It has been about a month and things seemed to be going completely fine.
Reba came home from work to find that Kevin was in a fine mood. Recently his mad moods have been kept under control, but he still scared her sometimes.
"Reba, there is something I want to talk about," he said motioning for her to sit down on the couch next to him, a spot she gladly took.
"What about and where are the kids?" she curiously asked.
"They went out with Barbra Jean for dinner," he told her.
"Oh, ok, so what did you talk about?"
"Well, we're not getting any younger, and I think that I want to have a baby of our own," he told her.
This wasn't something that she had even begun to think about. She thought her baby-having days were far behind her and she was happy with the family she had now.
"Um, well, honey, that's one of the problems. We aren't getting any younger, and I don't know if I really want to add another child to our already big family," she felt bad about what she said, but it was what she felt.
"That's why we should do this now."
"Don't you think it would be a little crowded with Elizabeth and a new baby around here?"
"Well, I like the idea of a big family. You know that. I want us to have a baby. Reba, common," he snorted at her.
"No, Kevin. I'm not gonna 'common'. I don't want to have another baby," she firmly told him. She could feel he got a little tense. "I'm sorry, but this isn't something I want to do. I'm in a great place at work, and I enjoy the family that I already have. This is ultimately my choice, and I don't think I want another baby."
"God damn it, Reba! Why do you have to control everything that happens in this house, all the time?!"
"Kevin, let think realistically. I don't control everything around here, and this doesn't just affect me or you, it affects everyone that we know and care about!"
Kevin stood up, he was starting to loose his temper, there was a sudden rage in his eyes. This frightened Reba a little and she thought to herself about what happened about a month ago. She remembered how he got so angry that he hit her.
Reba curled up in a ball on the couch, a little afraid of where this conversation was headed. "Kevin, calm down a little, ok? I'm sorry," she pleaded with him.
"No. NO! I'm tired of EVERYTHING being YOUR choice. I want to have another baby, but NO, YOU don't so the whole world has to go along with YOUR decisions!" He was just working himself up, "I'm so sick and tired of what YOU want!"
"Things don't always go my way. If I had it my way I wouldn't be doing all the cleaning around here, but I do it anyways don't I?!" Reba had known that was a bad decision. She regretted what she said as soon as the words left her mouth because the next thing she knew Kevin grabbed her arm and pulled her up off the couch. "Ouch! Kevin stop! That hurts!"
"That hurts, huh? Well then you're in for a rude awakening!" He yelled as he threw her to the ground. She was stuck in-between the couch and the coffee table, with nowhere to go.
"Kevin, please," she begged him. Tears beginning to well up in her beautiful, blue eyes.
"Don't hurt ME, I don't want to have a baby, ME, ME , ME !" Kevin yelled in a condescending tone. He grabbed one of Cheyenne 's left over People magazines, rolled it up, and started to hit Reba with it. Reba started scooting back until she had some more room to move around and tried to stand up. Kevin noticed this and pushed her back down. Little did he know, she had grabbed the remote that he had left on the side table, and she was ready to use it if she needed to.
He grabbed her arm, again, in the same spot that he had before. "Get up!"
Reba unsteadily followed her arm up off the floor, and then behind the couch. He threw the magazine to the floor and backed Reba into the table they had behind the couch. "WHY can't you think of anyone else by YOURSELF!" he said pushing her harder onto the table. Reba cried out for him to stop but he ignored her, "YOU selfish little slut!" He yelled at her.
She then tightened her grip on the remote she was holding. He pushed her onto the table and she hit him hard with the remote. When she did, she heard it hit him, it made a horrible crack noise, but she didn't have time to look at what damages she caused. While he was holding his head in his hands, she ran out the door. She kept running as fast as she could, but she heard him run out of the house and get into his car.
She ran as fast as she could to Brock's house because that was the closest, and she thought he would be home…God willing.