The Daughter in Law (13 page)

DAMIEN

Well I’ve done
everything I can to secure my family’s future. I thought the shit would bug me,
but I can’t say that I’ve lost any sleep over it. I no longer have a mother,
well that’s not entirely true, Jackie does her best to fill that void and I
appreciate it, but all I need is my wife and kids. The woman who birthed me no
longer exists for me. That was a hard pill to swallow, but that shit she did
coming onto the end was the last straw. What she’d hoped to achieve by naming
my daughter after her I’ll never know, but only a very twisted mind would even
think of doing such a thing.

I haven’t
heard from her and don’t wish to. I’ve cut off every avenue she could even
think of using to get to me and my family, and what I can’t do my father in law
has taken care. Do I regret the fact that my kids don’t have a grandmother and
grandfather from my side? Not really, they’re not missing out. I would never
have her around my kids since she hates their mother that much, only a dumb
fuck would do such a stupid ass thing. Plus their mom would make my life less
than comfy and I enjoy the life we have together way too much to risk that
shit.

 
So when she tries sending me messages
through clandestine means, I rebuff them all. Her sob stories no longer move me
and my life has been rather stress free since I decided to pretend she died.
Harsh I know, but the only way the breech could ever be mended is if Vanessa
decided to forgive her, and I don’t see that shit happening. I know some men
might try to straddle the fence and maybe hide and contact their moms because
they need that connection and can’t break it. I’m not one of them. If the
tables were turned I would expect total loyalty from my wife so I can give no
less.

Now I get to
watch the girl I married blossom and grow without the sword of Damocles hanging
over her head. I don’t talk about my mother and I’ve gone through our new home
and removed any semblance of her. Yeah, she tried leaving little reminders here
and there. I especially liked the letter she left hidden away in my secret boyhood
cubbyhole. It was full of accusations against my wife, each one unfounded. Not
even there, in what could be her last contact with me, did she once think of me
or what the shit she was doing was doing do to me. Somewhere along the way the
woman I knew as mom had ceased to exist and what took her place is not fit for
human interaction. Do I hate her? No. It’s worst; I’ve obliterated her from my
mind. Why? Because she tried to destroy the one thing that I cherish above all
else!

“Let’s go babe
your mom took the kids to the pond to feed the ducks.” She was lying out by the
pool looking hot in a little two-piece suit that barely covered anything. The
in laws were in town for the weekend, it was July fourth and we were expecting
a houseful. It’s not often that we have someone to watch the kids while we slip
away because I don’t trust anyone with my family. If we go somewhere, they go.
Denise have been putting in her bid for nanny services, but that’ll have to
wait until my kids area trained to take care of themselves when me and their
mom aren’t around.

“Where are we going?”

“Damien is almost one year old.”

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

“If I get started on you now we could have the next one by
the time he’s maybe two or close, let’s go.”

With kids in the house I
gotta
get mine where I can. She was right on my heels as we
made our escape.

The backyard
was crowded with people; everyone was having a good time. I’d invited some of
the guys from the base and
Nessa’s
aunts, uncle’s and
assorted cousins were here, along with her brothers and their wives. Denise was
here with her new beau, not looking as drawn as she had been in the months
after mom and dad left. The kids were running around getting into shit, much as
I once did in this same place.

I saw Nessa standing in a group of
women chatting while they all kept a beaded eye on the kids. My phone went off
with a text, which I read in semi disbelief. I always knew there was a
possibility, but I was hoping this day would never come. How many ways did she
want me to do this shit? I made sure my wife was preoccupied as I slipped away
to the little garden gate on the other side.

She was standing there, hidden
behind a tree with high-powered binoculars. It was almost sad really, the
picture she made. An aging woman with her greying hair and more lines in her
face than were there the last time we’d met.

She saw me and started to bolt, but then something made her
stop.

“Son…”

“Who are you, who’re you
looking for?”

“Damien don’t, I said I was sorry.”

“What exactly are you sorry for?”

“I don’t…wait…I’m sorry that I caused you so much trouble,
you have to believe me, I was only looking out for you.”

“Really, is that what you were
doing? I choose to see it differently. I told you this a million times, I tried
to do it in a way that would cause less harm; maybe I was wrong for that. You
still don’t get it.” She seemed so normal. How was it that she could come up
with the things she did?

Looking at
her, I saw the woman I knew her to be, but
I’d been bitten by
that snake before
. I couldn’t forget the venom I’d seen in her in that
hospital bed when she’d talked about destroying my wife. When she’d laid out
for me all the ways she’d planned to do it and still will if she got the
chance. But here, now, she looked like any other lady of means out for an
innocent stroll.

And then just
like that, it was there. I saw the look come into her eyes. That same rabid
look an animal gets when it’s cornered or ready to strike. I didn’t have to see
the gun to know she had it. She’s always been a good shot, came from all those
hunting lessons she’d had as a girl. I daresay I got my shooting skills from
her.

I heard the footsteps coming before
she did. She turned to the men who appeared there, her eyes widening in fright.

“Mrs. Spencer you’re under arrest for trespassing, stalking
and violating a restraining order.” They rattled off a list of her infractions
as she yelled for me to help her. I closed the gate behind me and walked back
to the party. One thought plagued me as I walked over to my wife and hugged her
to my side. Who had been her intended victim, Vanessa or me?

THE END

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