Divorced Lives
Chapter 5
Questioning
Spence slept little soundly throughout the night. Once in awhile he would wake up, telling Sirius that he hurt a little, and Sirius would reassure him that he would live through it and gave him a cup of hot chocolate.
Spence respected Sirius more now that he had saved his life. But he also realized he'd have to explain to his father about the windpipe being screwed up in a way; not to mention the other bruises around his body.
He had think up a good cover, a good- story, just like writing a book. 'What if I said I joined gymnastics and tripped a few times?' he thought to himself. 'Nah, he wouldn't believe that at all. Mum's going to kill me.'
Sirius sat next to him while he was pondering. "You know, this is the fifth time you have woken up and it's only two in the morning." he said and put his hand on Spence's quivering shoulder.
"I know, I was just thinking." Spence replied, staring into Sirius's dark blue eyes.
"Your dad is probably going to ask about the bruises and stuff."
"I'm a klutz." Spence said, turning his gaze to the blank tv.
"Are you?" Spence looked at him again. "I know your mother isn't the best person to be around with sometimes, does she ever hurt you in any way?"
"Never. I'm a hyper kid, what can I say?"
Sirius sighed deeply and hugged Spence. "Never mind bud. Your father's still awake by the way, just so you know."
"How come he's not in the room?"
"He has Harry in his lap."
"Oh."
"He says he's glad you're okay and that you should get some rest so," Sirius stood up, "good-night little Pouncer."
Spence giggled at the name as he lied down. "Good-night Padfoot." he said sleepily and dozed off.
Sirius walked into the living room where Harry was sleeping on Severus. "So how is he?" Severus whispered, trying not to wake Harry.
"Okay, I've been asking him about his marks.." replied Sirius.
"And..."
"He said he's a klutz and a hyper kid."
"I wonder what's up with him."
"I have a hunch."
Spence woke up around nine o' clock A.M. realizing is father was sitting next to him. "Morning dad. How was your night?" he asked, resting his head on Severus's shoulder.
"I didn't get back to sleep. I took an energy potion so I could be awake for the day. I heard you didn't sleep too well either." Severus replied, wrapping an arm around his son.
"It still kind of hurts."
"Oh. Where did you get these marks bud?"
"I've been hyper lately and I got carried away and got hurt."
"Bud, I hope you're not lying to me."
"No! Why would I lie?"
"That's what I was wondering."
"Do you not trust me?!"
"I trust you Spence, I just don't know."
"Don't know about what?"
"Does she hurt you Spence?"
"NO! Why do people assume that?"
"Because we know about your mom's anger problem."
"You really don't trust me, you know how bad that hurts?"
"I trust you."
"Then why are you asking me these questions?"
"Because, I don't know. You've been acting very strange lately. I mean, you didn't tell me about that cut you had that was hurting you when you came over."
"Maybe I don't want to seem weak."
"Is that the real reason? Because if it is, I would never deem you weak. I know that you belittle yourself a lot but not about being weak. You should know by now that you are not weak and never were."
"You honestly think I'm lying don't you?"
"Bud, it's not that! I just think that maybe you can't say."
"Mum lets me say whatever I want. Nothing's wrong!"
"Fine! Nothing's wrong then! Sorry for caring Spence." Severus walked into the kitchen.
Spence stared at the spot where his father was and started to sob hysterically. He hated fighting with him, he really did. But he had to keep his secret safe otherwise there would be hell to pay with his mother.
A few hours later Severus walked back into the living room to apologize. When he got in there he found that his son was fast asleep on the couch, but had tear streaks on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry Spence!" muttered Sev as he sat on the edge of the couch. "Did I make you cry?" He felt really upset with himself that he caused his son pain. Severus ran his fingers through Spence's hair. "Oh bud, why did I do that?"
Harry walked sleepily into the living room. "Hello Professor, I mean Severus." Harry yawned. "How's Spence?" He sat down next to Severus.
"He's sleeping," Sev replied, "he had a tough night."
"Aww, is he okay?"
"He'll be fine. How about you, were you comfortable in your sleep?"
"Yeah, the couch is usually not that soft."
"You fell asleep on me Harry."
"Oh!" Harry's cheeks went red and Severus laughed and wrapped his free arm around Harry's shoulders. "You know, you're not so bad when you're not teaching."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes you're mean when you teach."
"You'd be mean too if you were stuck with millions of kids everyday."
Harry laughed and rested his head on Severus's shoulder. "Fred and George drive you up the wall?"
"Don't mention their names in front of me." Harry laughed. "They're horrible! The both of them!"
"They see you as a blockage in their way of wreaking havoc." Severus laughed.
A/N: That's all I can think of for now! Anyone want to help? Oh yeah, thank you my reviewers!
-Dracozchick