Be Quiet, He Can Hear [To Be Edited]

Chapter 13: Sleepovers

Chapter 13: Sleepover

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Nicky's POV

I glanced at the clock on my cell phone. "1:35 AM" it was time. If I was going to catch my slut of a wife in the act, it would be now. I opened my car door and jumped out, putting my father's gun and a knife in the waist band of my jeans. Then I headed to the front door of our condo...

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4 hours earlier:

I sat in my car, taking a swig of the vodka in my hand as I stared and watched my own home. I saw shadows moving in the living room window and I frowned, my hand tightening around the neck of the bottle. I picked up my cell phone and dialed my home number, waiting.

"Hello?" my angel chirped. I smiled in spite of myself. I hadn't heard Charlotte's voice in three days, since I had left on my "business trip." I had been staying at John's house until I got the nerve up to make my move. Charlotte would regret the day she cheated on me...

"Hey, Angel, I'm just calling to check in," I said, willing my voice to stay strong and not slur.

"Oh, hi Nicky," Charlotte said, the enthusiasm in her voice disappearing. I scowled.

"how are you and Cara?" I pressed as an awkward silence started.

"Good, I just put her to sleep. She misses you," She said. Again I smiled. I missed my baby, too. After I had taken care of everything I would make sure Cara understood that what I did was right. Charlotte didn't deserve to live if she was disobedient. No one did. Not even my own mother... I shook my head, clearing it of thoughts of my mother. She had deserved what she had gotten.

"That's good," I murmured. As I spoke I barely heard the whisper of another voice though the phone, and the slightest hiss of Charlotte shushing whoever was with her. I saw red.

"Well, I have to go," I said, interrupting whatever that slut had been about to say. "goodbye." and I hung up on her before she could respond. I took another long gulp of my vodka before leaning my head against the head rest to take a nap. I had a few hours to wait.

*Nicky's dream*

*I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as the paramedics placed my mom onto the stretcher, an oxygen mask over her face, her skin pale and a dark bruise on her head, some blood in her hair.

"Mom?" I whispered. I walked further into the room and saw my older brother, John, crying at the kitchen table. Dad stood behind him with sadness in his eyes. Dad waved me over to him. When I got close enough, he knelt down to my level.

"You're mother fell and hit her head on the counter. She's going to be okay, nick." my father told me. I nodded and watched the paramedics wheel my mom away.

"Did she deserve it daddy?" I asked, looking up at him. John jerked his head up and stared at me in disgust.

"Of course she didn't, idiot boy! Mom was an angel!" John yelled, and then he stormed out of the kitchen. John was the only one who didn't know about Dad's rules about girls. "Dad had said John was too much of a softie to be a good disciplinarian, but I wasn't. Dad taught me that women needed to be taught that when they were in a relationship. They were in one for life. They had to be taught to be proper ladies.

"What did mom do wrong?" I asked.

"Your mother liked to look at other men. Usually, I ignored it because she looked but never touched. This time, she did. I caught her kissing another man." dad snarled. I gasped. My mother knew better than that. She must've been truly desperate to have disobeyed my father like that.