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Sky’s the Limit
Part 3
By Kya Korday
Chapters 6, 7, 8 & 9
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*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18, or who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should read any further. Also, if you are looking for a quick fix, this is not the story for you and you should STOP reading immediately.
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone who is offended by such material.
This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. None of this story is true and it is all a figment of my warped imagination.
The author does not condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous and illegal and deadly. This is not a very pleasant society as no one cares about anyone else. Learn from their mistakes. Care about others.
My Biggest Warning: This story has woman on woman sex, along with my version of a Happy Ending, so if you are against this sort of conclusion, please stop reading immediately!
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Chapter 6
Six months later, Tyler went through his same routine of calling the ambulance and leaving his wife alone with the boys while he vanished.
Skyler was in her hospital room feeding Tyler Logan when Tyler walked into the room. He was so full of himself that he actually believed she named the baby Tyler because she was in love with him.
Little Tyler was the only son that Tyler would take the time to hold and talk to. Skyler smiled, trying not to think about how much she hated that he couldn’t do that with his other two sons, especially since both boys were standing in their cribs watching.
She felt guilty as two nurses walked into the room to take Hunter and Tristan to the daycare for a little playtime. Looking at her hands Skyler tried not to notice the way the nurses were looking at her as Tyler completely ignored his other two sons.
That was also the first time he had ever gone down to the gift shop, returning to her room with flowers. Skyler made a big deal about them, but she was so angry, she literally made her own arm bleed after digging her fingernails into it.
After giving Skyler the flowers and informing her that he would be back when she was ready to be released, Tyler gave her a passionate kiss before disappearing again.
Skyler half expected to see Chelsea while she was in the hospital and was a little disappointed when she didn’t, but she had assumed the officer was too afraid to tell her to her face that she couldn’t help after all.
Suddenly Skyler felt alone again as she considered what her life could have been like if she had actually been able to ever have anything other than life and death choices.
She suddenly had an urge to talk to her mother, but knew it would be entirely too dangerous for her mother, sister and possibly the boys. There was no way she could take that chance.
Skyler began thinking about Heather at 16, wondering if she had a lot of friends, or just one or two very close ones. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and imagined what her sister must look like.
Tyler returned on schedule, picking Skyler and the boys up from the hospital to deliver them back to the house.
Immediately Tyler started picking up gifts for Little Tyler, beginning with a brand new crib, while Hunter and Tristan still shared the mattress on the floor.
Skyler could feel her anger rising, but she managed to keep herself from saying anything until one day when she couldn’t fight her indignation any longer. Hunter and Tristan were quietly drawing pictures in their bedroom, while Tyler was cradling little Tyler in the living room.
“Tyler honey, what about your other two sons?” Skyler asked, trying to be nice.
“This is my boy,” Tyler said, kissing little Tyler.
“They’re all ‘your’ boys Tyler. Is this how you want them to see their own father treating ‘em?”
“You know, I haven’t hit you in a while now, but you’re begging for it,” Tyler warned.
“So basically I should’ve named them all Tyler so you’d pay attention to and hold them too.”
Once baby Tyler had been put into his crib, Tyler warned the other two boys about waking their brother before shutting the door and walking back out to Skyler, where he began beating her until she was doing nothing but screaming. By the time there was a knock at the door, all she could do was lie in the corner curled up in a puddle of her own urine.
Skyler was afraid to open her eyes when she heard footsteps heading towards her, she could do nothing but apologize repeatedly.
“Jesus Christ! Get him the fuck outta here Matt! Take him downtown so he can cool off,” the female officer shouted. “Can you move Sky?”
“My family used to call me Sky,” she mumbled through her swollen lips. “I just need a minute, but don’t take him away, please.”
“I think he’s already gone. He needs to calm down a little, but he’ll only be gone overnight. You need to press charges before he kills you and right now I think you need some stitches.”
“I’ll be okay, I can’t, I won’t leave the house without Tyler,” Skyler insisted.
“Jesus, you’re a diehard aren’t you?”
“You know the story. It didn’t do you any good though, did it?”
“Not yet, but I’m not giving up.”
“Me either,” Skyler replied, glancing at Chelsea through the only eye she could open.
Hunter and Tristan began crying for mommy and it would be the only thing to make Skyler force herself into moving. She didn’t know too much of anything at that point, but she did know her babies needed their mother.
“Maybe you should clean up before you go in to them,” Chelsea suggested, helping her off the floor.
“They’ve seen me this way hundreds of times, they need me and they’re gonna wake their brother.”
“Brother? More than two? No sisters yet?”
“Might’ve been two, but no girls yet.”
After grabbing a garbage bag for Skyler to sit on, Chelsea helped her into the bedroom. By the time they reached Hunter and Tristan, Little Tyler had joined in the crying.
Skyler dug for all the strength she had to pick up baby Tyler before sitting on the bag with Hunter and Tristan. All three boys clung to their mother as they stared at Chelsea. Skyler introduced them, but it was fairly obvious that none of the boys were use to people. They clung to the only person they knew they could trust.
Chelsea did the only thing she could do; she called a doctor to come to the house before rolling up her sleeves. Once she found a pan for some water and a washcloth, Chelsea began washing the blood off of Skyler’s face.
“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” Skyler mumbled.
“I think so too,” Chelsea agreed, trying to smile. “I’ll be happiest when I can get you outta here permanently,”
“To go where?”
“Guess we’ll worry about that when it happens.”
While the doctor gave Skyler several stitches in the side of her head, Chelsea continued cleansing what she could reach. They had barely finished cleaning her up before Tyler was on the floor crying and apologizing.
Chelsea turned to look at the other officer who was shrugging and telling her that Tyler was calm now and would be fine.
As Tyler was crying, Skyler told him it was okay and that everything would be fine. After kissing him on the head, she gave Chelsea a look that basically said, ‘I told you’.
Chelsea felt helpless as she left Tyler with a warning about not wanting to be called back to that house anymore so he had better behave himself.
The moment the strangers had been let out of the house by Tyler, he returned, taking baby Tyler out of Skyler’s arms and putting the sleeping boy back into his crib.
“D’you understand how things are now?” He asked, wiping the phony tears away.
“I understood before, I just hoped maybe they could change.”
“It doesn’t really matter what you hoped, you think you’d know that by now you dumb bitch. The only things you want that I’m letting you keep are my son and those two little bastards,” Tyler stated coldly before exiting the room.
As Chelsea and Matt walked out the front door of the house, she punched him in the arm before they got into the squad car. Chelsea stared at the house as Matt began driving away.
“Why didn’t you take him downtown?”
“I don’t know, the guy was crying almost hysterically and looked so pitiful when he told me he didn’t like getting so rough with her, but she always pushed him to the point of where he just lost control. He said she told him that he wasn’t even the father of his first two sons.”
“He’s lying to you Matt! Didn’t you even look at those boys?! They all look exactly like him!”
“I didn’t look that closely I guess.”
“Well look next time! The guy’s got some major problems.”
“What is it about her Chels? Why you so sure ‘she’s’ telling you the truth? Maybe she’s the liar?”
“No, I don’t think so. Can’t you see the look in her eyes when he’s around? She’s scared to death of him and I just wanna help her get outta there.”
“Wait until I tell Val you’ve replaced her,” Matt grinned.
“No way buddy! As soon as she gets smart and dumps your ass, I’ll be there to make her forget all about you.”
Matt laughed as he looked over at his partner. He knew she was giving him shit, but he was fine with it. She had already proven she would give her own life for his by taking the bullet meant for him and he was secure in the knowledge that his wife adored him, so he reached over, giving Chelsea a small punch in the arm before asking if there was anything he could do to help her with her cause.
Chapter 7
Through the following year, Skyler kept a close eye on Hunter and Tristan. Whenever they would begin going after one of baby Tyler’s toys, she would have to try redirecting their attention to the few toys of their own. She knew Tyler wouldn’t hesitate to hit either one of them if they even looked as though they were headed towards something of baby Tyler’s.
Tyler seemed to have a problem focusing on two people at one time, basically ending up paying very little attention to Skyler while spending as much time as he could with little Tyler.
When the urge did hit him to have sex, it had begun taking an extremely violent turn. Not that he had been all that gentle in the past, but it had changed and suddenly he wanted her to fight him. If she didn’t fight to his satisfaction, he would begin choking her. Not even Tyler was sure why he needed her to be afraid, but it seemed that the closer Skyler would get to passing out, the more excited he would get.
The only time Tyler would even smile or talk after a while, was when he was holding little Tyler.
Skyler had been doing her usual cleaning, smiling down at Hunter and Tristan as they drew pictures on old envelopes with pens and in one swift move, the air was knocked out of her as Tyler jumped off the couch, grabbing her by the neck and throwing her onto her back on the floor. As Tyler began to unbuckle his belt, the boys stood up, immediately heading for their bedroom.
Hunter and Tristan didn’t even look up anymore when Tyler was in one of his moods to go after Skyler. They had been trained well by Skyler and the moment Tyler would go after their mother, they would go to their room without saying a word.
Skyler’s neck was already bruised from Tyler’s last attack the day before, but she didn’t dare reach for it, knowing it would only make things worse, so she let the tears slide out of her eyes, lifting her hips while he roughly pulled the sweatpants off her.
Tyler was already hard when he pulled his underwear down and he smiled before getting to his knees, ripping Skyler’s panties off her body before grabbing her around the throat and roughly shoving his cock into her. He began slamming into Skyler so hard; she could feel the rug burn on her ass from the friction.
She began pushing and hitting against his chest as Tyler laughed. Just about the time her eyes began to flutter and her head felt as though it would explode, she could feel Tyler’s cum shooting into her before he collapsed on top of her, finally allowing her to breathe.
Smiling, Tyler climbed off of Skyler; putting his clothes back together while she lay there gasping for breath.
“I have to go out for a little bit, but maybe we can have some more fun when I get back,” Tyler suggested.
“I’m on fire just thinking about it.”
“You really need to watch your smart mouth before I have to do what I always told you I’d do,” Tyler warned, looking towards the boy’s room.
“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean it, I swear.”
“That’s better.”
Skyler began putting her pants on as she absentmindedly reached for her neck.
“Want me to hold your neck again?”
“No, please?”
“Then take your damned hands off of it.”
Tyler pulled Skyler off the floor, giving her a good, hard kiss before walking out the door. As soon as he had gone, Skyler put her sweats back on before putting a cold washcloth around her neck to cool it off a little.
As the boys began waking up from their naps, Skyler noticed the time; it occurred to her that Tyler had been gone for almost four hours by then and she should get the boys fed before starting his dinner.
Tristan and Little Tyler were in their high chairs when there was a knock at the door. Skyler was too afraid to even ask who it was as she inched towards it.
She was close to the door when someone announced himself as a police officer and something about a search warrant. Skyler stood frozen, not sure what to do until the officer announced they would break the door down if they had to, making her feel as though she had no choice but to open it.
Before opening the door she picked up Hunter, who had followed her. As she stood to the side of the open door, the officer handed her a piece of paper while other officers walked past her, throwing things all over the house. They were totally destroying everything even though she was begging them to stop. It seemed to her they were almost enjoying it.
Hunter began to cry as Skyler tried calming him down. After deciding there was nothing she could do she returned to the kitchen with the original officer following her. She poured cereal in front of the other two boys while Hunter clung tightly to her. After trying to put him on a chair and being unsuccessful in getting him to let go, she sat down with him on her lap, pouring cereal onto the table so he could pick it up while he sat on her.
“Where’s my husband?”
“Jail.”
“What’d he do?”
“Drugs.”
“Drugs? I don’t understand; he was doing drugs?”
“You know he was selling drugs,” The officer claimed, looking down at her.
“No I didn’t!” Skyler protested, tears coming to her eyes as she thought about losing her babies.
“You really expect me to believe you knew absolutely nothing?”
“She knew absolutely nothing,” Chelsea stated from behind him.
“Officer Gold?” Skyler asked, glancing around him.
“Hello Sky, your neck looks painful,” Chelsea remarked.
“It’ll be okay,” she replied, touching her hand to it. “Has he talked to a lawyer yet?”
“I think he is right now.”
“He’s gonna be so angry when he gets home and sees the house.”
“You think he’s getting out?” The officer laughed.
“I know he will, everybody loves Tyler,” Skyler uttered, hugging Hunter.
“Not this time Sky,” Chelsea stated.
“He’ll be home soon, I know he will.”
“There’s something else that they’re looking for too Sky.”
“What?” she asked, putting more cereal out for the boys.
“A certain pair of boots.”
“Tyler took a pair of his boots out to the trash yesterday; he said the soles were wrecked from some gasoline or something.”
“Shit!” The officer shouted, running out of the room.
“What’re the boots from?” Skyler asked.
“We have some prints from some boots.”
“Was somebody hurt?”
“Very badly.”
“… I wonder how long it’ll be before he comes home,” Skyler said dazedly, knowing Tyler would never be that sloppy if he hurt someone badly.
“Well, we caught him dead to rights in the drug deal,” Chelsea insisted.
“I’m never gonna be able to clean this house before he gets home.”
“Why don’t you pack up the boys?” Chelsea suggested. “Come stay at my house. What’s safer than staying with a cop?”
“You wouldn’t be safe if you took any of us to your house.”
“You seriously need to think about getting out of here.”
“No she doesn’t,” Tyler barked from behind her, “but you people do,” he added, walking over to Skyler who was still looking down.
“I’m not leaving your wife here with you; she doesn’t need to be hurt anymore.”
“I didn’t hurt her, she’s just accident prone… take her, but my boys stay with me,” Tyler stated, not meaning any of it.
“No! Tyler, I love you, I wanna stay! Tyler wouldn’t hurt me, he loves me!” Skyler shouted, jumping up as she adjusted Hunter on her hip before going to Tyler’s open arms.
“There ya go, she doesn’t wanna go with you, she loves me and now I think you should all leave my home.”
“How exactly d’you do it, making everyone believe your lies?” Chelsea asked.
“I don’t lie; I’m innocent as a newborn babe.”
“Yeah, I can see that. I’m gonna be looking over your shoulder, so you better watch yourself very closely.”
“Are you really watching me, or you just trying to get into my wife’s pants?” Tyler whispered.
“Tyler! Please stop.”
“You think maybe she’s thinking about getting into yours?”
“That’s not true Tyler, you know it’s not,” Skyler protested.
“Someday soon, everything’s gonna catch up to you and I just hope I’m there to see it.”
“Not gonna happen since there’s nothing to catch up with me girly.”
“Keep it up and I’ll haul you in just for the fun of it,” Chelsea smiled back.
“You must want my wife something fierce,” he laughed.
Chelsea gave Tyler a look of disgust as she shook her head at him just before the other officer walked into the house with the boots in a bag. He had a great smile on his face as he looked at Tyler to tell him he was going down.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tyler insisted.
“Yeah, you go ahead and say these aren’t your boots,” the officer laughed. “You probably don’t know about a little thing called DNA.”
“Those aren’t my boots, but what’s that bleach smell?” Tyler asked, smiling.
The officer wasn’t looking as sure of his evidence as Tyler escorted the entire crew of police out of the house.
Chelsea and Matt went back to their patrol car as the rest of the team drove away.
“That guy just bugs me,” Chelsea stated, staring at the house. “I think I will ask you to help me now Matt.”
“Is he right Chels?”
“Right about what?!” She exclaimed, looking at him.
“About you wanting his wife.”
“You have got to be kidding?! That guy is such an ass and one of these times when we come to this house, we’re gonna have three boys with no parents. I just wanna know what he does and how he gets away with it. I could’ve sworn we had him dead to rights on the drugs, so how’d he get out so quick? What’s he got goin’ on? I just wanna know about his past and see if we can’t nail him on something. I wanna get her and those children outta that house. I didn’t tell you about when I went to see her in the hospital, but…”
“You did what?! Why’d you do that?”
“I just wanted to see if there was anything she could tell me that might help her. There really wasn’t though and I know she doesn’t believe that I can actually help her, but I’d like to try.”
“Well, the bugs are planted now so just wait and see.”
“I don’t think this guy is so stupid to even say what he does to his wife. I’m almost positive he just sees her as property and not any sorta partner. Did you see that camera setup he has in there? He obviously doesn’t trust her.”
“So what d’ya want me to do?”
“I don’t know, maybe talk to that girl that likes you and see if she can find any information on the computer somewhere, anything to point me in the right direction? Maybe have her check into the disappearance of a David Klasp while you’re at it?”
“Shit Chels! Fine, I’ll do it for you, but you need to call Val and tell her what I’m doing because the last time I asked her for information she called and asked me out.”
“What’d Val say?”
“Let’s just say that I don’t even care to remember how many mornings I woke up to the girls staring at me because they wanted to sit on the couch and watch cartoons,” Matt stated as Chelsea began laughing.
“I’ll stop over after work and talk to her personally,” Chelsea promised as Matt scratched his chin.
Skyler was hurrying the boys into their room putting some cereal onto a sheet of paper for them to pick up and eat. Pulling the door shut behind her, she began cleaning the house until Tyler grabbed her by the hair, dragging her into the kitchen and bending her over the table before pulling her sweats down.
The entire process of almost going to jail had actually turned Tyler on. He felt exhilarated from the entire experience and the fact that the lawyer had gotten him out of there so quickly, not even having to go to court was what he loved that the most.
He slammed Skyler’s head onto the table as he roughly rammed his cock into her ass, orgasming almost immediately. When it was over, Skyler was free to pull her sweats back, returning to her cleaning while Tyler walked around Skyler, making her nervous as he continued smiling at her.
“I just have one question for you sweetums,” Tyler whispered.
“What?”
“Who d’you want Hunter and Tristan to go to after they find your body?”
“Mom.”
“You don’t even wanna know why I’m asking?”
“You have your son, you don’t need me anymore.”
“That’s not it you stupid bitch!” Tyler rasped in a whisper. “How the fuck did they know to look in the garbage?”
“They asked about boots, I couldn’t lie!” Skyler protested in a loud whisper.
“Want me to back up the tape and see if that’s what really happened?”
“Go ahead.”
“You knew?”
“Do I fucking look stupid? I knew something was there when I couldn’t even go piss without you knowing about it.”
“Why have you really hung around all this time?”
“Now who’s the fucking moron?” Skyler asked before his fist connected with her head.
“Just answer the fucking question!”
“You’re gonna kill me anyway so I want questions answered first. What’d you do to David?”
“You want me to tell you things, because you seriously think I’m gonna kill you?”
“I always thought you’d lose interest sooner, I guess I would’ve had to name every single son Tyler, to keep you actually believing that I ever fell in love with you! Tyler, you raped me and since Little Tyler was born, you haven’t been happy unless you’re raping me. When you were actually good to me and the boys, I thought I might be able to fall in love with you, but that was never good enough for you, you have to be hurting me now to be happy. What’s gonna happen to Little Tyler if I’m dead? What’s gonna happen when you lose interest in him too, or when he makes you angry?”
“So, as long as I have you around, I don’t have to hurt them; is that what you’re saying?”
“I don’t think so, you’ve already hurt them, just not beyond repair, I hope. I just wanted to know how many bodies you actually think you can get away with getting rid of?”
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you when you don’t give a shit.”
“I’m just so fucking sick how you treat me, us. Your sons’re gonna hate you so much when they’re older and I don’t even care anymore. Like mom told me, you made your bed. Why don’t you just stop talking and do it already? Just fucking do it Tyler!” Skyler screamed, hitting him in the chest with both fists.
Tyler was looking at her the same way he looked at her before Little Tyler was born. He had forgotten after so long that Skyler actually use to have a personality and he was getting turned on again. He wanted her like he used to want her, when he actually felt she was falling in love with him.
Skyler backed away from Tyler as he began moving towards her.
“It’s okay Skyler, I’m not gonna hurt you, really.”
“Is this a trick?”
“No, no trick. Can we just try this, please?”
“I’m such a fucking moron.”
She stared at him, but went to him anyway, no matter what, he was still her husband. As he held her, they kissed until Tyler picked her up. Carrying Skyler into the bedroom, Tyler sat her on a clean spot before pushing the drawers onto the floor. They began kissing again and slowly took off each other’s shirts, as Skyler began rolling and tweaking Tyler’s nipples, the way she knew he liked. He, in return, began tweaking her nipples until they were both gasping and stripping off each other’s pants.
Skyler automatically moved her head down, kissing and licking Tyler’s shaft, sucking his balls as he guided her pussy over his face. He hadn’t touched her that way in so long that she could feel her excitement dribble down the inside of her leg. Tyler even dragged his tongue through the dribbles as she went to work on his penis, drawing it into her mouth without any troubles after first cleaning off the small dribble of pre-cum. Skyler had to focus as she felt Tyler’s tongue traveling into her vagina and through her vulva up to her clit, circling around it and moving back down to start all over again.
When Tyler knew he was about to cum, he repositioned them both, looking Skyler in the eyes as he lined up his penis with her vagina, gliding inside her easily.
It had been so long for Skyler that she didn’t need anything more than Tyler slapping his pubes against her clit to cause her orgasm to explode as she watched him smile when he began to orgasm with her.
Skyler couldn’t believe how horny she had actually been as Tyler lay beside her, taking her into his arms.
“See, no tricks.”
“That was actually really nice Tyler. It’s been a while since it was that nice.”
“It was pretty nice, I guess I missed it too,” he admitted. “I need a smoke, I think I’m gonna take Tyler outside while you clean up.”
“But you’re not taking Hunter or Tristan?”
“They’re your responsibility.”
“I thought all three were our responsibility?” Skyler asked, getting out of bed and walking over to where Tyler had moved to put his clothes back on.
Tyler had about all he could take of the sentimentality, pulling back his fist before letting it connect with the side of Skyler’s head.
“You son-of-a-bitch! I’m so sick of you using me as a punching bag!” Skyler screamed, flying at Tyler.
Tyler, seeing her coming, grabbed both of her fists with one hand as she tried hitting him. He slapped her across the face while he laughed.
Skyler broke one hand loose, punching him in the mouth, making him stop laughing as he wiped the little trickle of blood from his lip. He was on top of her in seconds, flipping her over before sodomizing her as he punched her in the back of the head. Tyler was slamming, hard into her ass as he pushed her face into the carpet. Since he had just cum, he managed to keep up the pace for a while before another orgasm hit.
When he finally pulled his limp penis from her ass, Skyler slowly curled into a ball on the floor.
“I hate you so much,” Skyler cried. “I actually thought you were trying! You’re such a bastard!”
“I love you too doll. Make sure Tyler’s diaper is changed before I take him out.”
“Do it yourself!”
“Listen to me now!” Tyler roared, lifting her by the throat. “You belong to me, you’ll always belong to me and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it and you know why, so unless you want things changing immediately, you better fuckin’ wise up and start doing what I tell you to do! Am I making myself clear?” Tyler asked, gritting his teeth.
“You made yourself clear the first time you raped me,” Skyler rasped.
“Then why d’you keep fucking with me?”
“Because you keep cutting off my oxygen; clouds my judgement,” Skyler gasped as Tyler dropped her and laughed.
“That was funny, now go change my son’s diaper so I can take him out,” Tyler ordered.
“Like I said before, do it yourself.”
Tyler went to Skyler, grabbed her by the hair and carried her on her tiptoes to the boy’s bedroom door, smashing her head against it.
“I’m getting dressed so just fucking do what you’re told or next it’s one of the two boys, keep it up and it’s your choice!”
“I told you before, you hurt my babies, and you might as well kill me.”
“You’d sacrifice two for one?”
“I sacrificed all my babies the day I walked with you to that car; I just hope someday they all forgive me for making them live with a twisted monster like you.”
“Maybe I am a monster, but no matter what I am, I’m all you got and you need to start remembering that.”
“What is it about me Tyler? Why d’you need me so bad? Why’re you so obsessed with me?”
Skyler asked him as he sat down, pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her.
“Ninth grade I noticed you, you were in the eighth grade then and you were talking to a whole group of kids. You never singled out just a few close friends, it was like everyone was your friend and right then I knew you were special and I had to have you. I just knew right then that I wanted you and now I have you and no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be rid of me.”
“You took away so much happiness, but as long as I still have my babies, I guess in a sick way you gave me my life.”
“Good, now go put a clean diaper on my son before I have to kick the shit outta you again.”
“Sure would be nice if you could make a tender moment last longer than three seconds,” Skyler said, trying to move.
“Sure would be nice if you’d stop lippin’ off to me,” Tyler returned, his arms squeezing tighter.
“Tyler, you’re hurting me, I’m going, please just let me go.”
“Fuckin’ go and get my son ready to go outside,” he said, squeezing a little tighter before letting her go. “Hopefully this ends any future discussions,” he added patting her hard on the head.
As Tyler walked into the bedroom to finish getting dressed, Skyler went into the living room to grab her robe from the laundry basket before going in to change little Tyler’s diaper.
While little Tyler crawled around on the floor, she took care of Tristan and Hunter. Hunter was almost potty trained, but he couldn’t concentrate when there was fighting in the house, which, as of late, meant he couldn’t concentrate at all.
Skyler made the mistake of calling little Tyler, Logan as she was pulling him back in the door and the next thing she knew, she was being smashed into the wall with Tyler’s hand clamping tightly around her throat.
“What’s his name?” He asked, calmly at first.
“Tyler.”
“Say it again!” He screamed.
“Tyler, Tyler!” She cried as the boys all began crying.
“Don’t you ever let me hear you call him anything else! Shut those two bastards up!” Tyler shouted, dropping her to picked up little Tyler and taking him away.
Skyler crawled over to Hunter and Tristan, trying to calm them down, telling them both that everything was okay and daddy didn’t mean to get so angry.
Chapter 8
Over the next month or so, Skyler fell back into the routine she had lived since Little Tyler had been born. She was convinced that his one nice moment was all Tyler had in him. It was pretty much business as usual with slaps and rapes.
The boys were all napping one day and after Skyler had been sodomized again, she began staring at Tyler while the questions started entering her mind.
“Is it true, what they said about the drugs?”
“Why d’you wanna push me? I told you a hundred times to worry about the boys, the house, making me happy and nothing else. Why d’you like to piss me off?”
“I’m not trying to piss you off, I’m just trying to guess when they’re gonna rip our house apart again, and why don’t we get the Echo anymore? Why’d you cancel it right after you let me read daddy’s obituary? Why haven’t they found David yet? And how did you get Nikki in the position to hang herself and Josh, how did you make him unconscious enough so it looked like he killed himself and how’d you trick Jenny into going anywhere with you and who else do they think you killed?”
“That’s it! Hunter’s getting a whack!” Tyler shouted, standing up.
Skyler jumped in front of Tyler, pushing her hands against his chest as she began apologizing to him, but he threw her aside. She started begging him again, telling him she would do anything, just don’t touch the boys at all, he smiled at her, leaving no questions in her mind about what he wanted.
She had to work doubly hard at not throwing up, since she had been feeling slightly nauseated lately, doubled by the fact that he had just had his penis up her ass, but Skyler gave him the best blowjob ever, up to that point. The fear that he might actually hurt Hunter helped her through it.
One month later, Skyler was in the bedroom playing with the boys, while Tyler was watching the news when he was suddenly running into the bedroom looking frantic as he began throwing things into a bag for little Tyler.
“What’s going on?”
“Put them two in the crib, we’re leaving.”
“No! I’m not leaving my boys!”
Tyler stopped what he was doing long enough to punch Skyler directly in the mouth, splitting her lip wide open. She screamed as the blood flew and her hand flew to her mouth.
“I told you to move, now move your ass!”
“Fuck you! I’m not leaving my babies anywhere!” Skyler shouted, standing her ground.
He grabbed little Tyler out of the crib, walking over to Skyler and promptly smashed her head into the wall until she was only semiconscious.
She could feel herself being half drug, half carried to the car as she heard Hunter, Tristan and little Tyler all crying. She wanted to get to Hunter and Tristan, but she lost consciousness completely, not coming to until she felt herself being pulled out of the car and saw the police lights flashing around her.
Tyler took Skyler and little Tyler out of the bedroom while Hunter stayed on the mattress holding onto Tristan so their father wouldn’t hurt him. As soon as the door was pulled closed, both boys began to cry for their mother as they clung to each other.
At the car, Tyler put little Tyler into his car seat before lifting Skyler into the front seat. As he began to drive, he pulled Skyler close to him, afraid to let her go. He hadn’t gone far before the police caught up to them and as soon as he realized he was boxed in, he pulled over, opening the door and throwing himself onto the pavement.
As Tyler was being cuffed and having his rights read, he never took his eyes off Skyler as the ambulance crew was lifting her onto the stretcher. He memorized the face of the officer who had picked up his son, as well as the crew who had their hands all over his wife.
At the request of his partner Chelsea Gold, Matt Scheffield was along on the arrest to make sure Skyler and the little boy were treated well.
Matt had received information about the missing boy, organizing a small search party to try and locate David Klasp. It took some time, but eventually they found him partially buried in a small, swampy area and along with his remains was the evidence that Tyler Lasko was the last person with him before he died.
Officer Matt Scheffield was tall and extremely handsome with his blonde hair and blue eyes, but he always had to promise his wife that Chelsea had never come on to him. Val Scheffield thought for sure Chelsea saved his life because she was in love with her husband, until the day she had gone to talk to Chelsea face-to-face. Chelsea laughed as she assured Val that if she were to have the hots for anyone, it would be Val and not Matt she would be hitting on. From that day on, Val and Chelsea were the best of friends.
With his first impression, Matt hadn’t thought Tyler was too bad of a guy, other than being a little too quick to flair, but as he began listening to the surveillance tapes, he realized the guy had completely pulled the wool over his eyes.
Matt was a family man himself with a wonderful wife and three daughters all under the age of seven and as he listened to the tapes, he could picture his daughters in Skyler’s position. It made him angry to believe that any man could treat a woman the way Tyler did and he was angry that any man would openly prefer one child over another. He understood that all parents were capable of having their favorites, that one child who brightens your day the minute you see them, but to deny certain children and play favorites for one was just wrong in his book.
Carrying little Tyler into the back of the ambulance, Matt noticed the boy was calming down as long as he could see his mother.
As Skyler began waking up in the hospital, she began calling for her boys. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Chelsea standing beside the bed.
“Am I under arrest?”
“No, you’ve been just as much of a victim as everyone else.”
“I’m not a victim; I know exactly what he’s capable of.”
“Doing something against your will to keep the people you love safe, makes you a victim in my book.”
“My boys, where’re my boys?”
“They’re okay Sky; you need to stay in bed.”
“No! I need my boys!” Skyler exclaimed, reaching for the tubes in her hand.
“What if I have them brought in here?” Chelsea asked, stopping Skyler from pulling out the tubes.
“Please? They have to be so scared and they need me.”
Chelsea pushed the buzzer for a nurse and as the nurse entered the room, Chelsea went to her, whispering something before the nurse walked back out.
“She’ll bring all three of them in here; okay?”
“Thank you. What happened?” Skyler asked. “What’d he finally get caught at?”
“Murder. The boy from school was finally found. Tyler had a flight tag on his jacket from a flight to California the year before and apparently hadn’t noticed it was missing. When they found David, he was still holding onto the tag,” Chelsea explained.
“Poor David,” Skyler cried. “I knew he did something to him, but nobody saw Tyler leave the party, he just wasn’t there and then he was. God, I’m so sorry I talked to him.”
“You can’t blame yourself, you didn’t know.”
“Did they shoot him?”
“No, but he’s going away for a long time.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Skyler mumbled. “I can’t even have a life as long as he’s still alive.”
“Maybe if someone knows about the mess beforehand, it might not deter them,” Chelsea suggested.
“Nobody could ever understand the hold he has on me. Who could live with that? Plus three kids and a fourth on the way, but at least I’m free for a little while?” Skyler asked as Chelsea gave her a nod. “I don’t know what to do now.”
“I wasn’t sure you knew you were pregnant again.”
“I knew, I’ve had to swallow my own vomit for the past two months. Tyler wouldn’t let me have any of the other girls and I wanted one so bad, so I couldn’t let him see I was getting sick. I was hoping that if he didn’t see any signs, he would let me keep her.”
“Now you don’t need to worry so much.”
“For a while anyway.”
The cribs were coming down the hall and Skyler could hear Hunter calling for her. All three boys were hanging on the sides of their cribs crying.
Skyler asked if someone could pull up the side rails and bring the boys to her. As soon as the boys were in bed with her, they stopped crying and fell asleep.
Chelsea stared at the four of them in amazement.
“That was the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever seen,” Chelsea remarked.
“It’s the only way to keep them safe from their father,” Skyler whispered.
“What about when he’s busy with you?”
“I think Hunter’s been taking over.”
“Big responsibility for a little boy.”
“Hopefully he’ll forgive me someday,” Skyler said, kissing Hunter’s head.
“I know you don’t really have anyplace to go and I can’t imagine you would want to stay in your house, so I was thinking you might wanna stay at my house,” Chelsea suggested. “There’s plenty of room and we could get a small wading pool for the boys.”
“Hunter and Tristan haven’t ever played outside.”
“I know, when we searched your house, we planted some bugs around. He really kept you in the dark about everything, didn’t he?”
“You heard everything?” Skyler asked, slightly embarrassed.
“Yeah, you’re pretty tough, ever thought about being a cop?”
“No, I’d cave as soon as they threatened my family,” Skyler said with a sad smile, kissing Hunter on the head again. “I hope this doesn’t haunt him too long,” she repeated. “That’s really nice of you, but why would you do that?”
“I don’t know, I just want to I guess.”
“I can’t pay you any money, I could clean your house and cook is about all.”
“I’m not expecting you to do anything; I’m just trying to help you out.”
“I don’t know what to say. Thank you. I don’t know what else to do, so thank you very much.”
“I should thank you, that house gets pretty lonely and I think three boys could pep things up a bit.”
“You said you had bugs around the house. You know my boys don’t make noise, or run around, except little Tyler.”
“Well, maybe with the constraints gone, they might loosen up a little, but would you mind if we called him Logan?”
“Thank you,” Skyler said, fighting the tears. “Am I gonna have to see him at all?”
“Not unless you want to.”
“I don’t know, I might need to I guess, just to cover myself. How would I arrange that?”
“Are you sure?”
“The only thing I don’t know is if I should take Logan with me.”
“Well, I don’t think you should go until you’re a little healthier to begin with, but I’ll find out everything else by then, okay.”
“You’re very sweet, thank you. How long were Hunter and Tristan alone? I know he drug me to the car after he knocked me out. I was trying to stay conscious, but it wasn’t working.”
“Only about 10 minutes. We got to the house as soon as we heard what was happening.”
“Did you go to them yourself?”
“I was there, yeah. I know they don’t know me, but I thought I might be able to help a little bit since you did introduce us. They were still frightened, but they came right to me and we brought them here right after since we knew you’d be brought here.”
“You must be an angel.”
“No, I’m not an angel just someone who cares.”
“I don’t know how I can ever thank you.”
“Just be happy.”
“I don’t think I remember how.”
“It’ll come in time.”
“I’m not so much worried about me as I am about them. I gave up on me a long time ago.”
“With any luck that’ll change too. By the looks of them right now it seems to me they pretty much feed off of the way you’re feeling,” Chelsea observed.
“Tyler likes things quiet and this just always seemed to work.”
“Just so you know, I love noise.”
Chapter 9
Skyler and the boys walked into Chelsea’s house a few days later. It was so big and bright with the open blinds and the sliding doors that it was almost overwhelming.
Chelsea could see that Skyler and the boys were going to need to move slowly, so she pulled some of the blinds closed, making the house a little less bright.
On a tour through the house, Skyler and the boys followed Chelsea. The boy’s room was huge, with two children’s beds and a crib. She knew they had shared a room and didn’t want to traumatize them by separating them too soon.
Chelsea had even bought a baby gate so the boys wouldn’t get hurt if they woke up in the night. Immediately next to the boy’s room was Skyler’s room and she was amazed at the size of the bed alone. In the bathroom off her bedroom, was a whirlpool tub. Skyler needed to fight her tears as she became overwhelmed by Officer Gold’s kindness.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to handle any tears, so Chelsea moved on to the guest room and the main bathroom before backtracking to her own bedroom, which looked similar to the one Skyler was in.
In the corner of the living room was a toy box overflowing with toys. Some little push cars and lawnmowers, along with a variety of noisy toys were sitting alongside. Hunter began running to them until Skyler spoke his name. Hunter obediently moved back to his mother’s side as Chelsea touched her arm, softly telling her the toys were for all of the boys, if she didn’t mind they could all play.
As Skyler put Tristan down, Chelsea put Logan down while Skyler told Hunter and Tristan it was okay to play with the toys and they were off like a shot to where Logan was already playing.
It brought Chelsea a great amount of joy to see Skyler and the boys all playing with the toys. They had pulled everything out of the toy box in less than 10 minutes. After standing and watching the four of them, Chelsea joined in to play with them too.
Skyler couldn’t believe how happy she felt, positive she would never live long enough to be happy again.
For dinner, Chelsea ordered three different kinds of pizza. Skyler hadn’t had pizza since she was 16 and neither Hunter nor Tristan had ever had it. Whenever Tyler brought home pizza, he would never let them have any, only little Tyler. Skyler didn’t feel she could share any of this with Chelsea yet, although she was sure she suspected when Hunter and Tristan looked at their mother for approval before touching theirs.
Once the boys had baths and were tucked in, she and Chelsea enjoyed a beer, some television and some conversation.
“I haven’t had a beer since I was 16. One isn’t gonna hurt the baby; is it?”
“I’m almost positive that one beer won’t hurt the baby,” Chelsea assured her. “So what were you like at 16?”
“Happy, for some of it at least. I never really had any close friends because I liked to think that everybody was my friend and I pretty much got along with everyone, including Tyler,” Skyler laughed.
“So he wasn’t always the way he is now?”
“Oh, I’m sure he was; I just didn’t know it then. I guess he must’ve found out about me some how, because he asked to talk to me alone, so I followed him and he cried when told me he was gay before asking me if we could pretend we were going out for a little while, so it might throw everybody off, but then he started acting different and I tried pulling away from him, but he’d show up at my house to watch movies with us and stuff. My parents and my little sister loved him, but the day I told him I didn’t wanna pretend anymore and that I’d just take my chances was the day it all went to hell. We were at a party when I was talking to David and when he excused himself to go to the bathroom; I went over to a big group of kids and got in on the conversation. Tyler pulled me right out of the group after I had just told them I broke up with him and as he was dragging me to his car he punched me in the head. As I was yelling at him in the car, he smashed my head into the side window and it was pretty much over by then. He took me to his basement apartment, threw around a lot of threats and then he raped me. That same night he killed my cat and I knew he was serious. I was stuck after that since I knew my little sister would go with him if he wanted her to and I couldn’t take that chance, I had to do what he said,” Skyler explained, nervously peeling her beer label.
“Sounds like a helluva ride.”
“A helluva ride on four flat tires,” Skyler laughed, cynically.
“I think it’s great that you can still laugh at all.”
“It’s either laugh or spend all my time crying and that wouldn’t solve anything. What about you at 16?” Skyler asked, desperately wanting to change the subject.
“I was scary at 16, purple hair and I was dating a guy who rode a Harley. My mother never seemed too worried about what I was doing since she knew I wanted to be a cop, so she just let me be a teenager. We both almost died when she had me and then I saw my dad get shot when I was around seven. He was a drug dealer and the fool took me with him on a deal, but I watched the cop give him every opportunity to give himself up; then when the shooting started and I saw my dad fall, the same cop ran to me to keep me from getting shot. That was when I wanted to be a cop, so I never really got into too much trouble. Mostly just color to my hair and some body piercings.”
“And whatever happened to the biker?”
“He was just a phase; I knew I was into women when I was nine.”
“Really? Did your mother know?”
“I told her when I knew for sure, that’s why she wasn’t too worried about me and the biker,” Chelsea said as she and Skyler laughed.
“Sounds like some fun teenage years.”
“It wasn’t too bad… you look exhausted.”
“I think that beer got to me.”
“C’mon, I’ll show you how the monitor works.”
Chelsea showed Skyler the monitor buttons and volume so she could relax and sleep until one of the boys fussed or woke up.
She even had clothes and pajamas for Skyler, who was feeling so emotional right then, that she hugged Chelsea, crying as she thanked her over and over again.
The thought of being able to sleep in pajamas made her happier than she had ever thought it would. Skyler was also looking forward to being able to move around in bed without being physically restrained.
That night was the best night’s sleep she had gotten in the longest time, at least until the screaming began. Skyler moved quickly so whoever was making the fuss wouldn’t wake up Chelsea.
By the time she got to the boy’s room, they were all awake. Both Hunter and Tristan were by the crib trying to quiet Logan down by holding his hand through the bars.
Skyler opened the gate, slipping into the room and lifting Logan out of the crib. She looked over at Hunter’s bed seeing two pillows on it, as Logan began to quiet down.
“Did you get scared Tristan?” Skyler asked as Tristan nodded. “Its okay sweetie, you don’t have to be afraid here.”
“Its okay mommy, I missed him,” Hunter explained.
“You’re a good, big brother; you’re both good, big brothers.”
“Someone have a bad dream?” Chelsea asked from the doorway, the boys quickly clinging to their mother.
“What’s this? You boys like Officer Gold, remember? I’m sorry we woke you, we’ll try and be quieter.”
“Nonsense! Anyone feel like having some milk and a cookie with me?”
The boys smiled, looking up at their mother, not moving until Skyler gave her okay.
As Chelsea led the way, she yelled all the way through the house and after glancing at their smiling mother, the two older boys followed, screaming to the top of their lungs. Skyler was bouncing Logan along as he began shouting too.
They all had milk and one cookie before brushing their teeth again and heading back to bed.
On the way back to the bedroom, Chelsea suggested that if it was okay with Skyler, maybe the boys could sleep in bed with her until they felt more comfortable. Skyler smiled at Chelsea before thanking her again.
Skyler and the boys slept through the night after that.
Actually, Skyler woke up angry the next morning when Logan hit her in the face. She caught hold of his hand as he was about to hit her a second time.
“Tyler Logan Lasko, that’s naughty, you hear me? I don’t ever want you to do that again! Understand?” Skyler scolded Logan as he began to cry.
Skyler sat up, holding out her arms as all three boys crawled onto her. Logan was still crying until Hunter told him it was quiet time.
Five minutes later there was a knock at the door and Chelsea walked in as soon as Skyler said it was okay.
“Quiet time? Want me to leave?”
“Logan just hit me in the face and I was trying to explain to him that doing that is naughty.”
Logan’s lip began to quiver again as he put his arms around his mother’s neck, giving her a kiss.
“That was sweet baby,” Skyler said, making Logan smile.
“Well, when you’re ready to get up, there’s someone out here who wants to meet you all.”
“We could barely handle meeting you,” Skyler stated, looking down and speaking much lower.
“Is it too much?” Chelsea asked, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. “It’s just my mother. She just lives a few doors down and she comes over a lot, but I can ask her to come back if you’re not ready.”
“No, god no! I would never ask you to do that. I just meant we could …”
“Don’t even finish that, I want you to think of this as your home too while you’re here. She brought over some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies,” Chelsea announced, the boys looking longingly at their mother.
“Before breakfast?”
“And brownies.”
“… With nuts?” Skyler asked, slowly raising her head to look directly at Chelsea for the first time.
“Are there any other kind?”
“I haven’t had a brownie in seven years; we’d love to meet your mother.”
Once the kids were taken care of, Skyler put on a jogging suit she found in the closet before picking up Logan while Hunter and Tristan followed her into the kitchen.
Skyler and the kids looked down as the boys grabbed hold of their mother’s legs and Logan buried his head into her shoulder.
Frannie Gold was a sweet woman, a lot like Chelsea. She looked like Chelsea, only a little heavier and her hair was auburn with wisps of silver throughout. She had blue eyes, exactly like Chelsea’s one blue eye, but she never said a word until she had trays of sweets and milk glasses filled all around the table.
Logan and Tristan had sippy cups, but she thought Hunter should have a big boy glass. Skyler protested, not knowing if he would spill, but Frannie didn’t see what the big deal would be if he did.
With the cookies and brownies taunting them all, Frannie began taking bowls of oatmeal to the table. There wasn’t a lot in them, but she let the boys know that they should finish the oatmeal first, before they had cookies.
Skyler sat with both Tristan and Logan in highchairs off to her right, while Hunter was on her left. He was a pro at not spilling his food by then, but he had never used anything other than a sippy cup, Tyler wouldn’t allow it. The very first thing Hunter did was spill his milk before hopping off his chair and clinging to his mother. Skyler started apologizing for him while he apologized to her.
Putting Hunter on her chair, Skyler rapidly moved to clean it up and as Chelsea walked over with toweling to help, Skyler dropped to the floor, apologizing as she leaned in beside her. Skyler began to shake uncontrollably as her hands had been drawn, automatically over her head while she continued apologizing.
Hunter turned immediately to look the other way, which is what Skyler had always made him do, while Tristan and Logan looked down at their trays. Chelsea got to the floor, giving Skyler a hug as she felt her shaking.
“Sky, it’s okay, it was just spilled milk and nobody’s gonna hurt you here. You don’t have to be afraid right now, you’re safe here and nobody cares if the milk gets spilled,” Chelsea explained calmly.
Frannie had already finished cleaning up the milk and had a new glass filled and waiting for Hunter. While Frannie was handing Hunter a cookie, Skyler was beginning to calm down.
She eventually managed to calm down enough to get off the floor and as she stood, she looked at Hunter and his brothers, wiping her eyes while Frannie finish feeding Tristan and Logan before handing each of them a cookie too.
Skyler thanked Chelsea before helping Hunter back to his chair. He was extremely careful when he picked up the milk glass again. Skyler thanked Frannie for cleaning up the mess and feeding the boys and then she moved on to apologize for her behavior as Chelsea helped her back to her chair.
“You really need to try and relax. You’re fine here and if we spill something, we wipe it up, if we break something, we clean it up, but we don’t need to say I’m sorry more than once and nobody’s getting hit, ever. Okay?” Chelsea asked, looking around the table.
All Skyler could do was nod as she tried to make herself stop shaking. Hunter was nodding fiercely and smiling at everyone around the table as he shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth. The other two were too busy shoving pieces of cookie into their mouths to be able to listen.
Skyler finished her oatmeal, staring longingly at the plate of brownies before finishing her milk.
“I thought you wanted a brownie?” Chelsea asked.
“I do, but I’m full. Normally I have two pieces of toast to last me all day and that oatmeal filled me up. They look delicious though Mrs. Gold.”
“Please call me Frannie.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll try.”
As Skyler led the boys into the living room to play, Chelsea and Frannie took in coffee for the adults. While watching the boys play, Skyler smiled to see them looking so happy.
Still the only one to play loudly was Logan. Hunter and Tristan would look around with fear in their eyes, waiting to be shouted at whenever Logan got loud.
Chelsea went to the boys, whispering something in their ears and as she went back to her seat, suddenly Hunter and Tristan began playing loudly right along with Logan. They looked around as they shouted before looking at each other and smiling. After that, they were playing hard.
“What’d you say to them?” Skyler asked quietly.
“I told them that if they were as loud, or louder than their brother, they could have two cookies when they were finished playing. Was that okay?” Chelsea asked as an afterthought.
“Well, I don’t know your rules and I’ve never really had to give them any, other than to not make daddy angry, so whatever you think is best is fine.”
“I don’t wanna take over and make you feel like you’re in the same situation you just left, so maybe the next time I have an idea, how about if I discuss it with you first?” Chelsea asked.
“I don’t know what help I’ll be, but it’d be a nice change,” Skyler agreed as she listened to the kids shouting and laughing. “The only time Hunter and Tristan have ever laughed was when their dad wasn’t home and you know how rare that was,” Skyler said, smiling at the boys. “I just wanna apologize for how I…”
“You don’t need to apologize for anything, but I do wish you’d try and relax, at least a little bit.”
“I’ll try my best, I’m sorry.”
Less than one week later, Skyler and Logan were on their way to see Tyler. Frannie was watching Hunter and Tristan. They had all been getting to know her and the boys adored the woman since she gave them fresh baked cookies on a regular basis.
Tyler smiled when he saw Skyler and little Tyler. She sat across the table from him as he reached for the baby.
Skyler had the majority of her lies ready for Tyler’s questions; she was just hoping she wouldn’t mess it up.
“I’m surprised you came,” Tyler admitted.
“I know you’re not going to be in here forever and I wanted to see what you thought I should do.”
“That’s a good thing to do. Where’re you staying?”
“They took us to a shelter.”
“I want you to go stay with my folks.”
“Tyler, I don’t wanna stay with your parents,” Skyler whispered, leaning towards Tyler. “I don’t even know your parents and they’ve never come to see the boys. Besides that I wouldn’t be able to be at your trial if I went there, because who would watch the boys? And what if your dad really likes hugging me? Shouldn’t I just stay where I’m at for now?”
“I guess you have some good points, maybe you should just go back to the house.”
“I don’t know, maybe. I don’t think I’d like being there alone though, I just thought I could stay at the shelter for now and figure it out from there.”
“Are you sure they’re gonna find me guilty?”
“They said they found a tag with your name on it in his hand,” Skyler stated. “Plus you tried running away and making me desert two of our sons… I don’t see why you can’t just let me go?”
“Because you’re mine, you’ve always been mine and you’ll be mine until the day you die so get use to it already.”
“You know how I feel about you. Why d’you need to hold on so tight?”
“Because I can so just stop fucking with me and accept it! I don’t wanna hear anything about you with anyone while I’m in here either or that’ll be on your head too,” he whispered angrily.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Skyler conceded, quietly looking down.
Skyler remained silent for the rest of the visit, while Tyler played and talked with his son. As the visit ended, he gave Skyler a look that let her know she had better give him the kiss and hug he expected, before she left so that was what she did. All she could do on the way out of the building was cry.
Chelsea put Logan into his car seat and helped Skyler into the car from where she had leaned against it while she cried.
“It didn’t go so well I’m guessing.”
“He’s never gonna let me go, I feel so helpless and he’s not even here.”
“We can do what you need, change your identity or get a restraining order, whatever you need.”
“You don’t understand; he’s never controlled me by threatening me. I would’ve just let him kill me if it had ever just been me. He knows it’s the people I love that keep me where he wants me. David, Frisbee, Nikki, Josh and Jenny were just warnings. I know the two days he was gone he killed my father. He’ll hurt my sister and my mother, Hunter, Tristan, the new baby, you and Frannie, he doesn’t care. Look how long it took to find David. He won’t let me go and I don’t understand it, but I know when he gets out, I’ll have to go to him,” Skyler hung her head, still feeling trapped.
“We’ll figure something out. Don’t spend all your time worrying, you should be thinking about the baby now.”
“I’m sure he probably has the best lawyer his parents could afford and in a little while, I won’t need to worry about my baby. I need you to do me one more favor, please?”
“Sky, he’s not getting out for a long time. I’ve seen the charges against him and he’d have to be Houdini to wiggle his way outta this one,” Chelsea assured her.
“I know I have no right to ask you, but please?”
“… Sure. What would you need me to do?”
“Make sure my mother gets Hunter, Tristan and the new baby? I know Tyler won’t let me keep any of them and I really don’t want them going into foster care, they’ve been through so much already,” Skyler explained, rubbing her hands together.
“What about Logan?”
“Tyler will never let him go either.”
“Helluva confusing life for a little boy.”
“Am I a horrible mother? I don’t know what else to do.”
“No you’re not a horrible mother. You know that Tyler won’t hurt Logan? I mean for a fact?”
“He knows that if he ever hurts one of the boys that he’d have to kill me and I know for a fact that he can’t let me go, besides, he claims his namesake, it’s just the other boys he doesn’t want,” Skyler explained. “So would you do that for me?”
“I can do that.”
“He’s already gonna be angry when he finds out I lied about staying at a shelter.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to fix that too.”
Skyler never said a word to Chelsea; all she could manage to do was stare out the window.
Chelsea made several phone calls from the house, letting Skyler know, that should Tyler try getting in touch with her, the shelter would call the house immediately. Skyler was so excited and grateful that she grabbed Chelsea to hug her, pulling away quickly before apologizing about getting so excited. Chelsea laughed, telling Skyler it wasn’t a problem.
The trial only took a little over a week to begin and it lasted about the same length of time. Skyler didn’t dare to not show up during Tyler’s trial, making sure to give him a kiss every day before and after court.
Skyler noticed Tyler’s parents in the courtroom, but they never tried to speak with her, as though their son’s insanity was all her fault. She especially thought it was odd the way Tyler never even looked at his parents while they were there, the only one he ever glanced at was Skyler and it scared her to death. If she hadn’t been so afraid of what he was capable of when he got out, she never would have sat through any of it.
During that time, Skyler and Chelsea had begun getting closer as well. Skyler loved hearing the stories of Chelsea growing up or looking through photo albums with her and Frannie.
Frannie and Chelsea had moved to the cities from New York less than two months after her father had been killed. They needed a new start, away from the people her father had been involved with before his death.
Not only Skyler had grown close to Frannie, but the boys had even begun calling her nana around that time. Frannie loved it and she seemed to love them as much as they were all beginning to love her.
In between going to Tyler’s trial, Skyler had begun going to the clinic for checkups for the first time through any of her pregnancies and Chelsea was always at her side.
Chelsea wasn’t at all pleased when the doctor informed Skyler that she was undernourished. Frannie seemed to be cooking or baking almost continuously once she heard that. Skyler wound up full so much of the time that she needed to wear sweat suits more often than not.
One night, hoping they could all relax and trying to give the boys some other kids to play with, Chelsea invited Matt, Val and their three girls over for dinner.
When Skyler first laid eyes on Val, she couldn’t believe how similar in looks she was to Nikki Freeman with the long dark hair, piercing brown eyes, perfectly chiseled facial features, like a model on a magazine cover. Skyler’s insides tightened up as she decided to only look at Val if she absolutely had to.
Skyler was very quiet through most of the evening, only feeling comfortable as she watched the kids playing together. It took a little time for the boys to play with the girls, but they were so polite any time one of the girls wanted a toy they had, handing it over to them immediately until Val would scold whichever of the girls was making the demands, letting them know they needed to share. Skyler would always have a small smile when Val would scold whichever girl had been making the demand.
Matt and Val could both see it was going to take Skyler a little time to join in on the conversation, but they still enjoyed what little she did contribute.
The final day of the trial was priceless as Skyler sat listening to Tyler tell one lie after another during his testimony, but there wasn’t a single thing she could do about any of it. Chelsea managed to slip into the back row of the courtroom unnoticed as Tyler began to speak.
Through most of what Tyler had said, Skyler didn’t dare look at him, for fear of standing up and calling him a liar, so she sat quietly, listening to Tyler talk about how everyone in the school had known he and Skyler had feelings for one another since the ninth grade, but the night of the party David had gone around telling people that he was going to nail Skyler, so Tyler had confronted him.
He explained how drunk David had been and that they had gotten into a small scuffle before giving David one last shove, but it never occurred to Tyler that he was actually hurt when he rolled down the hill since he was calling him names as Tyler walked away to take Skyler from the party.
Tyler began to cry as he spoke about the fact that he wanted to check on David, but then he found out Skyler was pregnant and things just began to snowball out of control. He apologized, saying he knew it was wrong to not get in touch with anyone, but after the pregnancy discussion was over, he was too afraid to come forward and now he had three sons to worry about, making him even more afraid.
When asked why he was willing to leave two of his three sons behind if he was so worried about them, Tyler claimed his feelings were that they were old enough to understand what was going on and he didn’t think a life on the run would be good since they would both be going to school so soon. He began crying when he relayed how much he missed his boys and how much he loved them.
The only thing Skyler could manage to do was look down and cry, while Chelsea slipped in and out of the courtroom.
Waiting until sentencing was handed down, was making Skyler a nervous wreck. She wished Chelsea could’ve been with her, but she knew it would drive Tyler crazy, seeing them in the same room together, so Chelsea paced by the car as she waited.
It only took the jury a little over two hours to return with their verdict, which was for a lesser charge and not even related to David’s death. His sentence would be three to five years, less if he was released for good behavior.
Skyler began crying, but not for the reason everyone thought. Her main reason for tears was the disappointment she felt when they hadn’t given him the death penalty. Yet again, he had pulled the veil over everyone’s eyes. If they could have gotten away with dropping the charges against him completely, they would have.
Tyler was positive by Skyler’s reaction that she had finally fallen completely in love with him and tried consoling her by explaining to her that he would be out much sooner, which only made her cry harder. His cuffed hands grasped her stomach as she cried into his chest.
“You pregnant Skyler?”
“Yes,” she replied, nodding her head reluctantly.
Without missing a beat, Tyler began speaking extremely loud to his lawyer about getting him out earlier since his wife was pregnant with their fourth child.
Skyler glared at Tyler with hatred so deep, she could have killed him with just a look, but she pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind, forcing herself to quickly look down at the floor. A few weeks earlier he had wanted her to leave two of their children to whatever might happen to them and she had no doubt that if things hadn’t changed, she would have never had the chance to even hold the little girl she was carrying.
Before the guards led him away, Tyler gave Skyler one last hug and kiss, leaving her to feel completely numb. Tyler’s lawyer made an attempt to console Skyler, assuring her he would have Tyler free in no time, making her cry even harder.
Skyler couldn’t speak anymore by the time she reached Chelsea; every time she tried to explain what had happened, she would cry, leaving her unable to speak. She couldn’t seem to make her mind work well enough to gather any solid thoughts. Skyler was filled with so many emotions, yet unable to sort through any of them. It was only after the boys had been put to bed that she was able to regain her ability to form words.
“Remember what you said about Houdini?”
“You’re shittin’ me?”
“No and why wasn’t his testimony even investigated? It was one lie after another.”
“All lies?”
“Yes! All of it! I mean to begin with, he may have had a thing for me in high school, but the feelings were ‘not’ mutual and David didn’t even drink; beyond that I didn’t know for sure until maybe three months later when ‘he’ told ‘me’ I was pregnant.”
“He told you?”
“Yeah, but I feel sick even telling you this.”
“I wouldn’t force you to tell me, I just thought that if you wanted to, I’m here.”
“Not being full of myself or anything, since he’s so sick and all, but I’m like a drug to Tyler and he’s needed a fix at least three times a day, if not more, since the very first day. He knew I hadn’t gotten my period and he loved telling me that I wasn’t going to be finishing school.”
“D’you have any idea why he would’ve killed the other people you told me about?”
“Josh and Nikki were because of a stupid little game we played after necking at a party when we told each other who we thought was hot and I think Jenny was because I told Tyler that I had talked to her about my relationship with him, I just don’t know when or how since we were living in the Cities already by the time he showed me the news bulletin of her missing.”
“I wonder if we could find any sorta evidence if we did new autopsies,” Chelsea pondered out loud.
“I doubt it, Tyler’s a lot of things, but he’s definitely not stupid.”
Chelsea admitted to sneaking into the courtroom for Tyler’s testimony. She couldn’t understand how he could fool so many people along his way, admitting he may be charming, but to side-step a murder charge and wind up with a maximum of five years, which she herself knew he would never serve, was a concept she just couldn’t grasp.
As Skyler began to cry, Chelsea held her, almost shedding tears of her own. When Skyler was able to calm down, Chelsea promised they would figure it all out together.
The moment Skyler lifted her head to look into Chelsea’s eyes, she knew what she was feeling as the warmth tingled through her body; Chelsea knew she had felt it all along. Softly and slowly their lips met in a kiss like none Skyler had ever felt before. As their lips pressed lightly together, the warmth in their groins was overwhelming. When tongues began to mingle, the electricity traveled through their insides, not stopping until it reached down to their pubic bones. As the kiss deepened, they felt one another’s nipples hardening as they became locked in the embrace.
Skyler wanted to let herself be swept away with the feelings she had for Chelsea, but she didn’t want to pull her in any deeper than she already was, quickly pulling away from Chelsea as Tyler’s threat echoed through her mind.
“I can’t do this, this is wrong, I just can’t,” Skyler said, moving off the sofa.
“Why is it wrong? I know you care about me and I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.”
“It’s wrong because we’ll never be able to be together, not completely. Tyler will always be there in some way and when he gets out…”
“When he gets out, what? You’ll just send off most of your children and do what he wants again? Don’t you think you deserve better than that?”
“You’ve seen what he can get away with. I can’t take that chance; I won’t take that chance, not with the lives of anyone. He warned me the day I went to see him; he said it would be on my head if I got involved with anyone while he was locked up. I didn’t tell you everything about the day he brought me down here, when I told him if he hurt my baby he might as well just kill me. He told me that it was always up to me if the boys got hurt. If I don’t do what he wants, he’ll just make it so I can’t hurt myself. I think the kids and I should leave tomorrow and go to Tyler’s parent’s house just like he wanted me to do in the beginning, you should forget you ever knew me. I’m sorry but that’s just how it needs to be.” Skyler said, walking away.
Skyler crawled into bed, crying herself to sleep as Chelsea stood outside with her head against the door listening to the muffled sobs.
(To Be Continued…)
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