Kidnapped III: Offspring//Mike Vitar Fanfic COMPLETED

Chapter Five

Mike's POV

After the most depressing conversation with my ten year old son, I brought this to Lori's attention when entered our bedroom with her. She sits on the bed and I close the door behind me, "Do you know what James just asked me?" I ask her, Lori looks concerned but shakes her head, "No...what?" She asks nervously. I sigh and sit next to her on the bed, "I heard him crying in his room so I went in and he asked me...if you and I were getting divorced, he's noticing our behaviors Lori...we need to get this under control" I explain. Lori, looking like she's about to break down in tears sighs and stands up...pacing the room back and forth slowly, I watch her for a minute then grab her by the arm gently and pull her back toward the bed. I look her deep in the eyes as she does into mine, "I'm sorry Mike...I do need to get this under control...I see that face on you when you see me like this..." her voice had slowly faded away at the end. This is the moment I knew I had to hold her again, to reassure her that she's safe, our kids are safe, "Lori...listen to me...nothing is going to happen to you, you know that...you also know damn well that nothing is gonna happen to those kids...those memories from twenty years ago are nothing more than just memories" I finish and Lori nods her head in agreement. I see tears forming at the bottom of her eyeballs and leak over her bottom eye lid dripping down her face...but her face was as straight as can be. A straight face when she's crying meant it was really bad. I watch her and that question I've been wanting to ask her kept popping into my mind in bold black letters Did something else happen? I go to open my mouth but shut it again, I don't wanna see her in pain like this anymore. So without thinking to carefully I let it spill, "Lori...what happened? That night? The last night we had to deal with those guys...", I felt my heart beginning to beat viciously in my chest and I felt my face burning up. Lori gave me a look of pure horror and stood up instantly, I put on the most serious face you can imagine and stand up instantly after her. My eyes are wide and my face felt like it was dropping, "Lori?...what are you not telling me?" I ask in a terrified whisper, Lori covers her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut as tears gush from the corners of them. We don't exchange any further words, she just turns and leaves the room and locked herself in the bathroom. It wasn't much longer after that I heard the shower running...I felt like the biggest asshole, I knew I shouldn't have asked. But that face gave me my answer! Something happened before I got there that night and took that brutal beating...what did he do to Lori?...no! Don't even think it Mike! I shake my head violently trying to get rid of the thought. It was a thought straight from hell. I wanted to know the truth...but at the same time I didn't. I'm getting closer to it...Even though I think I might already know- No! Stop thinking this! Stop! This family is going to be ripped apart because I asked such a stupid question and thought stupid thoughts! Stop it Mike! I had both my hands covering my ears as I had my head leaning over my body as I collapsed back to the bed. It was like a hard touch of vertigo had whacked me right over the head and knocked me down. I wanted the throw up...I felt disgusted. I felt scared...for Lori and this family. At this moment I tried collecting myself as best as I could...Why is it falling apart now? Lori and I made it over ten years together...even through those horrific days of our kidnappings...why is it resurfacing now!? I thought like this for the rest of the night until eventually...I passed out.
    I woke up pretty early next morning...it was only 4:30 in the morning and I couldn't sleep anymore, so I quietly got out of bed trying not to wake Lori...and left the bedroom.

Lori's POV

After the shower, I went back to the bedroom...I wasn't mad at Mike, I was just so scared. When I got back into the bedroom Mike was asleep, I smiled, I'm still so very grateful to have a man like him! I thought to myself...and that was still very true! Mike is a wonderful man who treats me and our children right! I'm just so scared to talk to him about this...now our kids are catching on. I mean Jesus Christ, our ten year old son asked if we were getting divorced! Of course NOT! Not in a million years! Dont you EVER think that! I thought of myself saying this to James. Being very stern with him to assure him that Mike and I were NOT getting divorced. It isn't Mike's fault, it isn't mine either...Mike is really catching onto it now...Something else did happen before Mike showed up to rescue me from that drug house. It was moments before he showed up with that stolen truck and two hours before Mike had taken a nasty beating from a crowbar. I remember feeling so horribly sick that night while I was chained to that disgusting rotten cot. I felt my stomach getting upset like I wanted to vomit, just by remembering that filthy cot and room, and house. I'm so fucking glad they torched that piece of shit to the ground! I thought. I snuggled up right next to Mike in bed after I got out of the shower. When I had fallen asleep I had a dream...about that night. I was chained to the cot, staring up at the flickering florescent lights above, my vision blurry, as if I had been drugged. I had been drugged. Next part of the dream I saw those hellish eyes looking down at me...moving back and forth slowly and me hearing my own whimpering which was turned out by the loud ringing in my ears...I saw his nasty and ugly grin as he kept moving. I woke up in a cold sweat gasping for air and looking around to make sure I was safe. It was 4:45 in the morning now...Mike wasn't next to me in bed.