Chp7
Trouble pov
Sipping tea on the veranda, lazy sun drench day. The dust mote waffle thru the trees. The scream and rage abated for another day. Dereck lays at my feet. Playing chess with Dru. As Henry blow soap bubble at Rackim and Ender. Tommy and Sammy lounge in a tattered hammock. I slowly sip my tea, reflecting on the past days and nights.
I foolishly thought the wars would be the nightmares to dread. His preteen is the bitter, bitter- sorrows. How could a mother so abandon their child? How could a father hate, and neglect his son? The broken man at my feet. Forsaken, never show love or family. I reflect inward, I have no more tears to shed.
I dream of Dereck at storm vale, strong and happy. The lover, friend, soulmate. Lay within his arms, on the couch, watching the storm cascade along the breach. Soft kiss on my neck, feather lite fingers along my thigh. Mad, intense forages in my bed. Not the scream and rage for hours on end.
As the time, I've spend here, the duration and frequency has shortened. I quickly find Dereck, usually Ender is howling, Rackim run a stay behind me afraid. My touch and word calm, as I lead him to my room. There the straps and cuffs allow him to expunges the demons of his soul. I spread eagle him across my bed, lay in his arms, softly whisper words of love, reminders of his life. Children, family, me.
The last two days Tommy lays across from me, whispering into his ear. As the demons leave, yet we know still the bitter seed of hate, self-loathing, quilt, remain lock inside the mind, the little boy unloved, unwanted, uncared fore. My lost little boy, the warrior without equal, trapped unloved in a sorrowful past. Ender whimpers and nips as the pain flows out traumatizing all.
I v-chat with mom every day. Dad early childhood is so close to Dereck, but dad's stop at 4, Dereck never got a loving set of parents, never got to try normal.
We lay in bed, exhausted. Sex, heavenly sex. I cannot dream of sex with wolfie, he is trapped in Dereck mind. I move rocking and pistoning on his sex. I grab his hands, his hair. We move for hours. I scream again and again till darkness sweet darkness takes me. Soft kisses rain down, sweet nips and tongue. I wash the day away is strong arms, quoting Billy's moans (Shakespeare sonnets).
I need a break. We girls go into DC for a Spa day, while Harper and the boys go fishing along the Potomac.
"Tommy, Dru how about massage, wraps, facial, mani-pedi, and hair." "Sure, anything is good"
"Alright Sammy lost paper, scissor, rock, Spock, lizard, so she gets you Tommy girl as her spa partner"
"That leave me, with my gorgeous, super bratty, daughter Dru. Race you to the massage" she bolt, I chase. Giggling all the way. Looking back, Sammy is waltzing Tommy after us. The staff is not sure were loony or just drugged.
While waiting for the wraps to work. "Dru, what do you think of your dad and me?"
"I think you're the best thing for him. For us. I just wish he's come back." She says hugging me.
We waste the day is pampered luxury. Talking girl talk. Dru talks about a boy down river. Who canoes up to see her. They talk on the phone a lot. I ask to meet him, she balks. I smirk, evil step mommy I am takes over. The Spanish inquisition was nicer. He's the son of a senator, god son of a supreme court justice, and grandson of a Vice president. He's her age with a shock of unruly blonde hair. Named Andrew. I'll check with security about him later.
We four meander a little time along the mall, just walking the paths around the pond, thru the memorials to Martian's and FDR to lounge on the sunset steps of Jefferson, looking out over the river. Tomorrow will be a long day. A hard day for sure.