Child of Innocence Ch. 4

Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I am only playing in their sandbox for a little while

WARNING: There is child and spousal abuse in this chapter as Miranda remembers the last beating she and her son received at the hands of her drunk husband

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Previously: "Such a coy man, you don't have to be modest with me" Melinda cooed as she finished unbuttoning Bobby's shirt and pushed it down his arms. "I know you want this, all men do. After we're finished, I expect you to leave this place and never come back or I will kill you."

Bobby snorted after hearing the words that Melinda had said to him. Just what the hell had made her think that he'd want anything to do with her corporeal body. Hell, it freaked him out just even thinking about doing the nasty with a ghost. He was drawn out of his repulsing thoughts when he felt Miranda cup him with her palm in a rather private area through his jeans.

"Hold it right there bitch" he said rather forcefully. "I have never needed it so bad that I would do it with the dead, so you can take you freaking hands and put them elsewhere. What I do need right now is to take care of the kid laying over there so sick on the couch right now and I would appreciate it if you'd let me go."

Bobby suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain as Miranda slapped him hard across the face. "How dare you speak to me like that, do you not realize who is control here" she said as she reached down and unzipped Bobby's jeans to prove her point. Miranda was about to divest Bobby of his jeans when she heard a loud moaning sound coming from the couch. She quickly lost all interest in seducing Bobby and she disappeared only to reappear by Sammy's side.

"Richie, what's wrong baby boy?" Miranda asked as she ran her ghostly fingers through Sam's hair. She watched as her beloved child's head tossed back and forth as he continued to moan. She placed her palm on Richie's head to stop him from moving it and said "Come on baby, open your eyes and look at mama. I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it."

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Sam was aroused out of his sleep when he heard the sounds of Bobby and somebody else talking. His mind was so foggy that he was having trouble making out what was being said, but Bobby didn't sound to happy about whatever it was. As Sam become slightly more lucid, he swore he could hear the sound of a woman's voice and it sounded like she had the hots for Bobby, but if that was the case, then why was Bobby angry.

Knowing deep in his mind that something was wrong and that he needed to help Bobby, Sam tried to fully awaken but as soon as he opened his eyes, the room began to spin at a dizzying speed. He heard himself moan as he tried to put a halt to the nausea that was building up.

Suddenly, he felt a cold presence beside him as unfamiliar fingers raked through his hair. Suddenly feeling endangered, he started tossing his head trying to clear it. Something was definitely off, he could feel it. His suspicions were soon confirmed when he felt chilled palms placed upon his cheek and a woman's voice saying "Come on baby, open your eyes and look at mama. I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it."

Sam opened his eyes a fraction and looked into the face of a spirit hovering directly over him. "Nooooo" he shrieked as his body began to tremble and he tried to push himself away from the spirit in terror. He started to hyperventilate as he realized he was too weak to get away by himself.

Sam could feel himself beginning to lose consciousness as silver stars began dancing in his line of vision. He glanced over to see Bobby against the wall and gasped "Bobby, help me please" as his lungs struggled to take in some much needed oxygen.

Miranda was in shock as she watched her son react so violently to the tender loving care that she was trying to give to him. She had only seen this reaction from her baby when his dad had come home drunk from a night at the bar. On those nights, Mike would beat her almost senseless and then tie her to a chair. He would then force her to watch as he abused Richie unmercifully for ever being born. She remembered the last beating so vividly that it was like watching a motion picture on the television screen.

Mike had come home from a night of drinking at Bill's Tavern and she was angry. She had no doubt that he had taken his whole paycheck and blown it once again on booze, women, and poker. She glared at Mike as he stumbled over to the couch.

"Where's your paycheck Mike. You promised to come straight home tonight so that we could get some groceries. You know there's no food left in the house."

"Don't tell me what to do with my money whore. I'll do as I damn well please. Now get your fat ass in the kitchen and make me something to eat" Mike had said.

"Are you deaf you dumb bastard, I just told you there's no food" Miranda had screamed at him in exasperation.

"That's because that worthless piece of shit you call son probably ate it all while I was gone" Mike had retorted, his anger starting to boil.

"How dare you refer to our son in such a vile way" Miranda seethed as she looked at her husband in contempt. "You're the one who is a worthless piece of shit"

Mike had exploded so violently at hearing those words that she recoiled in terror knowing that he was probably going to kill her. She started to turn and run but he grabbed her hard by the hair and yanked her body to the ground. He pummeled her stomach and arms and then kicked her hard in the ribs as she lay on her side gasping for air. He then picked her up and tied her to the chair once again.

"You're gonna watch him pay for turning my words on me you stinking harlot" Mike yelled as spittle rained down on her face. Mike walked to Richie's room where he knew the child would be hiding in the closet. He wrapped his meaty hand around Richie's arm and gave a tremendous jerk to get him out of the closet. Richie had howled in pain as his shoulder was dislocated from the socket.

Mike had pulled Richie down the hall and stood the sobbing thirteen year old in front of his mother. "Now watch what happens to your precious son when you defy me woman."

Mike yanked down Richie's jeans and underwear and then took off his belt as he bent Richie over the table. Mike applied his leather belt to Richie's bared behind until welts had formed but he kept right on beating until the welts had opened up and blood was running down the child's legs. Richie screamed until he was hoarse from the severe beating that his dad was inflicting on him. As the pain became insurmountable, he pleaded with his dad to stop but the pleadings only made Mike more angry.

"You're nothing but a damned crybaby" Mike hollered as he yanked Richie up by his hair and flung him hard to the floor. He gave him two swift kicks in the ribs and heard an audible snap as his steel toed boot connected with his son's ribcage. He was pleased to see that Richie no longer was screaming since he had succumbed to unconsciousness.

Miranda had screamed and begged Mike to leave Richie alone as she witnessed her son's beating. Tears rolled freely down her face as she saw the angry welts forming on her son's bottom. She could see shades of blue and purple popping up as the tender skin of his behind bruised under the severe form of corporal punishment being administered. She nearly puked when blood started flowing down his legs . She then stared in abject horror as her child was ruthlessly flung to the floor and brutally kicked to the point where she could hear his ribs snapping. The thing that terrified her the most however was when Richie's screams abruptly fell quiet. In her heart, she suddenly felt cold as she couldn't sense Richie's presence in the room anymore.

Miranda was so absorbed in her memory that she neglected to realize it as she lost her telekinetic hold on Bobby and he slid to the floor. She let out a loud ear piercing wail as her anger escalated and the winds began to swirl, quickly building up to near hurricane storm force within the house. Objects began flying haphazardly through the air as Miranda unleashed her anger on everything and anything in her way.

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Bobby's heart nearly broke when he heard Sammy pleading for his help. It was obvious the kid was disoriented and terrified at having woken up to a spirit hovering over him. Bobby knew he had to help the kid before Sammy slipped into shock due to the fragile health he was already in.

Bobby struggled to break free of the invisible hold on him when he saw Sam beginning to hyperventilate but it was all to no avail. Ready to try and reason with the ghost of Miranda once again, Bobby decided to try and reach her through her mothering instincts. Bobby never had the chance however as Miranda's spirit seemed to be in some kind of trance. As Bobby watched her, he could feel the tension building in the room as the spirits face grew angrier. He felt himself suddenly released and he collapsed to the floor.

Bobby didn't linger there for long when he felt the winds start whipping fiercely throughout the room. He rushed to the couch and placed his upper body over Sammy's to protect the kid as objects started flying through the air as dangerous projectiles. He grunted in pain as he felt a heavy book slam into his shoulder, thankful that it hadn't hit Sammy's head. Fearing that one of them could be killed when the glass windows began to shatter, Bobby gently lifted Sammy off the sofa and lay him on the floor as he then flipped the sofa to cover the both of them.

After approximately fifteen minutes, Bobby heard the eerie sound of silence and slowly lifted the couch and peered out to a scene of utter devastation. Not seeing any signs of Miranda, he righted the couch and then placed Sammy on it as he quickly scanned the room. "Holy Shit" gasped Bobby, as he surveyed the incredible amount of damage in the room. Every window that he could see had been shattered, the door had been ripped off it's hinges and the small television lay shattered on the floor. "I gotta get you out of here kiddo" Bobby said as he reached down to pick Sammy up. He knew things had become much more dangerous and he needed to get Sammy out of the house as quickly as possible. He had just hoisted Sam into his arms when he felt Miranda's presence make herself known once again.

TBC