Chapter 86

“Heellooooo! I’m home! Dot? Kids?”

A servant came around the corner, her smile friendly but she seemed flustered somehow.

“I’m sorry sir. No one is home. Could I take your bags upstairs for you?”

“Yeah thanks. Did they say when they will be back?”

“Around supper time.” She scrambled to ensure more space between them.

Why did the girl seem nervous?

Pouring himself a glass of wine, a foreign scent wafted towards him and he sniffed the air. He could smell his kids, Dot’s scent but there was one scent he didn’t know...

He made his way towards the bedroom, yearning for a warm shower and yet the scent seemed to follow him, getting stronger as he entered their bedroom.

For some absurd reason his heart started to pound in his chest and he felt a fleeting stab of anger.

Leaving a trail of clothes behind him he stepped into the shower. With each stroke of the soap over his skin, his agitation grew until it was a seething volcano ready to explode.

By the time he trotted down the stairs his blood was pumping fiercely through his veins, his body ready for war.

The hours ticked by and with it the sun’s last rays. The lights of a car swung into the driveway. Jon expected to feel excited at the thought of seeing his family, instead his body was coiled like a snake ready to strike.

Stephanie walked through the door first, followed by Jesse and Dot and ....and that scent!!

“Thanks Bill it was awesome!” Stephanie cheery voice sliced through Jon.

Bill? BILL??!! BILL FUCKING WHO???!!!

Jesse’s aloofness smacked Jon in the face and he gritted his teeth only to winch as his fangs nipped his lower lip.

Dorothea’s smoky voice meant only for Bill’s ears speared through Jon and he snapped up, ready to tear the heart out of the fucker’s chest as well as his treacherous wife’s.

Waiting for the party to move towards the dining room was the longest wait of his life.

Following them soundlessly, his eyes fixed onto the man playing daddy when he wasn’t home. He waited at the door, waiting for them to realize his presence.

Slumping casually against the doorframe he swallowed at the bile working its way up, he could kill them just where they are but his kids were here...lucky them.

The conversation was loud and coming from all directions, the girls discussing their exciting day and Bill joining in, his hearty laugh grating Jon’s ears. Jesse sat meekly at chair, staring at his hands when he suddenly looked up.

A smile pulled at his lips but the pleasure in his eyes rested on his mother as his lips formed, “Hello daddy.”

The conversation snapped to an eerie silence. Stephanie’s flustered face sought her mother’s while Dorothea stared in disbelief at Jon’s seemingly calm demeanour.

“Jon!”

“Dot. BILL...kids.” He nodded lightly, his smile icy, his eyes speaking of murderous thoughts.

A scrape of the chair had an energetic boy rushing towards Jon, throwing himself in his arms.

“Dad! I’m so glad you’re home!” His words accused the adults at the dining room table.

Burying his face in the silky soft hair, he hugged even tighter.

“Glad to be home Jesse, I missed you all so much!”

“Daddy?” Stephanie stood before them, confusion flashed in the 8 year old’s face.

Slipping one arm from his son, he waved her closer, closing her into the tight circle as he tightened his grip on his children.

Pain ripped like barbed wire through his guts. His children’s jumbled emotions of joy, confusion and anger seeped through his skin and he shuddered.

What have they been through? Jesse’s suppressed anger knocked him for a six and he turned his face towards the dark eyes of his son.

“Are you ok my boy?”

“Yes daddy now that you are here everything is fine.”

Slowly releasing his kids, his face scanned the two people plastered on their chairs.

Shock and embarrassment coloured Dorothea’s face in a dark red hue. The gaping man sat silently, his eyes fearfully trained on Jon’s face.

“Jon?”

He turned away, watched as a servant hustled the kids towards the stairs, bubbling almost hysterically about their bath they were about to take.

“How could you?” Jon was breathing hard, his fists bulged at his sides.

“That’s why I called you...I needed to talk to you about this.”

He heard her walking his way.

“Don’t you fucking touch me.”

She came to a standstill behind him.

“Jon look at me.”

He snapped around, his eyes blazing. Dorothea gasped and took a step back. She had just realised once again what she was dealing with. Her husband’s eyes were that of a wild animal, an injured animal backed up in a corner.

“Bill I think you better go. I need to talk to Jon.”

Jumping up, he nodded.

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Bill’s hand brushed her arm...Jon growled.

His hasty footsteps clanked on the floor, the door slammed shut and the car sped off moments later.

Dorothea’s eyes refocused on Jon’s face. A gasp shattered from her lips.

Shining black marbles stared back at her, pure black hatred shone from them.

“Is this what you wanted to tell me? I couldn’t come when you called so you just thought, fuck it, lets just pretend he doesn’t exist? How long have you been fucking him?”

Dorothea stared at him wild eyed.

“Jon please...”

“How long!” His hands had curled around her arms, shaking her.

“Not long.”

“Not long...are you sure? The fucking place reeks of him.” His voice was deathly calm.

“I’m sorry Jon.”

Fury flashed through him , a chair flew through the air, crashing into pieces against the wall.

“Sorry for what Dorothea? Bringing a man into my house? Fucking him in MY bed? Replacing me with a brand new daddy? WHAT? Tell me!!!!!”

He was face to face with the distraught woman, his body was heaving, his fangs in full display.

“Please calm down Jon, you are scaring me.” Her eyes were fixed on the sharp daggers in his mouth.

Fear bounced off the walls, spearing into Jon’s chest.

“You better be fucking scared. I could rip you pieces right where you stand.”

Sanity left his body with the next breath and his hands clutched at her shoulders, hauling her towards him, he bit viciously into her, wanting her to feel his pain.

Her scream echoed through the room, causing Jon to crunch down even harder, sucking wildly at the acid pumping through her veins. He welcomed the vile taste, took pleasure in the pain she felt.

Pain buckled her legs and she grabbed at his shoulders, her voice straining.

“Please Jon...please. You’re going to kill me!” Dot could feel the life draining from her, her pleas strangled huffs.

He won’t stop, he would finish this right here and now.

Green cat eyes loomed before his mind’s eye, a smile playing across the plump lips.

Sanity flooded through him.

He was killing the mother of his children!

He jerked from her, losing grip in his fingers, he heard her plopped to the ground, her breaths rasping from her starved lungs.