“The morning after you left me. I placed a few cameras in your room while I was packing my things. You hurt me, Alicia. You hurt me…But it’s okay. I can forgive you, just like you're gonna forgive me.” He smiles again.
“You’ve been watching us?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing, all those conversations we’ve had in that room; all the times we’ve been intimate together, making love. Greaser has been watching.
“I was protecting you; protecting you both. Vike isn’t the man for you. You’re gonna realize that when you see how gentle I can be.” He moves in to kiss me, and quickly I pull back.
“No…no, no, Alicia, we’re not playing that game anymore. I’ve seen for myself that you ain’t shy.”
“It’s not that, Greaser. I just gave birth three weeks ago; my body's not ready for that yet. You can call the doctor and ask him yourself. I’m not making excuses or playing games.” I have to try to reason with this man.
“I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle. I just wanna love you.”
“I know, and that's nice. But–” I shut myself up when I hear my little girl crying, and as I go to get up and go to her, Greaser uses his brute force to slam me back down.
“No, Alicia, Mom is taking care of her. We need to talk. This is important, it’s about us and our future.”
“Okay, Greaser, what is it that you want to tell me so bad?” I give my full attention, praying that Mia is only crying because she’s hungry.
“I couldn’t have killed Raze, like Vike is trying to make you believe. I couldn’t have done it, because I spent that night before our wedding with Trinity.” He closes his eyes like he’s disappointed in himself.
“Okay, that's okay. We can call Wrath and explain, no one is gonna blame you for something you didn’t do.” I take his hand in mine when I hear my baby’s cries getting louder.
“Shut her up, Mom!” Greaser yells aggressively, not taking his eyes off mine. “What do you mean it’s okay? You’re okay with the fact I slept with Trinity the night before we got married?” He stands and takes a step back.
“Of course, I am. Greaser, I–”
“No…no. NO!” You're not supposed to be like this; you're supposed to be mad. I fucked another woman, Alicia. I fucked her, just like you let him fuck you!” He screams in my face, and I feel myself starting to break. I can’t stand hearing Mia cry while being in here, unable to hold her.
“Greaser, let me take care of Mia,” I beg him, trying to keep calm.
“I told you, Mom's got it.” He marches over to the door and opens it.
“Shut her the hell up. Shut her up!” he bellows, slamming the door open and shut three times before he starts pacing the floor in front of me. “You don’t care; you really don’t fuckin’ care, do you?”
“Of course, I care; I care very much. I think you need some help, Sid.” I stand up, and he grabs hold of me fiercely, slamming me up against the wall and kissing me.
I can barely breathe as his tongue invades me, and all I can do is hold still and pray for it to be over.
“Tell me you feel it. Tell me you feel this, Alicia.” He pulls away, searching my eyes with his for the answer he wants.
“I can’t focus on anything until I know Mia’s okay,” I whisper. “Come on, Sid, let me go to our little girl and calm her down, then we can talk some more.”
“Our little girl.” He smiles as if he likes what he hears.
“That’s right, she needs us; your mom doesn’t sound like she’s coping out there.” I manage to laugh as I slide my hand into his. “Please, Siddy.” I tilt my head and smile at him.
“Of course.” He kisses me again, and I somehow manage to stand it without recoiling.
He leads me to the door, and when he opens it, I see Mia lying on the couch, screaming while Iris attempts to change her diaper.
“I haven't hurt her, I promise. It’s been a while since I did this, and she...she just won’t stop crying.” She stands up, stroking her forehead, looking confused, and I waste no more time, dragging my hand out of Greaser’s and rushing to my daughter.
“You can’t do anythin’, can you? Not a damn fuckin’ thing, you stupid bitch.” I pause from checking Mia over when I hear the loud slap Greaser serves his mother's face.
“I just wanted a couple of hours. A couple of fuckin’ hours to make love to my wife, and you couldn’t even take care of your own granddaughter.”
“Come here, baby girl.” I quickly do up the diaper she’s lying on and lift her up onto my chest, stroking her back and trying to calm her down.
“But she’s not your wife, is she, Sid? She never married you. She didn’t want to.” Iris surprises me with the tone she takes in answering him back.
