So its been like forever since I've updated and I don't know if anyone is still interested in this story but I had time so hope you like it.
The silence that stretched out in Brennan's living room following her confession only served to heighten the tensions running high between both occupants.
Booth, say something! Bones just told you her sick bastard of a husband killed her kids and you're standing here gaping like an idiot!
"I…"
"ummm…."
No matter how hard he tried Booth's mouth couldn't formulate any words.
Brennan willed herself not to cry in front of Booth. Her overbright eyes, filled to the brim with tears surveyed her partner, a man she had learnt to trust despite everything. She watched as he struggled to from a coherent word. He hates me, he has too. He's disgusted by me, he blames me for the death of my children. With Brennan's brain working in overdrive, she didn't even notice Booth reaching once again for the photo album.
He thumbed through the happy photos, hatred for a man he had never met building inside of him so rapidly, he wanted to hurt something or someone. But he kept it in check, he wanted, no he corrected himself, he needed to find out what had happened. He finally came across the last dozen or so pages of the album, filled with yellowing newspaper cut-outs:
Tragedy strikes Bennets again - when will it stop?
Benet children brutally murdered – is the Benet killer back?
Arizona's most notorious serial killer turned his own victim into a murderer.
Bruised and battered housewife made to watch as both children are killed.
Shit…this bastard was one sick psychopath, making Bones watch as he killed his, their own kids. Wait why does it say both kids? Booth quickly flipped the heavy album and opened it to the picture of Bones with her proudly protruding stomach. Booth silently ticked it off in his head. Two beaming kids, the bastard of a husband and a pregnant Bones, that makes three kids right? What happened? Which two died? Booth's mind was reeling and it wasn't till that moment that he bothered to look up from his thorough search of Bones' past life, the one she had been hiding all along.
"Bones?"
She sat quietly, unassuming, so broken, he barely recognised her. His heart broke. How can my heart break? I don't love her – how can I she kept two years – two of the most important years of her life hidden from me! How am I meant to trust her? How can I...
Staring up at him with her eyes glazed over in pain, Booth felt his hand itching to reach out and comfort her, to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright. But her couldn't. He fisted his hand, so his nails dug painfully into his palm, he would not let himself forgive her so easy, he needed answers.
"Why did you call?"