I soon felt my blood running along the crook of my neck and going under my white shirt. God, how was I supposed to explain this to Tay?

Jack now kissed me, but it really felt like he was raping my mouth with his tongue, I couldn't do anything to make him pull out. I didn't want to. My head spinning while I felt his hot lips against mine, his beard tickling my chin, his hand under my shirt and the knife sliding along my throat. He wasn't even holding me against the wall anymore, I was there because I wanted to be there, what the fuck is wrong with me?

"Hmm Alex, I feel like fucking you right now, in the middle of this alley." He said, still with his lips connected to mine, he never seemed to stop to breathe, I was already feeling an uncomfortable lack of air. "Just imagine your moans echoing along this walls... would you like it Alex?" He whispered, bitting my lips softly.

"J-Jack I need to g-go home..." I said, catching my breath, in what sounded like a moan. Yes I would like it.

"But it's so soon, we didn't even have fun yet." He pouted, I wondered how was he able to do that cute puppy face after all he had done, while the knife was still on me.

"J-Jack please, my family is worried." I cried, I had no idea what time it was.

"Oh... Ok then." He said, licking the blood on the knife and putting it back on his pocket, somehow that was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. "Go back to your slutty wife, you will never know what you are missing." He said on a childlike voice, crossing his arms.

"Don't you dare talking about her like this." I said, finally pulling back from the wall.

"Uuh, Alex got mad." He chuckled ironically. "I know it's sad to leave me, but don't worry, you'll see me soon, and then we'll have lots of fun." He smiled, kissing my cheek softly and dissapearing into the darkness of the alley. "Don't forget our deal baby." I heard his far voice say, while it slowly vanished.

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I tiptoed towards the bedroom, stopping by the kitchen to look at the clock, it was 11:54pm. I smiled, and when I turned around I saw Taylor sitting on the living room couch, staring at me, with only the table lamp turned on.

"Hey darling." I said, leaning in to give her a peck, when she turned her face fast, making me kiss her cheek. Why the hell was she mad at?

"Sit down Alex." She said, she had been crying, I could tell that.

"What is it baby?" I said, doing as she asked.

"I have something to tell you." She said, staring at me seriously, at least she wasn't angry at me.

"Say it." I chuckled. "I'm listening."

"Alex... I'm pregnant." She said, looking at the wall and laughing nervously.

"Oh my god." I said, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to happy or not, I mean, we already had three kids, so I just smiled.

"It's not yours, Alex." She said, staring at me again, while my smile slowly vanished. "And before you call me a slut, let me explain. Remember that party we went some months ago? Drake's party? Where we got drunk and they almost had to take me to the hospital?" She said, I was paralized. "Joe raped me at that party Alex, while I was drunk, they drugged me, and he raped me." She had now tears running along her face. "I was starting to feel sick for the past few weeks, and I decided to go to the doctor to see what was going on. I knew it wasn't yours because... well you know we weren't having much time to that, so I was telling Joe about this, since he had always been my friend, and he told me everything, and I wanted to punch him in the face and I started to cry and I don't know what to do Alex." She was now sobbing really loud.

"Well, I don't know what to do either." I said, getting up. "Taylor, this story is so weird..."

"Are you saying you don't believe in me Alex? Are you saying I cheated on you?" She cried, but I couldn't allow myself to feel pity for her, I was angry, maybe Jack was right, maybe she was a slut.

"Can you be quiet? The kids are sleeping..."

"I'm awake daddy." I heard a girl voice, it was Mika, she was standing at the end of the corridor.

"Mika sweetheart, why are you out of bed? It's late..." Taylor said, getting up and picking her up.

"I heard you crying, I got worried and I heard dad screaming." She said, resting her head on Taylor's shoulder.

"I need to think." I whispered, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Taylor said, coming after me. "What is this on your neck?" She asked.

"I'll be back tomorrow, I'm going to Zack's house. I need time to think." I said, opening the door and leaving.

I was so confused, my head was a huge mess. Part of me wouldn't stop thinking about Jack, part of me wouldn't stop thinking about Jack being a psychopath and how fucked up that was. And now Tay was pregnant, and I knew she was lying.

I walked away from my door, hearing my daughter cry. I wasn't drunk that night, and I could tell Taylor wasn't drunk either.