Angry All The Time
Chapter 19/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
If you are reading this I trust you know this fic carries the burden of domestic abuse/Abusive Kevin warnings. Read at your on risk, please review, and don't flame.
Chapter 19:
*~Vincent~*
Uncle Simon and Aunt Ruthie both looked really pale when they came in and little Ariel was screaming like she'd been beaten. A few seconds passed and Aunt Ruthie headed upstairs with Ariel before I realized Mom and Aunt Victoria weren't coming in with them.
"Where's my mom?" I tore my eyes from Aunt Ruthie and turned to Uncle Simon.
"Your father was here, outside." Uncle Simon said the words so calmly, even though I knew he was saying my dad took my mom, probably at gun point, and probably to some run down motel by the side of some half forgotten highway where no one would ever find them.
"Where is my mother?" I demanded. I hated that I sounded like a sacred little kid, but I guess that's what I was because I knew the answer. She was with my dad. And not by choice because she would never leave us. She would never leave me and Caroline and Brian and Rory Anne behind. Unless he took her and she had no choice.
Uncle Simon took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up at wild angles. He looked really old all of a sudden, especially around the eyes. My dad must have taken Aunt Victoria too.
"Your father, he's desperate. He feels trapped. He took your mother, and he took Tory. He had a gun so there was nothing I could do without risking their lives and I couldn't do that. Do you understand, Vincent?"
I nodded. I understood. I knew far better than he what my father was capable of. Mom always thought he never hurt us kids, because we never told her that he did. He didn't strike us often, and I usually managed to draw him away from the other kids so he would go after me and leave them alone, spare them a beating, but I definitely knew what my father could do. And I knew he wouldn't hesitate to use the gun, service revolver or not, if he felt cornered. He would do what he had to do to take care of himself, and to hell with anyone who got in his way.
"Vincent, I need you to look after the other kids so Ruthie and I can concentrate on finding your mom and Tory."
I shook my head. "I want to help."
"You'll help more by taking care of the kids. Vincent, they don't know hat's going on. Most of them are too young to understand. Autumn and Rory Anne will start asking for their mommy's soon and I need you to make sure they don't panic. Can you do that for me?"
I nodded then. What else could I do? I knew what he said was true. Some one had to keep the other kids calm. And I couldn't pass that on to Caroline. I had to do it.
Uncle Simon put his arms around me and I stiffened involuntarily. I took a deep breath and relaxed into the hug. "I'm really proud of you, Vincent. I know you're scared. I am too. But we'll find them and everything will be okay."
I walked away hearing his words in my head. 'I'm proud of you, Vincent.' My father had never said, would never say, those words to me. No matter what, I would never be good enough for my father. I used to obsess about that, I'd lay in my bed at night, sometimes sore from the beating he gave me, and I'd think of things I could do to make him proud, just to hear him once say he was proud of me, or that he loved me. He never said either of those things, and he never would. And suddenly I didn't care. I didn't want him to say anything to me ever again.
"I hate you, Kevin Kinkirk," I muttered to myself just before I opened the playroom door.
*~Lucy~*
Victoria held the gun, Kevin's gun, in trembling hands. I would bet money Victoria Camden had never held a gun in her life. She had probably never seen one up close and personal. I wondered if she would be able to use it, if Kevin made a move toward her.
At that moment, as if he read my mind, Kevin surged forward. The shot rang out, louder than a fire cracker blasted in my ear. I jumped and my heart pounded in my chest so hard and so fast I thought it might jump out.
When my vision cleared, Kevin lay bleeding on the ground, glaring at Victoria, and Victoria stood a few feet back from where she had been, her back pressed against the wall, the gun still in her grip. She hit him in the shoulder, a non-fatal injury but apparently enough to put him out of the game, at least temporarily.
"Tory, Tory, look at me," I called to her, seeing how she stared at Kevin, at the blood. I needed to get her to turn away from it, and give me the gun before the reality of what she had just done hit her. "Tory, look at me. I need you to give me the gun so I can get the key out of his pocket and you can call Simon."
"No!" She yelped and turned her eyes to me. She looked blank. Shock. "I can't call Simon!"
"Tory, you an call Simon. Tell him where we are so he can come get us. He'll bring the police and they'll take Kevin away."
"Jail is too good for him." She readjusted the gun, pointed it between his legs. "I have to make sure he never hurts anyone again." She took a step closer to him. Kevin whimpered and tried to draw his legs in closer to himself, make himself smaller.
"Tory, no. He's down. Look at him/. He's in shock. He can't hurt us and if you shoot him now it's not self defense and you'll be the one in jail."
"I won't kill him." She sounded flat. Unemotional. Distant.
I wondered if she would do it, and I almost wanted her to shoot him. But I couldn't let her. I couldn't let her go to jail because of him.
"Give me the gun, Tory."
"No. I need to make him suffer."
"Not like this Tory. Not at your expense. Call Simon or I'll call him. He'll bring the police and..."
Victoria laughed, a bitter, scared laugh. "The police? He knows all of them."
"And he's still not above the law."
"He'll weasel his way out of it."
I knew that was a possibility, if he could manipulate the right people. But all the cops in Glen Oak couldn't be crooked like him. "No he won't. We won't let him. Tory, he's done some pretty terrible things. He won't get away with it."
I saw movement from the corner of my eyes, and even though it was only a couple seconds, it felt like slow motion as Kevin surged up and lumbered toward Victoria. Victoria screamed, I think I screamed, and the gun went off again. Kevin and Victoria both went down, with Kevin landing on top of her.
Neither of them moved and there was so much blood I feared Victoria had been hit. I dragged the damn chair closer to them and put my foot out to kick Kevin. He moaned but didn't move, so I took the chance of pushing him, rolling him off Victoria.
"Tory?"
She opened her eyes, and her mouth moved but she didn't say anything. I nodded hoping that would comfort her somehow, and I stroked her hair from her face. She didn't seem to be hit, just in shock
Kevin moaned again, his head rolling to the side. Drool dribbled out of his mouth. Good. Maybe he would be a drooling, jibbering idiot after this. I reached into his pocket and retrieved the keys to my hand cuffs. Finally free of the chair, I tossed it across the room.
"I'm going to call Simon."
"Simon..." Tory whispered.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
End chapter 19. I hope you like it. This story is drawing to a close, but not to worry, I've already got a sequel rolling around in my head. ;) So please R/R and let me know what you think. Thanks so much! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
Chapter 19/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
If you are reading this I trust you know this fic carries the burden of domestic abuse/Abusive Kevin warnings. Read at your on risk, please review, and don't flame.
Chapter 19:
*~Vincent~*
Uncle Simon and Aunt Ruthie both looked really pale when they came in and little Ariel was screaming like she'd been beaten. A few seconds passed and Aunt Ruthie headed upstairs with Ariel before I realized Mom and Aunt Victoria weren't coming in with them.
"Where's my mom?" I tore my eyes from Aunt Ruthie and turned to Uncle Simon.
"Your father was here, outside." Uncle Simon said the words so calmly, even though I knew he was saying my dad took my mom, probably at gun point, and probably to some run down motel by the side of some half forgotten highway where no one would ever find them.
"Where is my mother?" I demanded. I hated that I sounded like a sacred little kid, but I guess that's what I was because I knew the answer. She was with my dad. And not by choice because she would never leave us. She would never leave me and Caroline and Brian and Rory Anne behind. Unless he took her and she had no choice.
Uncle Simon took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up at wild angles. He looked really old all of a sudden, especially around the eyes. My dad must have taken Aunt Victoria too.
"Your father, he's desperate. He feels trapped. He took your mother, and he took Tory. He had a gun so there was nothing I could do without risking their lives and I couldn't do that. Do you understand, Vincent?"
I nodded. I understood. I knew far better than he what my father was capable of. Mom always thought he never hurt us kids, because we never told her that he did. He didn't strike us often, and I usually managed to draw him away from the other kids so he would go after me and leave them alone, spare them a beating, but I definitely knew what my father could do. And I knew he wouldn't hesitate to use the gun, service revolver or not, if he felt cornered. He would do what he had to do to take care of himself, and to hell with anyone who got in his way.
"Vincent, I need you to look after the other kids so Ruthie and I can concentrate on finding your mom and Tory."
I shook my head. "I want to help."
"You'll help more by taking care of the kids. Vincent, they don't know hat's going on. Most of them are too young to understand. Autumn and Rory Anne will start asking for their mommy's soon and I need you to make sure they don't panic. Can you do that for me?"
I nodded then. What else could I do? I knew what he said was true. Some one had to keep the other kids calm. And I couldn't pass that on to Caroline. I had to do it.
Uncle Simon put his arms around me and I stiffened involuntarily. I took a deep breath and relaxed into the hug. "I'm really proud of you, Vincent. I know you're scared. I am too. But we'll find them and everything will be okay."
I walked away hearing his words in my head. 'I'm proud of you, Vincent.' My father had never said, would never say, those words to me. No matter what, I would never be good enough for my father. I used to obsess about that, I'd lay in my bed at night, sometimes sore from the beating he gave me, and I'd think of things I could do to make him proud, just to hear him once say he was proud of me, or that he loved me. He never said either of those things, and he never would. And suddenly I didn't care. I didn't want him to say anything to me ever again.
"I hate you, Kevin Kinkirk," I muttered to myself just before I opened the playroom door.
*~Lucy~*
Victoria held the gun, Kevin's gun, in trembling hands. I would bet money Victoria Camden had never held a gun in her life. She had probably never seen one up close and personal. I wondered if she would be able to use it, if Kevin made a move toward her.
At that moment, as if he read my mind, Kevin surged forward. The shot rang out, louder than a fire cracker blasted in my ear. I jumped and my heart pounded in my chest so hard and so fast I thought it might jump out.
When my vision cleared, Kevin lay bleeding on the ground, glaring at Victoria, and Victoria stood a few feet back from where she had been, her back pressed against the wall, the gun still in her grip. She hit him in the shoulder, a non-fatal injury but apparently enough to put him out of the game, at least temporarily.
"Tory, Tory, look at me," I called to her, seeing how she stared at Kevin, at the blood. I needed to get her to turn away from it, and give me the gun before the reality of what she had just done hit her. "Tory, look at me. I need you to give me the gun so I can get the key out of his pocket and you can call Simon."
"No!" She yelped and turned her eyes to me. She looked blank. Shock. "I can't call Simon!"
"Tory, you an call Simon. Tell him where we are so he can come get us. He'll bring the police and they'll take Kevin away."
"Jail is too good for him." She readjusted the gun, pointed it between his legs. "I have to make sure he never hurts anyone again." She took a step closer to him. Kevin whimpered and tried to draw his legs in closer to himself, make himself smaller.
"Tory, no. He's down. Look at him/. He's in shock. He can't hurt us and if you shoot him now it's not self defense and you'll be the one in jail."
"I won't kill him." She sounded flat. Unemotional. Distant.
I wondered if she would do it, and I almost wanted her to shoot him. But I couldn't let her. I couldn't let her go to jail because of him.
"Give me the gun, Tory."
"No. I need to make him suffer."
"Not like this Tory. Not at your expense. Call Simon or I'll call him. He'll bring the police and..."
Victoria laughed, a bitter, scared laugh. "The police? He knows all of them."
"And he's still not above the law."
"He'll weasel his way out of it."
I knew that was a possibility, if he could manipulate the right people. But all the cops in Glen Oak couldn't be crooked like him. "No he won't. We won't let him. Tory, he's done some pretty terrible things. He won't get away with it."
I saw movement from the corner of my eyes, and even though it was only a couple seconds, it felt like slow motion as Kevin surged up and lumbered toward Victoria. Victoria screamed, I think I screamed, and the gun went off again. Kevin and Victoria both went down, with Kevin landing on top of her.
Neither of them moved and there was so much blood I feared Victoria had been hit. I dragged the damn chair closer to them and put my foot out to kick Kevin. He moaned but didn't move, so I took the chance of pushing him, rolling him off Victoria.
"Tory?"
She opened her eyes, and her mouth moved but she didn't say anything. I nodded hoping that would comfort her somehow, and I stroked her hair from her face. She didn't seem to be hit, just in shock
Kevin moaned again, his head rolling to the side. Drool dribbled out of his mouth. Good. Maybe he would be a drooling, jibbering idiot after this. I reached into his pocket and retrieved the keys to my hand cuffs. Finally free of the chair, I tossed it across the room.
"I'm going to call Simon."
"Simon..." Tory whispered.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
End chapter 19. I hope you like it. This story is drawing to a close, but not to worry, I've already got a sequel rolling around in my head. ;) So please R/R and let me know what you think. Thanks so much! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
