The Love of a Silent Star

The Blood that Spills on Broken Glass Part Two

Chapter Sixteen

Roy's P.O.V

I love my wife, I really do. Ever since I first saw her, we were … connected. I know it may seem different, but I do.

For awhile she became obsessed with the thought of having children and for some time I didn't mind. I figured that she wanted to settle down and have a nice and normal family. Of course when she had the accident, everything seemed to go to hell. She became a little detached from the world. She still cooked and cleaned of course, but sex got boring with her, it's like something happy inside of her had died. And then she became bitchy, not letting me have fun.

When she had found out about Edward and me she became angrier, I don't care anymore. The love we had, that is gone now. There are different kinds of loves in this world. The one that I had with her, just died.

Now I have a new love. But that whore took him away from me, that love should have lasted forever, but she had to ruin it.

I know that she did something to make him stop. He was like a drug for me and she took him away. I yearn for his touch, the feel of his young body. I know he didn't love me like I love him, but how could he just stop? I always paid him more than enough for his "love."

When I didn't get it, I knew I had to take it from him because I needed him so bad. I may have been rough on him, but it was all because of my love for him, always.

Once I had done those things to him, I felt that he belonged to me. I had made him mine., everything I had done to him, it all showed my love. He didn't say anything to me after I had done this, but some how I knew that it was my wife that had stopped us from our love.

For awhile I waited to see if they would call the police , a simple test taken on, my love, would prove who touched him. I worried while I waited, but no one came, no one said anything.

Today I am waiting for the perfect alone time. I hear my son and Edward walk down the stairs and the scrape of chairs. After a couple minutes I heard water running and then some low talking. When I hear foot steps coming out of the kitchen, I make my move. I get up and walk down the stairs. I make sure to brush Edward as I pass, and I watch him flinch which causes my groin to act up.

I walk into the kitchen, hearing the fading steps of my son and my love. I look at my wife, she is finishing up a few dishes and drying them off. Her back is too me while she does this.

"Would you like breakfast dear?" She said to me, her words sounded forced.

"No, I'm not hungry, coffee is fine." I say and get myself a cup.

"Suit yourself."

"…"

"Do you know what happened to Edward?" She asked me as she turned to face me, a plastic spoon and a frying pan where in her head, and she was stirring food that was smoking.

"No…I was very busy." I lied as I looked at the motion of her hands with the spoon.

"O I see, so you decided to let someone come in the house to rape our adopted son?" She asked and I heard the sarcasm in her tone of voice.

"What would you know or care, you weren't even here."

"Are you so desperate that you would rape a child?" She questioned me.

"Believe me…the way that boy and me have fun, I can't even tell the difference." I smile at her and sip my coffee.

The next thing I know my cup is flying out of my hand and into the wall and there is a red hand mark on the side of my face. That bitch slapped me! I turn and look at her angrily.

"You won't ever touch MY SON again you worthless excuse for a human being." She spat at me and pissed me off even more.

I reached for her throat, but she threw the pan that was filled with hot contents at me. I moved aside only to be hit in the gut with the hot pan. I yelled out in pain and jumped back against the counter. I grabbed a knife and came toward her again, this time watching the metal pan in her hand.

"You fucking bitch!" I yell at her, viscously.

"I'm not the one that needs to get pleasure from a little boy." She retorted.

I came at her, trying to stab her in the chest. One part of my mind was focused on killing the whore, the other was thinking about what I would do after I had killed her. Edward and me could enjoy a good long fucking in her blood. That almost turned me on, if she hadn't come at me with the pan. I knocked it out of her hands and shoved her harshly against the counter, I raised the knife to strike down on her, but I froze when I felt something sharp come into my back. I was slow to react to what it was.

My body suddenly felt cold and I could feel the blood trickling down my back and silently pattering to the floor below. I took a step back and the knife dropped from my hand to noisily clatter to the floor. I turned and looked in those all too familiar empty eyes that I loved with all my heart.

Edward stood there watching me, like he had done nothing to me what so ever. I gasped and fell to my hands and knees. I struggled for air as I looked at the fading figure in front of me.

"Why, my love…why?" I whispered.

" …… You mean nothing to me." He told me coldly.

"I love you so much Edward, please." I tell him and I reach for him, wanting to feel him against me again.

"Worthless." He stated to me and walked away letting me fall to the floor, gasping for air. My vision fades and I hear my wife calling for an ambulance. I don't remember anything else after that, fore my vision faded to darkness.