10 Minutes

"It Just Wouldn't Do"

Eight months later:

The walls appeared to be black all the way around but in reality they were a light gray. The black only came out at night and he had to remain quiet and still for it not to scare him. He closed his eyes and memories swirled around in his mind. Some of them good and other not as much. He recalled playing in the sunshine with his cousins when they stayed at his aunt house but every so often his father would visit and everything would change and revert back to a kind of hell that he had learned to deal with by going deep into himself and blocking out the pain. The only problem with that was that his father enjoyed hurting people and when he didn't get a reaction he simply continued to administer the punishment and sometimes it led to other problems. That was the case when he ended up with a broken arm. As they sat in the hospital room, his father paced the floor just waiting for the doctor to arrive to apply the cast. They had gone over his story multiple times until he wanted to scream but that might result in another broken arm and he really did think he was strong enough for that. When the doctor arrived it only took a few moments to repeat what he had been told to say for the doctor to get to work. An hour later they were back at his aunts house and ten minutes after that they were on their way home. He repeated over and over again what he would say and do when he saw his grandmother and how he would ask to go to his room because he was tired. As they arrived his father turned to him and said "remember...you are to do only what I told you.  Nothing more and nothing less." As they got out of the car he took a moment to adjust his jacket over his arm as his father spoke to one of his trusted men. He heard him say, "he's fine, just a minor scratch. He's accident prone. I don't know what's worse, the fact that he's mine or the fact that he's not. Now if the other boy was mine...I would make an empire of this family. Can is the boy I should have had". He knew instinctively that he was talking about one person and something in his heart broke. Whatever he had felt for his father had died that day. He had made excuse after excuse for his treatment of him but now he knew the truth of it. It wasn't his fault. It was Cans". His eyes snapped open as he looked around the room. "Grey walls. That's good. I have to remember that I'm Can Divit and Yigit is the broken boy not me". He pressed the button next to his bed and a minute later a guard walked up to the metal door with the security screen. "What do you need?" He smiled and replied. "Has my wife arrived yet? I've been waiting on her. Sanem Divit?". The guard simply nodded his head and walked away. He called out to the guard "she was supposed to be here by now. Hello....can someone check to see if she's been by?...she's supposed to come and see me".

Metin explained everything that Elif had told him to the police detective and Can and Sanem. A week later they had interviews with both Elif and her sister and they were cleared by the police and neither Can or Sanem intended to press charges. They understood what it felt like to be threatened by a psychopath. Can could see that it weighed heavily on Metin and so when he called for him to join them for dinner it didn't surprise him that Metin tried to beg off. It took Sanem to remind him of his uncle duties for him finally make it by. When he arrived he was a little apprehensive and out of sorts but soon a beer had him more relaxed. When the doorbell rang and Can got up to answer it he didn't bother to look up until Can cleared his throat. When he did he almost fell of his proverbial chair. "Hello Metin...I hope you don't mind that I'm here as well?". Metin turned to Can and Sanem and then back to the woman who stood next to Can just forward of the  entryway. "Ahh Elif...no of course not. Welcome". Sanem took Elif's handbag and offered her a seat which she took next to Metin. Can took on the duties of host and went off to find her a drink. When he walked into the kitchen it was to see Sanem craned over the island trying to see what Elif and Metin were doing. You're going to break your neck my love trying to spy on them. He smacked her on the bottom and then thought better of it and walked up right behind her and pressed into her backside with his front. "Can what in the world... We have guests and... hmmm". Can lowered his hands to his wife's hips and then to her sumptuous ass and then finally below the flouncy short dress she wore that shifted across her ass every time she moved. Sanem knew her husband very well and so before he got his brain on other things she turned around and pushed her pointed finger into his chest and then pushed him away. "Can Divit. You have three babies sleeping in their beds, one little boy fast asleep in his, the nanny on a date and two star crossed lovers in the next room. What do you think you're up to?" He bent down quickly and captured her lips in a lethal kiss while pulling her close and running his hands below her skirt to hold onto each of her soft and well rounded globes. She moaned and sighed into his kiss as he bent her back a bit more taking everything she could give. It had only been a few months since they had started to have full intimacy again. It had nothing to do with physical limitations or desire but she had been dealing with nightmares of Yigit's abduction and although she thought she had dealt with it the PTSD from it reared its ugly head in the form of fear of intimacy. Can got them both into therapy and after months of healing from childbirth and therapy for her trauma she was able to express her feelings and fears and use the tools that she had been learning to deal with the walls she had erected unknowingly. Her triggers were discovered and soon she could breathe fully knowing that she had not buried her fears but brought them into the light and that her husband was a constant source of support and love. Their first night back together had been spontaneous and full of love and tenderness but soon after they were once again enjoying the full breath of their loving in all sorts of ways. She was grate-full and thankful for the man that was her lover and friend, husband and father. As he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes he admired the top part of her dress that was a halter style. It showed her breasts off to perfection. She was still nursing and he was also the recipient of that miracle.  He nuzzled her neck before she patted him on the backside and reminded him of the drinks he was supposed to be taking out. He turned around and got busy and soon they were all in the dining area enjoying Sanem's excellent meal with wine and a few laughs.