Mr. Clean was in a foul mood. He just got fired from work today. Mrs. Clean received a phone call from his officemate, Ajax, and he told her that Mr. Clean was on his way home. It was only 3:30pm and their children; Ariel, Surf and Tide are not yet home. Mrs. Clean was glad for this but at the same time, she wished they were here. Mr. Clean has one horrible temper but if the children are around, he restrains himself from doing anything to Mrs. Clean. Being married to him for nearly 11 years, she knew what she had to do.
Mrs. Clean heard him open the door. A crash meant that he broke the antique vase Mrs. Clean’s mother gave them as a wedding gift.
“Woman! Where are you hiding?!? Come here and clean this up!”
Mrs. Clean shivered when she heard her husband bellowing like a giant. She meekly opened the kitchen door and saw him holding several shards of glass. Mrs. Clean knew that if she doesn’t do this, there will be no way of escaping the beating she will soon get.
“I’m here. Let me do that.”
While kneeling beside her husband, Mr. Clean suddenly slapped her. Mrs. Clean fell face down to the floor, reeling in pain.
Mr. Clean stood up and was about to kick her in the gut when surprisingly, she held up her hand to stop him.
“WAIT! I’m pregnant.”
Mr. Clean immediately ran to her side and gently scooped her in his arms.
“Why didn’t you say so, sooner?”
Mrs. Clean breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe for the next few days, maybe even months. Later on, she thought, I will tell him I miscarried. For the meantime, I’m saved. This is the first time I lied to him. I hope he won’t notice this.
Mr. Clean carried his wife to their room and smiled happily.
“I’m gonna be a daddy, again! Can we name him Junior? I will go out now and look for another job. I have to work hard for Junior’s future…”
Mrs. Clean was glad she lied. She wondered what her husband will say once he finds out that she miscarried.
A month later, Mrs. Clean was found lying on the pavement, with her brains scattered, no, splattered on the street.