it so clearly in my head…
"Are you going to cum Eula?" he asked, "Tell me you're going to cum."
He rubbed my clit even harder and I felt it all building up inside me.
"I'm gonna cum." I whimpered and he gripped my hips slamming our bodies together and I was I cried out even louder.
"I'm going to cum inside." he said. I groaned now and began to shake my head.
"No don't cum inside!" I panted and he continued to thrust deeper.
I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I brought my mind back to reality only to see Charlie looking dead at me with a serious glare. I felt paralyzed by his stare and in seconds I saw him starting to walk onto the snowy street towards the store and I felt my heart beat began to race and I knew I couldn't be in such a stressful state of mind at the moment. I turned and moved back down a random aisle wondering where my brothers were. The store was a good size so they could be aisles away, but I knew it was quiet enough for my voice to be heard. I looked around shocked to see I was yet again in the section where bottles and diapers were sold. Arliss was walking down the aisle with his arms full of eggs and when he saw me he motioned his head to his right.
"Come on Eula let's go." he said and I was relieved to see him. I knew he and Ray could keep me calm and safe. I waddled towards him with the fruit and other items clutched to my chest and when we made it to Ray, who was handing items to the cashier, the door opened and in comes Charlie Rakes. The three of us paused as we saw him walk in and he let his high and mighty eyes fell on us. Ray was in front of me and Arliss was behind me watching and observing. Rakes smirked slowly approaching us.
"Ah the Kincade children. I haven't heard any commotion from your family in the last few months. I can only assume it's because of the little… unexpected pregnancy in the family?" he asked. The cashier bagged our items and Ray glared at the man.
"Our business is not one of yours Rakes." he said calmly. Rakes smirked.
"Oh and how do you know this? This business can be more and more my business as the days draw near." he said. Now he was making me uneasy and I was ready to go so I patted Ray's shoulders to get him to move forward. Ray glanced at me and then looked back at Rakes with a frown slowly gliding off his coat and wrapping it around me.
"You stay the hell away from my family deputy Charlie Rakes." he commanded and began to maneuver us towards the door. As we walked Rakes glanced at me with a smirk and something in the pit of my mind told me I would be seeing him again. Once we were all in the car, Ray drove off.
"Ugh that fucker will have his day. He's shut down most of the bootlegging gangs already. Where will this town be without its alcohol?" Arliss asked crossing his arms.
"I don't know, but all he is is a dirty cop. We can handle ourselves if we stay clear of him and the cops." Ray explained. I was too busy looking down at my stomach, rubbing it slowly. I couldn't be Rakes had thoughts that the child I carried could be his. I could see it all again in my mind. How he cuffed me to the bed, how he touched me, how he thrust into me. I felt sick for a moment and looked out the window hoping I didn't throw up. Forrest's face came into my mind and I felt somewhat better, but of course that one question played in my head.
What if the child wasn't Forrest's?
The boys dropped me off at the bar and this time Jack and Bertha was there. Howard and Forrest had gone off somewhere and I needed comfort. I moved to the back room where Forrest and I slept and I just lied on the bed on my back just sad as I could be, thoughts prickling my mind. The door slowly opened and Bertha moved in and closed the door behind her.
"Eula…are you alright? Are you feeling stomach pains?" she asked. I sighed and sat up a bit and shook my head.
"It's not right Bertha…none of it is." I whispered and she tilted her head.
"What do you mean?" she asked moving to sit by me our shoulders touching a bit. I looked for a second, tears sliding down my face.
"Only Forrest knows and I think he never wants to talk about it because he's scared too." I sobbed. Bertha looked even more concerned.
"Knows what? What are you talking about?" she asked, her tone a bit high with worry. I looked up at her.
"Back in May before I was pregnant…Rakes raped me. And now I don't know who the baby's father is because the next day I had sex with Forrest." I cried. Her eyes widen with shock and I started sobbing now, but quietly so Jack couldn't hear me. Her arms snaked around me and she pulled me close.
"Oh Eula…I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything to the police?" she asked. I pulled back and looked at her.
"Bertha I'm a Negro. No one cares except my family, if I was raped. That's how life is for colored folks. And I haven't even told them and no one can know. Only you and Forrest." I said softly. We could hear the door of the bar open up and we looked up and heard Howard's voice and then Forrest's low toned voice. I began to wipe my cheeks away of the tears and Bertha looked at me with soft eyes.
"I won't tell." she said and I nodded and hugged her.
"Thank you." I said and hugged her. The door opened and Forrest was standing in the door way and he looked down at us with a suspicious look.
"What's going on?" he asked in his usual low tone. I couldn't think of anything to say because I could not lie to Forrest. Bertha stood up.
"She was having stomach pains so I was comforting her." she explained and Forrest arched a brow before nodding.
"Alright well we brought home some dinner. Steak and vegetables." he said and we both nodded and Bertha helped me up. She smiled.
"Let's get cooking." she said with happiness and I smiled more showing my thanks.