Angry All The Time
18/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
WARNING: And the beat goes on. This chapter continues the adventures of Abusive Kevin. Read at your own risk.
And a quick note to say I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted a chapter...I'm going to try to update Angel Boy and After The Rain soon too. I haven't abandoned the stories or my readers...You guys are the best...but as some of you know I'm working two jobs and it's really wearing me down and I barely have time to think, much less write. But tax season is in a lull right now, for the next month or so, so hopefully I'll get my muse back on the job and post chapters soon. Thanks for sticking this out with me. I hope this chapter is worth the wait...And now, let's READ!
*~Lucy~*
How could this be happening? How had things gotten so out of control that we were here, the three of us, in this run down hotel room? I was handcuffed to a chair. Victoria lay on her back, breasts full of milk meant for her baby and exposed to my husband. Kevin loomed over her, sneering and threatening, and waiting for God knows what to make a move.
I didn't know why he didn't just take her, rape her, like I knew he wanted to. I prayed it wouldn't come to that, but I knew Kevin well enough to know that was his ultimate intent. And the reason he didn't just do it was because he wanted to play with her, wear her down, break her will, make her give into him.
"I sure hope that sweet baby of yours doesn't have to go hungry tonight," Kevin sneered.
Victoria recoiled, her eyes closing in defeat. But she had seen the gun. I had seen the light of hope in her eyes at the sight of it. He had just left it there, almost daring one of us to make a move for it.
"Please..." she whimpered. "Please let me go home."
Kevin ran a finger down the slope of her breast, squeezing her swollen nipple. A spurt of milk arced into the air and Victoria made a pathetic sound, a heartbreaking sound of complete humiliation.
"Kevin, baby, please." I called out to him, hoping to distract him more than anything. Maybe if I could draw his attention away from Victoria for just a moment, Victoria would reach for the gun. She wouldn't have to stretch very far, she could get it easily, if I could just make Kevin turn away from her. "Listen to me. You don't have to do this. Let her go. You don't need her. You have me. I'm here now and I was a fool to ever leave you. I just wanted to make sure the kids were safe. Let Victoria go so she can go home to Simon and help him take care of the kids. The children will be safe there, and it can be just you and me again, like it used to be. Remember how it used to be?"
I watched him while I spoke. His jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek throbbed. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. Only he couldn't relax. That was one of his problems. He could never relax.
He only looked over his shoulder to glare at me. Victoria lay stock-still, afraid to move. I wanted to scream at her, 'Get the gun! Get his gun, Tory!' but the words stuck in my throat and I looked down, unable to face the anger and hate and evil I saw in my husband's eyes. He had never looked evil to me before, only angry, more at himself than me, but he took it out on me. He needed to release the anger somehow, and of course I was the easiest target. I didn't mind so much, before now, as long as he didn't raise a hand to the children.
He turned back to Victoria, laying there as if waiting for him to come to her. He reached a hand out to caress her jaw, trailing his fingertips down her chin, her neck, over the curve of each breast before leaning in to take one in his mouth. Victoria made a face of shock, horror, disgust, and pain all at once. Her hands shot up to his head, trying to push him away.
He caught her throat in the circle of his hands, his body rigid with a furious anger.
"Kevin! Kevin, baby, stop, please! Don't...If you kill her...You're a cop, baby. You can't kill her...Please..."
He grunted and released her, throwing her limp body against the bed like a rag doll. And without glancing back at me, he reached for the waistband of her slacks.
A thousand thoughts jumbled up in my mind, and I couldn't make sense of anything. I felt the whole world tip over, turn me upside down. This couldn't be happening. It simply could not happen this way. I had to get the gun. I could get it, if I stood up very quietly and picked up the chair so it wouldn't drag. He'd be so focused on what he was doing he wouldn't noticed until it was too late...
But could I risk Victoria's life on it? Mine, yes. I almost didn't care if he killed me. I would rather he kill me than Victoria, but if he killed me Victoria would have little hope of getting away from him. And in the end he would probably kill her too. I couldn't risk it.
But I couldn't just sit there, chained to a chair, and let my husband rape my brother's wife. I had to distract him, somehow, until Victoria could regain consciousness and grab the gun. That gun in Victoria's hand was our only hope.
"Kevin, baby. Please don't do this. Let's leave her here. She'll wake up and she'll call Simon to come get her and by then we'll be miles and miles away. She won't wake up for a while, Kevin. Please."
"Shut up, Lucy," he grunted, and tore himself away from Victoria and lunged across the room to loom in front of me. He slapped me, thumping my head against the wall behind me. For a moment I thought I saw stars, but the fog cleared almost instantly. Victoria stood beside the bed, holding Kevin's gun in trembling hands.
He picked up on the shift in my attention and turned. I could feel his shock. Had she been faking? How had she managed to fool him? I wanted to clap and cheer for her.
"I'll scream, Kevin. I'll scream and someone will hear and they'll call the cops."
Kevin laughed. "I am the cops, Lucy."
"And you are not above the law, are you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
I nodded my head toward Victoria. Kevin looked over his shoulder, then turned to her, laughing. "Give me the gun, sweetheart."
Victoria looked like she might cry. I couldn't blame her. What an awful position for her to be in. She had no idea how to use a gun, and I wasn't even sure she could fire it if she had to.
"Make him give me the handcuff keys, Tory," I suggested.
Her eyes flicked to me, then back to Kevin. Kevin didn't move. I wondered if he thought Victoria might be capable of shooting him. Maybe she could do it, if she thought about what he had done to her baby, what he had done to her. "Give her the keys," Victoria demanded, "or I'll shoot you."
Kevin laughed, and the sound seemed to say he didn't believe her. "You don't have the balls, Victoria. Do you know what it's like to shoot someone? Do you have any idea what it feels like to look a man in the eye and shoot him? You think it's not a big deal until you do it. It's an incredible power rush, but once it's done and you realize what you did, you can never take it back."
"Give her the keys, Kevin." Victoria jerked the gun like I've seen people do in movies.
"You can't do it, Tory. You know you can't. So why don't you just give me the gun and we'll forget this ever happened."
"Don't listen to him, Tory. He's trying to make you weak. Don't let him have the power, Tory. You've got the gun. Let him know you're not afraid to use it."
"Give me the gun, Victoria," Kevin moved a step closer to her.
Victoria took a step back and realigned the gun to Kevin's chest. She meant to shoot him in the heart. I almost wished she would do it. If I had the gun I would do it. I'd put a bullet right between his eyes. Or maybe right where his heart would have been if he had one.
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End chapter 18. Thanks again for reading! Please review since you've made it this far. Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
18/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
WARNING: And the beat goes on. This chapter continues the adventures of Abusive Kevin. Read at your own risk.
And a quick note to say I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted a chapter...I'm going to try to update Angel Boy and After The Rain soon too. I haven't abandoned the stories or my readers...You guys are the best...but as some of you know I'm working two jobs and it's really wearing me down and I barely have time to think, much less write. But tax season is in a lull right now, for the next month or so, so hopefully I'll get my muse back on the job and post chapters soon. Thanks for sticking this out with me. I hope this chapter is worth the wait...And now, let's READ!
*~Lucy~*
How could this be happening? How had things gotten so out of control that we were here, the three of us, in this run down hotel room? I was handcuffed to a chair. Victoria lay on her back, breasts full of milk meant for her baby and exposed to my husband. Kevin loomed over her, sneering and threatening, and waiting for God knows what to make a move.
I didn't know why he didn't just take her, rape her, like I knew he wanted to. I prayed it wouldn't come to that, but I knew Kevin well enough to know that was his ultimate intent. And the reason he didn't just do it was because he wanted to play with her, wear her down, break her will, make her give into him.
"I sure hope that sweet baby of yours doesn't have to go hungry tonight," Kevin sneered.
Victoria recoiled, her eyes closing in defeat. But she had seen the gun. I had seen the light of hope in her eyes at the sight of it. He had just left it there, almost daring one of us to make a move for it.
"Please..." she whimpered. "Please let me go home."
Kevin ran a finger down the slope of her breast, squeezing her swollen nipple. A spurt of milk arced into the air and Victoria made a pathetic sound, a heartbreaking sound of complete humiliation.
"Kevin, baby, please." I called out to him, hoping to distract him more than anything. Maybe if I could draw his attention away from Victoria for just a moment, Victoria would reach for the gun. She wouldn't have to stretch very far, she could get it easily, if I could just make Kevin turn away from her. "Listen to me. You don't have to do this. Let her go. You don't need her. You have me. I'm here now and I was a fool to ever leave you. I just wanted to make sure the kids were safe. Let Victoria go so she can go home to Simon and help him take care of the kids. The children will be safe there, and it can be just you and me again, like it used to be. Remember how it used to be?"
I watched him while I spoke. His jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek throbbed. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. Only he couldn't relax. That was one of his problems. He could never relax.
He only looked over his shoulder to glare at me. Victoria lay stock-still, afraid to move. I wanted to scream at her, 'Get the gun! Get his gun, Tory!' but the words stuck in my throat and I looked down, unable to face the anger and hate and evil I saw in my husband's eyes. He had never looked evil to me before, only angry, more at himself than me, but he took it out on me. He needed to release the anger somehow, and of course I was the easiest target. I didn't mind so much, before now, as long as he didn't raise a hand to the children.
He turned back to Victoria, laying there as if waiting for him to come to her. He reached a hand out to caress her jaw, trailing his fingertips down her chin, her neck, over the curve of each breast before leaning in to take one in his mouth. Victoria made a face of shock, horror, disgust, and pain all at once. Her hands shot up to his head, trying to push him away.
He caught her throat in the circle of his hands, his body rigid with a furious anger.
"Kevin! Kevin, baby, stop, please! Don't...If you kill her...You're a cop, baby. You can't kill her...Please..."
He grunted and released her, throwing her limp body against the bed like a rag doll. And without glancing back at me, he reached for the waistband of her slacks.
A thousand thoughts jumbled up in my mind, and I couldn't make sense of anything. I felt the whole world tip over, turn me upside down. This couldn't be happening. It simply could not happen this way. I had to get the gun. I could get it, if I stood up very quietly and picked up the chair so it wouldn't drag. He'd be so focused on what he was doing he wouldn't noticed until it was too late...
But could I risk Victoria's life on it? Mine, yes. I almost didn't care if he killed me. I would rather he kill me than Victoria, but if he killed me Victoria would have little hope of getting away from him. And in the end he would probably kill her too. I couldn't risk it.
But I couldn't just sit there, chained to a chair, and let my husband rape my brother's wife. I had to distract him, somehow, until Victoria could regain consciousness and grab the gun. That gun in Victoria's hand was our only hope.
"Kevin, baby. Please don't do this. Let's leave her here. She'll wake up and she'll call Simon to come get her and by then we'll be miles and miles away. She won't wake up for a while, Kevin. Please."
"Shut up, Lucy," he grunted, and tore himself away from Victoria and lunged across the room to loom in front of me. He slapped me, thumping my head against the wall behind me. For a moment I thought I saw stars, but the fog cleared almost instantly. Victoria stood beside the bed, holding Kevin's gun in trembling hands.
He picked up on the shift in my attention and turned. I could feel his shock. Had she been faking? How had she managed to fool him? I wanted to clap and cheer for her.
"I'll scream, Kevin. I'll scream and someone will hear and they'll call the cops."
Kevin laughed. "I am the cops, Lucy."
"And you are not above the law, are you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
I nodded my head toward Victoria. Kevin looked over his shoulder, then turned to her, laughing. "Give me the gun, sweetheart."
Victoria looked like she might cry. I couldn't blame her. What an awful position for her to be in. She had no idea how to use a gun, and I wasn't even sure she could fire it if she had to.
"Make him give me the handcuff keys, Tory," I suggested.
Her eyes flicked to me, then back to Kevin. Kevin didn't move. I wondered if he thought Victoria might be capable of shooting him. Maybe she could do it, if she thought about what he had done to her baby, what he had done to her. "Give her the keys," Victoria demanded, "or I'll shoot you."
Kevin laughed, and the sound seemed to say he didn't believe her. "You don't have the balls, Victoria. Do you know what it's like to shoot someone? Do you have any idea what it feels like to look a man in the eye and shoot him? You think it's not a big deal until you do it. It's an incredible power rush, but once it's done and you realize what you did, you can never take it back."
"Give her the keys, Kevin." Victoria jerked the gun like I've seen people do in movies.
"You can't do it, Tory. You know you can't. So why don't you just give me the gun and we'll forget this ever happened."
"Don't listen to him, Tory. He's trying to make you weak. Don't let him have the power, Tory. You've got the gun. Let him know you're not afraid to use it."
"Give me the gun, Victoria," Kevin moved a step closer to her.
Victoria took a step back and realigned the gun to Kevin's chest. She meant to shoot him in the heart. I almost wished she would do it. If I had the gun I would do it. I'd put a bullet right between his eyes. Or maybe right where his heart would have been if he had one.
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End chapter 18. Thanks again for reading! Please review since you've made it this far. Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
