The End of It All

Together

When Wyatt stood up, I knew what he was going to do. I didn't stop him because Leo deserved to have his eldest son punch him in the face and so he did. As soon as Wyatt's fist connected, my husband crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor, unconscious. I didn't even bother to check if Leo was all right.

"Sweetie, is your hand okay?" I didn't want Wyatt to get hurt on Leo's account.

"Yeah, I'm fine mom," Wyatt said, the hatred was still clear on his face.

My poor children, they didn't deserve this. Chris was barely fifteen and we had made his life hell. Leo was the worst, if maybe he had spent a little more time with his youngest son then we wouldn't be here. Yesterday was Chris's birthday, I did remember but Leo told me he was going to do something with my baby boy. He never did. I wasn't worried when the boys didn't come home; I thought they were out having fun with their father. This was unforgivable. No one treats my son likes this and gets away with it. When Leo wakes up I'll make him pay.

"Excuse me, but what the hell is going on?" Paige interrupted my line of thought, "Wyatt, why did you do that? And what the hell happened to Chris?"

"Paige, calm down," I said, "Chris, he tried to . . ." I couldn't say it.

"Chris attempted suicide," Wyatt's tone was completely void of emotion, "Because we were to busy to notice him."

Paige looked like she was frozen in time, she was open mouthed and completely shocked. Tears slowly began sliding her face. I couldn't stand to see my little sister like this. I know she is blaming herself, she always does. I stood up and grasped one of Paige's and Wyatt's hands with mine.

"It is not your fault, you hear me," I said the words, trying to reassure them both, "we are going to get through this together, and when my baby wakes up were going to help him." I am also reassuring myself. We have to do this together, that is the only way Chris can be saved.

"Your right, we will help Chris," Wyatt said, "but first we need to deal with him." His gaze was focused on the figure propped up against the wall. A large bruise was beginning to form on Leo's forehead. He had earned it.

When I finally turned my focus on to the bed and the figure in it, I saw the bright green eyes of my youngest son starring back into mine.

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