Love's Sins (Sequel to Silent Cries)

Chapter Twenty Two - The Day We All Escaped.

One Year Later..
Katherine's POV

"Fuck you too! I never needed or wanted to be with you anyways Ronnie!" Rory screams, the sound banging around in my head and hurting my ears. I stare weakly up at my son from the couch, the fresh sight of where the needle penetrated my skin still stinging from an hour ago. Those two have been continually at each other's throats since the incident with Lucas last year.

Everyday since then had seemingly been more difficult than the last. Lucas came back with an aggressive new stance far worse than his last. He became a dictator, controlling who came and went from the apartment and keeping us all in line with an iron fist.

The beatings which had once been a thing of the past came back as well. Rory got hurt so bad at times that he missed school so often they had to force him to repeat his freshmen year completely. Ronnie and him had also argued a lot more considerably after that. I remember the nights he came home from staying out late for school work with tears in his eyes, only being held back to avoid his father's abuse.

Lucas didn't let up on me either. He knew me too well and saw immediately that I had known of the relationship between the two boys and that I had kept it from him. This resulted in the shit being knocked out of me on just as many occasions as Rory had. The insults and the abuse became part of the routine and left me dying for just a moment's worth of relief.

My eyes wandered down to the puncture wound again and as I stared, I recalled the decision to relapse a few months back. I had been offered up a new drug connection a few weeks before I had taken the major step back and let that needle back into my life.

When I finally gave in and started back up it felt as if I had never quit in the first place. I guess what they say about addiction is that once you've gotten adjusted to it once, it never goes away. Once an addict, always an addict as many would put it. In my mind it seemed like the only reasonable way out of my suffering, so I managed to get hooked up with some morphine. So with one phone call and car drive, I was back to where I had started.

The phone rang again a while after the massive blow out but Rory refused to answer it. He sat down on the couch beside me and put his head in his hands, letting his body go weak and shake beside me. I automatically encircled an arm around him and pulled him to my side to offer up as much comfort as I could. We both were going through our own kind of hell.

"Did you break it off?" I ask hesitantly, careful not to make the situation worse. He remains silent but nods his head in response. "Oh honey.." I coo, running my fingers down his scalp in the calming way he loved when he was a kid and had gotten an ouchie. This sends him into a fit of sobs so hard that he crumbles into me and drenches my shirt with his tears and snot.

The front door opens sometime later and the room falls dead silent aside from Rory's quick gasps for air. Lucas shuts the door behind him, stepping so close that he towers over the both of us. His face is creased with the familiar look of displeasure that meant danger was sure to follow. I got to my feet in haste, standing between my son and the danger that surely was going to hit him first by the look in Lucas's eyes.

"Stand aside, Kat." Lucas growls in monotone. I remain firmly planted in front of him, the haze of the drugs numbing my senses still enough that I feel somewhat brave but hardly able to stand entirely still. "No, Lucas. I'm sick of you beating the shit out of him for something so silly. Our child is homosexual and it's high time that you accept it." I bite back, glaring back up into his darkened eyes.

The disapproval does nothing to help me. Lucas's hands close around my throat, squeezing so hard like a snake trying to take out its next meal. Stars dance across my vision and I feel myself being lifted off the ground but before the darkness can consume me, I'm thrown to the floor and out of Lucas's path of vengeance.