Chapter 1

Hello everybody! This idea just randomly pop into my head a few weeks back and it won't go away until I write it down, so here it goes.

Disclaimer: And no I don't own any rights to SON.

Spencer's POV

"SPENCER COME HERE! NOW!" His deep enraged voice yelled out of the direction of the front door followed by the slamming of a door. I flinch at the tone of his voice and hurry out of the kitchen from where I was cooking dinner and into the foyer where my angry husband was standing.

I stop walking when I'm a few feet in front of him. "Yes Aiden?" I ask timidly with my eyes trained to the floor at our feet.

When he takes a step closer I can't help but to take one back. "Stand still woman!" He hisses at me causing me to freeze mid-movement. He chuckles sinisterly and walks closer to me. He stops when he is pressed chest to chest with me.

"Good girl. Now, how come my wife wasn't at the door to greet me after my long day at work that just happens to be the only thing supporting her lazy ass?" He questions and I have to fight from shrinking away from his huge cold form.

When I don't immediately answer him, he grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks my head back forcing me to look him into his icy green eyes. "Answer me!" He growls and tightens his grip on my hair, the pain being tears to my eyes that I have to fight desperately to hold back. Tears are weakness in my husband's eyes.

I swallow my cry of pain and answer him, "I was cooking dinner, honey." I whisper, my voice cracking every other word.

His hand loosens at my answer and he takes a step back. "Good. I'm going to go watch the game. Make sure my foods done and sitting in front of me in five minutes." I nod my head meekly and go to turn away.

"Oh, and Spencer" He grabs my arm in a solid hold and turns me back towards him. "I will be counting." He warned with a foul smile. With that he released me and strode into the living room.

As soon as he rounds the corner I sprint to the kitchen and start yanking down pates and silver- ware. When Aiden says five minutes he means it and if I don't get it to him right then there with always be a punishment.

I've been married to Aiden for six years and it's been this way for our entire marriage. When our twin sons were born I was secretly hoping that fatherhood would gentle him. I was wrong in so many ways, when the boys were born it only seemed to make the abuse and his anger more constant and violent.

"One minute!" He calls from the other room. I quicken my movements and place his food on the plate. After I got that I dash over to the refrigerator and grab a beer. I then rush back over to the cabinet, grab his plate, and just about sprint to the living room.

I jog to where his large form is stretched out on the couch. When he sees me walking he straightens up slightly and reaches was large hands out and basically yanks the items out of my hands.

"Where are the kids?" he demands his eyes not even leaving the TV screen. The tone of his voice says that he doesn't even care but he feels obligated to ask anyway.

"They are in their rooms playing." I nervously wring my hands has I wait for a response.

He rolls his eyes and snorts. "Of course they are." He grumbles like he doesn't understand why three year olds have or want to play. I stand beside him awkwardly, unsure what to do.

He turns his head and glares at me when a commercial comes on. "Why are you still standing there? Take off my boots then go feed your children."

I do what he says before scurrying upstairs and into the twins' playroom. As soon as I see my boys my stress and fear both melt a little at the sight of my toddlers playing with building blocks together and talking in their own little sibling twin language as they build small skyscrapers and tiny cities.

The twins were born three years ago on March first. It was the best day of my life; Little Skylar Brian and Scotty Neil Dennison. The two toddlers may be twins but if you didn't already know you couldn't tell. Skylar has pitch black hair with a tall, bulky figure while Scotty is short and fairly lean with bright golden hair. Scotty takes after me in just about every way except for his loud and extremely outgoing nature. Skylar may look like with father but he is so shy and soft spoken for such a little child. The only feature they both share is my blue eyes and I'm extremely thankful for that fact. I don't know what I would do if they had Aiden's cold eyes.

"Are you ready to eat guys?" I ask excitedly as I make my way into the bright dinosaur decorated toy room.

Their little heads snap up at the sound of my voice. "Mommy!" They yell and scramble over to me , stretching up their arms so I would pick them up. I concede with a smile and head downstairs with a child on each hip.

When we walk into the kitchen I set the two boys in their booster seats and set their food out in front of them. Once I get my now cold dinner from the stove, I sit down between the twins and try to eat and play referee for the boys' food fight they enjoy to have at any and every meal.

"SPENCER!" Aiden yells from the living area. The boys immediately halt in their game and quietly start eating without a sound.

I bounce up and hurry to my lazy husband who just throws the plate into my waiting hands. "Get me another beer and make sure I don't hear those kids yelling and squealing and shit in there." He orders and with the wave of his dismissal hand I return to the kitchen to get his beer.

"Good." He says as I hand him the drink after taking off the cap. "Tonight I have a treat for you since you've been such a good girl these last couple days." He smiles up at me with an oily grin that makes my skin crawl with disgust. I go back to the kitchen dreading the night to come.

"Are you two done?" I ask softly. They just nod their heads and slip down off the boosters. "Go on upstairs so I can give you a bath."

Once the baths are done and the boys are tucked into their beds I head back down stairs to the dirty kitchen and start filling the dirty dishes in to the soapy water of the sink.

I'm just about done when I hear the heavy footsteps of Aiden behind me. Suddenly I am harshly shoved against the counter with his large rough head groping and fondling everyway they could touch. He takes his mouth away from my neck, relieving me of his sloppy, rough kisses.

"The room. Now." He says in a low commanding voice. He grips my shoulders, digging his fingers deeply in, and steers me upstairs. I just close my eyes and pray for whatever is going to happen to happen and happen quickly and painlessly.

Of course that wasn't my luck, tonight he last around two hours and it was anything but painless. Aiden likes it rough, meaning by time it's over and I'm lying awake while he's asleep I'm sporting multiply purple-black bruises and even more skin breaking bites that cover my neck, shoulders, and torso.

Just like every other night I lay her hoping, praying, that this will all go away.