The Powers Family Imagines (COMPLETED)

WaterPark Terror 4

Y/N POV

Watching Selling Tampa and finishing up my third glass of wine, I checked my phone for any missed calls from Keith and glanced at the time.

6:23 am

"Keith, I hope you didn't do anything stupid," I mumbled to myself before getting up from my comfortable position on the couch and dragging myself to the kitchen. I grabbed the damn near empty bottle of red wine from the counter and replaced it with my glass. I might as well finish it. As soon as I stepped into the den, I jumped slightly at the sound of someone entering the front door.

"You're up..." Keith raised an eyebrow as he eyed the bottle in my hand "...and drinking, babe, it's six in the morning." I chuckled while rolling my eyes. "Well, from the night I just had, I would be concerned if I wasn't drinking." I continued on my journey to the couch and unpaused my show. Keith removed his jacket and shoes before tossing the keys on the coffee table and plopping beside me. I debated bringing up Theo and the situation, afraid he'd get upset. I know he had just left after seeing him, but I was curious about what had happened at the hospital.

Keith must have noticed how tense I was. "I didn't touch him." I finally exhaled and looked at him, "How is he?" Keith shrugged and grabbed the bottle from my hands. "You don't need this anymore." He got up, and I followed him to the kitchen. I crossed my arms and gave him a look, "Keith, how is he? If Tyrell is anything like his father, I know Theo is possibly in a coma." Keith chuckled.

"You give that boy too much credit. Theo is conscious. I told him to apologize; the rest is up to Kennedy." I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. "Like hell it is! He is not allowed around this family anymore." "That is not up to us, y/n. He is the father of her children, and Kennedy isn't going to give up on their marriage. Like it or not, and I hate it, this isn't our problem to fix."

"Keith-"

"Listen, the boy already got his ass beat and embarrassed in front of his family and dozens of people. He's lying in a cold and smelly hospital room alone. I think that's enough punishment; if Kennedy doesn't forgive him, that will hurt much more."

I huffed and crossed my arms. "When did you become the voice of reason?" His face softened, and he played with the rings on his fingers.

"When my actions almost killed my son." It's been years since that happened, and since we moved, Keith thinks before he acts. I loved that even in our 50s, we are still growing and learning.

"Speaking of sons..." I trailed off, and honestly, I hate bringing up the abuse I endured with him, but not all of our children know what he did to me, and now that they're getting older, it's about time for the younger children to learn. Also, Keith Jr. found out, so we have to talk to them.

"Oh boy, what did they do?" Keith smirked, knowing how much trouble his younger sons cause when he's not there.

"So on our way home last night, we made a pit stop, and while Kennedy and I were talking about her...situation, KJ overheard me talk about that- that day." Keith had a look of confusion on his face, "What day?" I tapped my almond nails on the counter and avoided his eyes.

"With the gun," I whispered. There were two gun incidents, but he immediately knew which one I was talking about.

Kennedy's POV

11: 45 pm

I stared at the room number debating whether I should return and be with my kids. Luckily they aren't old enough to register what happened, but they know that daddy hasn't been around. Even though it's only been a few hours, Theo will at least Facetime them, but I've been declining his calls.

Despite what happened between us, I finally decided to show up at the hospital. Unfortunately, he's still my husband, and Tyrell did some damage. I was going to knock on the door, but a nurse coughed awkwardly and caught my attention. She had a cart full of lunches for the patients. "Oh! I am so sorry. Are you going into this room?" She chuckled and nodded as I moved to the side, and she opened the door.

Theo had the game on and smiled when he saw the nurse, "Ms. Grace! I've been waiting for you; what do we have today?" He hasn't been here for 24 hours and has already made friends.

I shook my head and knocked, which brought his attention to me. He didn't expect me to come and see him, at least this soon. "Ms. Grace, this is Kennedy." "So this is the beautiful wife you mentioned?" Grace looked me over and nodded in approval,  "Theo, I suggest you correct your behavior and fast." She playfully winked at me, and I smirked, sending one back. Grace closed the door, leaving us alone.

I sat on the chair beside the bed, and Theo toyed with his hospital gown. "How are the kids? You haven't been letting me talk to them." I tilted my head to the side and squinted, "And why do you think that is, Theo?" He chuckled and licked his chapped and busted lips before rubbing his hands over his waves. Usually, that would turn me on. However, my guard is still up.

"Kennedy, how many apologies do I have to give for you to forgive me?"

I shrugged, "I don't know; how about trying it on your knees." I crossed my arms while smirking at his pissed-off face; I cleared my throat. "I don't take lightly putting your hands on me, especially when you know what happened to my mother. So excuse me if it takes a while for me to  forgive my abuser-"

"Woah, Woah, Woah. Now I'm an abuser?" My choice of wording hurt him. "Now I understand that I shouldn't have pushed you, but  don't you think that's going too far?"

"You pushed me because I told you to calm down. How can you excuse that, Theo?" His silence proved that he knew that he was wrong. "When you get discharged, don't expect us to be home. I'm taking the kids to my parents for a few days."

"You're taking-" Theo threw the covers off him and got up as quickly as his injuries let him. I counted him wincing three times. "You're taking the kids?" I know this pissed him off more than me telling him to beg a few minutes ago.  He slowly walked over to the side of the bed that I was on, never taking his eyes off me, and honestly, this was not helping his case.

"I don't feel safe around you, Theo. Not anymore."

"Because I pushed you?!"

"Glass fell on me! Theo, you have always had a temper, but you never laid a hand on me, and I don't know if or when it'll happen again. I need space to think."

"You can leave, but not with my kids." I stood up to leave, but his frame blocked me between him and the bed with the chair I was sitting on caged me in from the left side. I tried to slide to the right to get past him, but he got closer, causing me to fall back on the bed. He leaned down to my eye level as his face hardened.

Shit.

"You're not taking my kids, Kennedy. Do you understand me?" My breathing quickened, and I started to get the same feeling I had the night he got violent the first time. 

Is this how my dad made my mother feel every day? Is this the same feeling she felt waking up next to him? 

Did she fear him?