Murder She Wrote

Chapter One.

We met in college. Micheal was tall, dark and handsome. The moment I saw him I knew he was the one nothing like the men I had dated in my past. He had manners out of this world. He was so smart and intelligent. The whitest smile you could ask for. We met in study hall. I was having the worst time in math that summer. Usually I wouldn't be taking summer classes, but because I wasn't doing so well my professor encouraged me to come back for a few weeks in the summer. Micheal was excellent in math and worked full time in the summer as a tutor. I remember the day he walked in classroom 208B. I was texting my best friend Tiffany asking what we were doing for lunch that day. I was actually paying no attention as he spoke. “If i could have everyone's attention we are here to learn not socialize and share memes”he joked. I honestly felt he was kind of rude, but I did as he said because he was right. I put my phone away and took out my laptop, notebook and pen. I guess I was making too much noise because when I looked up everyone was looking at me including Micheal. “Are you ready…Ms?” he asked implying he didn't know my name.

“Monica” I replied.

“Ms.Monica, are you ready?” he asked again this time saying my name.

“Yes, I'm ready.” I answered so embarrassed.

“Okay then let's begin.”

Over the next three months me and Micheal had gotten more acquainted.

We studied together. Lunch dates. Movie nights. Before we knew it it was graduation time. 

Eleven months later Micheal and I were in love, bestfriends, and planning a wedding. Everything was so perfect his family loved me and I could say the love from my family was the same. The wedding had come and gone. We bought our first house. Our careers were excellent. s*x life was amazing, we had vacations, we threw elegant ball-Room parties.

After a year of enjoying our lives, and working hard, we decided to start a family. 

It didn't take us long. A couple of weeks later we were expecting. We were excited. We went to every Doctors appointments. The day we found out he was a boy, Micheal could not stop crying. He was so overjoyed. He called everyone to let them know that we were having a son. He couldn't wait to teach and play sports with our son. We called in an interior decorator for his room and shopped until we dropped. I don't think we ever went into a*****e without bringing something home for our baby boy. He chose his name. I wanted to name him after his dad of course but Micheal said he had an “old person's” name and hated his name growing up. So he named him Kai’Syn Raine-Micheal Towers. Simple. Cute. Unique and I actually fell in love with it. 

Micheal and I were at one of our favorite restaurants. When all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain. I wrote it off as a braxton hick contraction. I guess Mike could see that I wasn't feeling well. 

“Are you okay babe?” he asked.

“Yes i'm fine, the baby must have kicked me to hard.'' I replied.

For the rest of the night I was just fine. No more kicks or pain after however I did feel nauseous. I continued to eat my dinner. Thinking that maybe i was just hungry. Or the baby didn't like the smell of a certain food that filled up the restaurant. After we ate dinner, we headed home. I went straight to the shower and headed to bed soon after. I didn't notice but Micheal commented on how swollen my feet and ankles were. We chopped it up to us being busy all day, running errands, and shopping. Soon after we fell asleep. 

I couldn't get comfortable. My back was hurting and my stomach was cramping. This went on for about an hour. Then I was finally able to get some rest. I thought I was peeing on myself, but the flow was uncontrollable. 

"Micheal I think my water just broke." I said calmly as I rolled to his side of the bed.

"Monica are you sure? You're only 7 months."

"I'm positive Mike." I threw the covers off my legs. His face went ghost. I looked down. 

And it was pure blood. 

"NO NO NO OH MY GOD NO '' I shouted as I jumped off the bed almost defying gravity.

"Micheal no let's go." I shouted.

We bolted out the door still in our pjs, no time for a change of clothes. I could feel myself fainting away, going in and out of consciousness. All I could remember is the sounds of machines around me, as I blacked out for the last time. 

That was 2 years ago. Two years ago I had to deliver our dead baby an experience that neither one of us was able to enjoy or not enjoy. Micheal wasn't allowed in the operating room and I was damn near dying. The doctors don’t know what happened. I made all my appointments. His heartbeat was stronger than ever. Ultrasound after ultrasound proved that our little guy was as healthy as ever, of course I blamed myself and sometimes going through things like an unexpected death can bring out the bad even in your spouse. He blamed me. “You had one job Monica” he would scold me sometimes. I worked in the baby unit, how could I not realize something was wrong with me at the restaurant?  Other times he would reassure me that it wasn’t my fault “God needed him more.” I could tell that even those words were hard to slip off of his tongue. 

We turned into moral enemies, the same man that I fell in love with in college, was now the man that I hated more than anything in this world. How could he blame me for losing our son? I carried him for 7 months and did everything right. “For sicknesses and health, rich or poor, through the good and the bad” we were supposed to be one. Is all I could think about most nights. 

I would go into Kai’syn’s elephant themed room and sit for hours in the rocking chair staring at the crib tears flowing from my eyes. One day Micheal  walked in and said “Let’s try again Monica, we can always try again the fighting and being angry at eachother has got to stop”.  A few months later I was pregnant again. We were so happy, but we stayed cautious to the point that everything stressed me out and not to mention morning sickness wouldn’t allow me to eat hardly anything other than that the baby was healthy. At 17 weeks I miscarried just seven months after Kai’syn I f*****g miscarried again . Could you imagine it? No you couldn’t. What was wrong with me? How come I couldn’t be fruitful and multiply? After that depression had crept in like never before. I stopped going to work and eventually stayed at home all day other than frequent trips to the liquor store. I grew dark rings around my eyes that came along with bags. I stayed so drunk that most days I didn’t even know what day of the week it was. Micheal? At this point who the hell was Micheal? I didn’t know that man. His deep hate for me could fill up an entire room and if looks could kill I'd be a dead b***h. I noticed that he would stay gone longer on business trips but I thought that he didn’t want to be home with me or he just needed time to process the loss of our second child. I would hardly see him anymore.

One night I was drinking , when I heard my husband’s laptop going off. It was going off more than usual. I never prowled through my husband's things. Something told me to get up and check. Another part of me knew that once I walked to the laptop my walk away would ruin my life forever. I took a chance just glancing. “Virgo'' and that was enough for me. I decided not to look for anything else. I walked into Kai’syn room with the bottle of Hennessy in my hand. I sat in the rocking chair and threw the bottle back, and cried. The more I got drunk the more I cried. My whole life was turned upside down. “Who the hell is Virgo and why the hell were they texting and talking so frequently. I immediately felt sick to my stomach. I knew I couldn’t drink my life away, but cope with being a woman that couldn’t birth children and a wife who no longer makes her husband happy. It had been almost a year since I had been to work and I think it was time, before I lost my husband for good. In two weeks I would return to the hospital. I took one last sip before I blacked out in the rocking chair.

Early the next morning I was woken up to a loud banging on the door. “Monica, are you alive in  there? Micheal  asked.  Are you okay? Do I need to call “AA” Micheal  laughed. 

“I’m fine Micheal!” I rolled my eyes. 

“Good now could you get cleaned up we have brunch today with Travis and his wife and please dress accordingly not like you're going to the liquor store.” He laughed again.

I didn’t find anything funny. “Damn he’s such a dick.” I looked down at the empty bottle on the floor and  desperately wanted a swig. 

“Be ready at noon Monica. I’m going to run a couple of errands.”

“I’m not going Mike.” I stood up opening the door.

“Yes you are Monica the husbands are taking their wives out for brunch and I’m not going to be embarrassed by your absence because you want to stay home and drown in cognac.” That being said he walked towards the stairs and I followed behind him. “Mike I don’t care what your colleagues think, most of them are cheating on their wives anyway, and the wives are stuck up, Opioid popping, nanny having skanks.” 

“Monica and you're an alcoholic, that sits in our deceased son's room all day and cries and feel sorry for yourself .”

“DO YOU THINK I LIKE DRINKING ALL DAY MICHEAL!? CAUSE I DON'T.”

“Well you could have fooled me.”he walked out the house. 

I walked to the kitchen and into the pantry where we keep the wine. I poured me a glass of wine and sat at the island. After that I decided to search for a fertility doctor. Finding one I scheduled an appointment. 

“Wine is nasty when you haven’t brushed your teeth Monica” I laughed at myself. Already feeling buzzed. I walked upstairs to take a shower and do my hygiene.