Generation 1 Chapter 11: Amani Vista

 

Walking up the front porch steps, I couldn’t help but smile. My life was amazing, it nearly resembled perfection. I have a loving husband and two adorable children, what more could I ask for? Not to mention the ultrasound had gone flawlessly, the baby was growing right on track and appeared to be perfectly healthy. I had my dream job, and a flourishing home. In fact, Concord had dropped me off at home so he could head out and order some lumber for additional extensions. 

 

“Amani, you’re home so soon!” Brock greeted as I stepped through the doorway. “How’d the appointment go?”

“Great, no problems as of now,” I remarked, patting my stomach. 
“That’s phenomenal news!” he agreed, a bit too enthusiastically.
“So how were the kids?”
“What kids?” he asked, staring intently at something on my face.
I whipped out a tissue and wiped my noise before laughing, “You know… Bee. Amanda.” 
“Only joking!” he smiled. “They were… very understanding and cooperative.”

 

“That’s great! Well, I’m just going to go pop in and say hi, then,” I announced, heading in the direction of their room.

Abruptly, Brock grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, “What do you say we, uh, just sit out hear? And talk?”
Frightened by his firm grasp, I obliged, “S-sure.”

 

He hastily led me to the couch where he propped me down next to him. Unsure of how to react, I sat there in the awkward silence, contemplating what to do.

“This is…” Brock started, trailing off with a smile.
“Excessively weird?” I finished bluntly.
“I was going to say romantic,” he corrected.  

 

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head, and I blinked repeatedly to make sure the scene in front of me was actually realistic rather than a figment of my imagination. “Excuse me?”

“What? Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t think this is romantic! Just you… Me… And this couch…”
“Brock, I’m married,” I declared, stressing the last word heavily.  

 

“No one says you can’t still have a little fun,” he flirted, inching closer.

I immediately bolted out of my seat, “Actually, you know what, I did. In my vows, on my wedding day, which you attended!”
“Please, no one actually follows through with that crap. Do you need me to remind you about the current divorce rate in our country?”
A sudden cry sounded from the girls’ room in response to the insult, “Mommy! Mom, help us! Please, Mom! Please!”

 

“What did you do to them?” I gasped, sprinting to their bedroom. 

“Amani, wait, I can explain!” Brock begged, standing up and racing after me. Before I had the chance to reach their room, Brock restrained me from behind. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Amani.” He spun me around, dipping me as if we were in the middle of a dance routine. Hungrily, he began to lean it to kiss me, his hands slowly slipping lower and lower down my back. Reacting on pure instinct, I took a supporting hand away from his back and punched him where the sun don’t shine. 
That sure got an immediate reaction. Instantly, he dropped me, and proceeded to fall backwards into the wall. As if the pain I had just inflicted wasn’t enough, he banged his head against the wall, knocking him unconscious instantaneously. Thankfully, I was prepared for my landing, and caught myself on my elbows and forearms.  

Three hours and a lengthy interrogation with Bee and the police later, Brock left our house with multiple child and sexual abuse charges. I can’t believe I had actually once been friends with such a deranged, conceited man…

All that matters now, though, is that my family and I are together and safe from once less creep in the world.