Unholy Chapel

Chapter Twenty; The Destruction of Beautiful Life

TW: Cursing, Fighting, Blood, Gore, Crying, Murder, Law, Legality of case, Murder Case, Monotonous routine, Death, Stabbing, Knife, Question of Death, 

Your life became repetitive as William quickly lost interest in his 5th child. You watched him off to work every day and welcomed him home with an infant in your arms and angsty children at his table.

You grew used to the new role of mom, shushing nightmares, playing toys or dolls, helping with homework and preparing college resumes. Every day was the same. Wake up, Feed Hope, Feed the other four, get three of them on the bus, Take care of the fourth and fifth, Make Lunch, Breast pumps for an hour during nap time, Wake up, Clean, Wake kids up from naps, Welcome kids home from school, Start Homework and Cooking, Welcome William home, Clean, Play Dolls, Bathe and Put Hope to Sleep, Put other kids to sleep, check in on Oldest two, Put your husband to sleep, Clean, Fall asleep. Repeat.

Everything you did was centered around your family or the house. You woke up earliest and fell asleep latest. There was a rare day where you could sleep in.

You found yourself bored when simply resting. You found your pleasure in reading, an activity long discarded and rediscovered. William found himself in want of another baby. You questioned his reasoning as he would have 6 children all of which needed equal amounts of care in different ways.

William's response had been for you to suck it up. "Suck it up?! Suck it the hell up?! Why dont you go fuck off and go marry a new mistress! You can just go fuck a baby into another girl!" You screamed at him while Hope was asleep, and everyone was asleep save for the tired parents.

You never saw such anger in William's eyes as he threw the blankets off him and stood over you. "How DARE you speak to me in that tone of voice, after I provided you food, love, shelter, a bed, a child, a relationship and paradise in your hands!" He raised his hand as if to strike you and you braced for impact.

"Paradise is not being the only person in this damn house who cleans, cooks, cares for YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN and then on top of that is still willing to- I don't know at this point- tolerate you?!" You r eyes were shut, waiting for the harsh sting of his palm. When it didn't come you peeked your eyes open to find William staring up at you from the floor.

He was in a kneeling position and upon seeing your eyes open he raised his hands and put them on your stomach which had stretch marks and pockmarks and irritated skin.

"Lets start anew. Please." He tried to be soft with you but you kicked him harshly, knocking him back. 

"Y/N, Please! Lets re-do things!"  William begged you for mercy but you said nothing as you glared down at him with the most angry eyes he had ever seen on you. It was like your face had disappeared, leaving wide and angry eyes to bore into his soul. Your foot collided with his side and his head, and anywhere it could reach as kicked him over and over, harshly and with bare feet. He was crying out for you to stop and you didn't relent to his pleas until you saw blood pool under his unconscious head. You watched as he slumped onto the floor tucked lightly into the bottom of your bed. Your feet were stained with small sprays of blood and you had blood on the new set of PJ's William had bought you. You slowed your breathing and stared at the new scene before you.

If you killed him you didn't know. You stepped back, stumbling over your own feet to get away from the bloody scene before hearing the cries of your baby. Your blood soaked feet pattered along the wooden hall to her room. The darkness of the hall was illuminated by the lights in her room. As you opened the door you expected to be able to sweep your baby into your arms and sooth her within moments, assuring her that mom was here. 

It was not the case as she was writhing and screaming like you had never heard. You scooped her up and inspected her for marks or blood or injury and found nothing. You sat her in your rocking chair and rocked, shushing her, offering your body for her nutrition but she went unrelenting for a solid 45 minutes, attracting the attention of your step son Michael as he peered into the room.