***Contains mature themes, language, and situations. Reader discretion is advised***
9:03 p.m. Professor’s study
Shanae walked into Professor Winbush’s office holding her stomach with her purse by her side. He turned to see who was at his desk and in that instant, their eyes met for the last time.
“Baby we need to talk; maybe you should have a seat.”
“No thanks, I’d rather stand,” his face tormented with a look of disgust.
“Okay well, I went to the clinic and took the test and it came back. I’m so sorry baby, I never meant to….” Her voice grew shaky and her words pierced his ears as they rolled off of her tongue. “Seven months, so that’s why I’ve been gaining weight.” They rang over and over in his head with a screeching sound of panic. What was he supposed to do about a child that was never meant to happen?
Her hands trembled. Shanae’s striped shirt swayed in the cool breeze of the air conditioner and her hands clasped tighter around her mid-section.
“Baby, please say something, please,” she whispered as her eyes welled with tears.
“What do you want me to say, huh, Shanae, what the hell do you want me to say!? Get rid of the damn thing. I’ve got enough stuff happening right now and I don’t need another mouth to feed.” He clenched his fist and shook his head wondering how in the world he would tell his wife Lisa about his mistress and their bastard love child. He loved his wife and he never meant to jeopardize their marriage, but he let his wondering eyes and his aching manhood get the best of him.
To break the news to Lisa would be emotional suicide. He would never be able to live with himself knowing that he ruined the one thing that was real; the one thing that felt right in his life; the one thing that balanced his crazy ass out. He couldn’t tell her; Derek couldn’t risk losing his family. Furthermore, he had just been appointed as interim dean for the College of Social Sciences. His career was finally heading in the direction he’d dreamt for so long.
He needed to think of a quick solution to keep this from coming to the light, so he told her to disappear. To leave and never tell anyone about what happened. He would pay her to keep her mouth shut and to stay as far away from him and his family as possible. Then all of his problems would be solved, but no. Shanae wasn’t about to leave quietly.
“You bastard, how could you just throw me away like some cheap piece of ass. You told me you loved me. You said you cared about me and you lied to me, Derek. You have another child to take care of mister. You will not keep me behind closed doors, oh no, you’re going to take care of this damn baby if it’s the last thing you do; and if you ever….”
As Shanae spoke her words of rage, Derek quietly slipped over to his desk and grabbed a letter opener; his eyes bloodshot red with fury. He slipped it into his sleeve and made his way to Shanae.
“It’s okay baby, you’re right. I need to step up and be a man. You won’t have to worry about me denying our child…” As she turned to ask what the hell he was talking about; he slipped the knife from his sleeve and jammed it into the right side of her chest. He took the blade out and shoved it into her over and over again as she bled. She slowly fell to her knees. Derek kicked her to the floor in a pool of her own blood and stomped on her as she let out muffled screams of pain.
“H-h-h-h-how could you, Derek? H-h-how could you? You said you loved me. How could you?” These were her last words as she slowly drifted from consciousness. Her body mutilated; lying there still and stiff; blood spattered on his face and dripping from his lips; a murderer.
He dropped the letter opener and fell to his knees screaming, “Oh my God, oh my God, what have I done? What am I going to do, I mean she just wouldn’t go away, she just wouldn’t shut up and I…I…” his breathing heavy and mind racing faster than light.
His heart beat with anxiety and flesh crawling with nerves. What did he do? Her blood all over his newly installed hardwood floors. Her hair soaked in crimson. The blood stain splattered on his shirt has now bled through and engulfed his chest. He poked at her body hoping that she might speak, but he’d done his damage. No one could find out what just happened to Shanae; if they did he really would lose everything. His wife never knew that he had such a violent streak. He couldn’t afford to lose his wife over some crap like that. He has to do something with her body and fast.
He scrambled to find something to put her body into to hide the evidence. What could he use to get up the blood?
There was a janitor’s closet down the hall where they used to get it on during his 2:00 class and there lied a bucket of water and a mop and an old tarp that no one needed. That was his way to fix this mess. As he moved her piece by piece, he did realize that her phone had fallen underneath the bookshelf. It vibrated as the name “Sasha” trickled across the screen.
As he sealed the tarp he thought, “how did it get this complicated? How could it go so far?”
Come back next week for the next installment of “The Professor”…