Chapter 10

I rolled my neck as I stood in front of the power box. This is gonna be fight. I thought, popping it open with the knife I found in the SUV. I slipped the knife under the wires, swiftly bring it up to slice them. I moved to look around the corner at the bay window. The lights were off, which caused looks of confusion and frustration appear on these asshole's faces. I smirked, watching them argue about who was going to check the fuse box.

I moved away from the window to find a hiding spot, so that I could take down whoever was sent out. A part of me hoped that it would be Marshal Davis, because he was the one that hurt my kids the most. I wanted to make him suffer for what he did to them. Make him hurt. I looked around as I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the house. I noticed a large bush, which I ducked behind as they rounded the corner.

I parted the branches a little and smirked. It was Davis. He was grumbling to himself, holding a pair of pliers and a flashlight. I felt a rock hit my knee as I moved to get a better look at him. I grinned, picking it up.

Standing up, I brought my arm back and launched the rock at him. It hit him in the back of the head, causing him to fall forward against the house. Thank god for softball. "Son of a bitch." He cursed.

I laughed, which caused him to look back at m. "Nah. Just a pissed off mom." He turned around as I stalked towards him.

"Nora…" He whispered like he was looking at a ghost.

"Yes, Davis. I am very much alive." Rolling my eyes, I try to not limp as much as step in front of him.

He gulped. Wimp, I thought. "I thought you were in a coma."

I shook my head. "Nope. Just needed a little nap. I was a little beat up, but you know that." He gulped, straightening up. He went to speak, but I stopped him. "Now, you have my kids. And I am here to collect them."

He glared at me, finally growing back his balls. "You can't have them, Nora. They aren't yours."

I clicked my tongue, not liking what he was saying. "Now, that is where you are wrong. They are mine. I've been the one raising, taking of, and trying to protect them."

He smirked darkly, "well, you haven't been doing a very good job of that last one. Seeing as Hardwick and I have had them for the last several hours, doing whatever we want to them."

I growled, shooting him a fiery glare. "You better not have touched them."

He smirked, "Oh, Nora, we've done more than touched them."

I lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar of his rich boy polo. He reacted right way by bringing his knee up to hit me in the chest. Gasping for air, I stumbled backwards. He took a swing at me as I tried to get my footing. I ducked, throwing a jab at his stomach. He groaned, letting me get the upper hand. I wrapped my arms around his neck to give myself leverage to bring my knee up to hit him in the face. I could feel the crunch of his nose against my knee as I threw him away from me.

Blood was pouring down his face, which made me smirk. I swung myself around to kick him in the face. I wanted to make sure that he didn't have a chance to respond to my hits. He stumbled back with a grunt. I slid forward, kicking my left foot forward to take out his right knee. He clasped to the ground, screaming out in pain. Panting, I watched him fall back into the dirt. I walked up to him, bending down to lean over him.

"You know, I never thought that I would want to hurt someone like he hurt me. Then you and Hardwick came into the picture and started to abuse my kids." I grabbed him by his thick curly hair. "When Zoey and Noah came home from being punished that first time, I listened to them cry about what you did to them."

I slugged him, letting his head hit the ground. "I watched Noah flinch every time I tried to comfort him. I held Zoey after every nightmare. It broke my heart, because I could do nothing to help them." Smack. I hit him again. "Then as the others got older and started to misbehave, I had to watch them go through it. He would sometimes keep them away from me for an extra couple of days to make me suffer. He would come down and take them from me, if they were having a nightmare, so that I couldn't comfort them."

I slammed his head into the ground as I thought about all the things that they did. He thrashed around, trying to get out of my grasp. "No!" I hissed at him. "You aren't getting away that easily." I slammed his head into the ground again.

"Please, no more." He groaned, half between being conscious and becoming unconscious.

I growled, sounding kind of like a wild animal. "I bet my kids said those same words. Wanting you to stop hurting them, to show mercy." I leaned down, so that I was hovering over him. "but you didn't." I brought his head up, slamming it into the ground as hard as I could.

Closing my eyes, I fell back onto the ground. That was a workout. I thought as reached forward to check Davis' pulse. It was low, but still there. I reached into my back pocket and grabbing the handcuff's that I had found. It took some work, but I flipped him on his stomach and cuffed him.

Standing up, I fixed my ponytail and brushed off the dirt from my clothes.

One down.

One to go.