Chapter 4
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Lilmac45: I sorry to hear that about your brother. I have many family members who were either in the military or in the police force so I know the burdens of having family who has or have had struggles like that.
Spencer's POV
The following days at my house have been the picture-perfect version of hell. Aiden has been hell-bent on make my life and anyone near a living hell. He has been purposely calling in at work just so he can sit around the house and make sure I'm doing everything that his foul little heart desired. The boys have been staying cooped up in their room trying to hide from the wrath of Aiden but when them do come out they are very quiet and subdued. Their behavior is the thing that bothers me the most; toddlers- or children in general - shouldn't have to act as though they are in a prison and are fearful of even breathing.
"SPENCER!" Aiden bellowed at me from up the stairs. I wince at the tone he had used, even though I probably should be used to it by now.
After quickly removing the pan of scrambled eggs off the heated burner, I dash up the poorly lit stairway and into our bedroom. As I walk into the small and unsurprisingly freezing room I can't keep my eyes from gazing over at the bed to find it still rumpled from last night's and this morning's activities. I can't suppress the delicate shudder as I recall the cold metal of hand cuffs cutting into my wrist as that thing I call my husband did what he willed with me until I had lost consciousness.
Absentmindedly I rub the torn skin on my wrist as I continue into the bedroom. I glance around the dark room, not finding him I look towards the closet door where I spot some leaking dim rays of light from between the door's cracks. Taking a steadying breath I stumble into the walk-in closet where I find my fuming and red-faced tormentor.
"Yes Aiden?" I question quietly, my voice weak and hoarse from my earlier cries of pain that I had desperately tried to keep lock in. Needless to say I couldn't.
"Why did it take you so long?" He questioned harshly with a debauched glare but continued before I could give a response. "Never mind, it doesn't matter at the moment. Which shirt should I wear?" He asks and held up a horrid orange and black striped dress shirt in one hand and an appealing navy blue one in the other.
I licked my lips nervously and pointed to the navy shirt. "That one looks nice." I say timidly, trying to hold in a grimace. He asks me things like this all the time and he makes the simplest question hard to answer, because he finds it humorous watching me squirm under his intense gaze.
He raises an eyebrow and snorts at me. "Are you sure? You know how I can't stand the color blue. At. All." Aiden gives me a pointed look as my blue eyes fearfully watch him. He always makes random points about how much he can't stand me.
I clear my throat as I try to keep my tears at bay. Once they are under control I look back up at him. "What is the occasion? If I knew maybe I could suggest a better choice."
He smirks at me and chuckles like at child who is about to do some naughty. "I'm interviewing some new girls for the secretary position for my office. I always have to look good for the ladies now don't I?"
I look away from his gleeful face and back down at the two shirts. "Then I would go with the orange shirt matched with..." I turn so I could start digging around the closet until I found what I was searching for. "This tie." I hold up the dark gray white striped tie with a slight smile on my face.
An idiot could tell you that this tie is a complete contrast to the bright sickly orange shirt but Aiden, who doesn't have a fashion sense, smiles and quickly slips the items on with gusto. You could call this a feeble form of payback if you like.
"Good girl. You may go and finish my breakfast now." He says while placing a grated hand on the small of my back to roughly push me out of the closet. This causes to the stagger into the wall resulting in yet another bruise on my arm. I make my way back down the stairs rubbing my bruising shoulder as I go.
If you're curious, yes I know my worthless, abusive husband is cheating on me with every willing piece of woman at his office or anywhere else he goes after work. It's not like to can do much about it anyway. The only thing that would happen if I brought it up is him laughing in my face or something along those lines…maybe worst.
Sighing, I run my hand through my blonde locks and re-enter the kitchen. I lay the pan back on to the heated stove and smile a half-hearted smile to myself when I spot my adorable twins sitting at the table quietly talking to each other in their own little language.
"Good morning, my babies." I say with today's first actual traces of joy in my voice.
"Morning, Mommy. Can we have pancakes?" They both ask in sync as they look at up me with hopeful big eyes. This causes my smile to widen; I love their little twin moments.
I lightly laugh and nod my head. "Yes you can have pancakes."
Just as I'm getting his plate set on the table Aiden makes his presents known to us by stomping his way down the stairs, over the hardwood floor, and into the kitchen/dining room.
"Oh good. My food's done." He grumbles with a mock surprised look. The son of a bitch always acts like I never make and give him his meals on time.
I quietly place the twins' plates in front of them before silently taking my seat in between the two small children. We sit is a taut silence for several long minutes, the only thing to be heard in the sound of forks scraping on plates. Trying to ignore the tension surrounding the small room I try and force my concentration on the two toddlers who are happily covering themselves and anything they can get their tiny hands on with maple syrup. My attention is brought back across the table by the clearing of a throat. When I look up I had met with a glare.
Clearing his throat again he says, "Make sure you do that list I gave you last night. If you don't or if it's not done by time I get home or there will be problems." He told me with a stern look.
I drop my eyes to the table and study the different patterns the grains within the wood make. "Of course, Aiden. I wouldn't think of it."
He nods and smacks his hand on the table top. "Good girl. I have to go now so wish me luck by giving me a kiss like a good little wife that you should be."
I slowly stand and make my way around the small table to stand in front of his large form. As so as I'm close enough he grabs me in his large paws to pull me into a rough and sloppy kiss. He kisses me long and deep while harshly pulling at my hips. To end the kiss he bites down onto my bottom lip so hard that when he releases it I could taste the copper flavor of blood.
He smirks at and straightens his tie and collar. "I want some roast beef for dinner tonight by the way."
"Yes Aiden." I mumble just loud enough for him to hear. With that said he spins on his heel and stomps his way out the door, grabbing his suite case as he went. I walk around to the living room window that looks out into the front yard and I watch as Aiden climbs in his car and quickly makes his way on to the road. I spy on the black sedan until it disappears around the corner.
I turn to look to the wall at the far side of the room, glancing at the old angel clock that my grandmother had given me before she pasted away. I watch as the hands on the clock slowly and painstakingly move for exactly five minutes. When I'm positive that Aiden won't pull back up I launch myself at the house phone and dial the oh so familiar number.
He picked up on the first ring. "Is he gone?" Glen asked eagerly.
"Yep he left five minutes ago, so we are clear to go." I say with a nervous but enthusiastic edge to my voice.
"Good. We'll be right over to get this party started." Glen sang in his delight. I smiled at his enthusiasm and shook my head.
"We'll be waiting."
Not bothering with the task of doing the dishes, I head straight for the dining table to get the twins. I quickly got them up stairs so I could wipe all the sticky syrup from their faces and hands. Just as I am pulling Skylar's burgundy polo shirt over his head of curly ink colored hair, I hear the faint sounds of someone banging on the front door.
I sprint down the staircase, only pausing to tell the boys to stay put until I call them down, and fly to the front door, yanking it open to reveal my grinning brother, sister-in-law, and four large burly men.
I pull my brother in to a tight heartfelt hug, kissing his stubbly cheek before pulling Madison into me. Once I pull away Glen gestures behind him.
Pointing at the tallest guy, a muscular red head, Glen starts the introduction. "Spence, these are four good buddies from work that volunteered to help us with our mission today. This big guy's name is Dave, here we have John, Cody, and Mickey. Boys this is my baby sister Spencer."
"Hi Spencer." They reply with an array of waves.
After we exchange pleasantries the seven of us quickly disperse throughout the house where we proceeded to pack all of mine and the boys' belongs in cardboard boxes. I'm busy packing up my clothes into a duffel bag when I feel a tug on my pant leg. I look down and looking queerly down at Scotty who is look up at me in confusion
"Mommy? Why are Glen-Glen and Aunt Madi taking all our toys?" He asks with a frown and an angry cross of his little arms.
"They aren't taking your toys. They are packing them." I say with a short laugh as I continue dashing from the closet to the dresser and back to the bags on the bed.
"Why?" Asked Skylar with the Carlin head tilt he inherited from me.
"You, Scotty, and Mommy are going to go live in a different house." I answer as I struggle to zip the over-stuffed duffle.
"Is Daddy coming to?" Scotty asks with sad baby blues.
I sigh and turn towards the two boys and kneel down in front of them. "No. Daddy isn't going with us. He is staying here."
The twins don't say anything for about ten long seconds before Scotty says with a shrug, "'Kay Mommy. Can Sky-Sky and me got watch Scooby?"
I smile and nod my head. "Sure buddy." Scotty gives me a kiss then races down stairs, Skylar fallows his brothers lead and skips down to the living room.
They took that rather well, didn't they? If I was being honest I would have to tell you that I wasn't to certain on their reactions to what we were doing. Seeing their reaction just confirmed I was doing the best thing; they seemed happy about Aiden staying here.
I throw the last of the boys' and my cloths in the living room when glen runs up to me with a grin. I return the smile and wait for whatever he is gonna say.
"Whelp, Spence, we have all your stuff in the truck, besides the close you are taking on the plane, so when you're ready we can leave."
His words cause me to look around the house with sad yet happy eyes. This is the only life I've known and I'm about to leave that all behind for a small house in a small town halfway across the country.
"I'm ready Glen."
An hour and a half later I find myself standing in a crowded airport clinging to my brother and his wife while I try to hold my tears back. "I'm going to miss you two so much. You have no idea." I whisper in to Glen's neck only loud enough for him and Madison to hear.
"We'll miss you too Spence but remember we will be down there to visit you in three weeks." Madison whispers just as quietly in my ear. The words barely left her lips when my flight was called for boarding over the intercom.
"I know but I'm gonna miss you guys like crazy."
Glen sniffles in my ear as I pull away. "Trust me Spence. I know," He wipes his tears away before grinning down at the boys that are holding onto the belt loops of my jean skirt.
"Don't worry my boys; I'll make sure the Fed-X guys get your toys to you as soon as possible. And remember to be good for your Mommy... I'm going to miss my boys." Glen says with a watery smile. His words were rewarded with two children tightly hugging his legs.
"We'll miss you to Uncle Glen!" They cry and cling to him tighter.
I watch as they release Glen and break down in their Aunt's arms. I can't help the tears that streak down my cheeks.
"Last call for flight 09742 to Arkansas."
I exhale unhappily and grasp both Scotty and Skylar's hands. "I guess this is it." I whisper to the floor.
I feel two pairs of arm wrap around me for one last hug. "We will see you soon." Madison said, whispering the promise in my ear.
I pull out of the embrace and give my only true family a forced smile. With that last goodbye I lead myself and my sons to our new future.