Lacey angrily moves over to the chipped green door, her stomping steps pounding out a tempo in the silence of the room, and she pulls the door open with unneccesary force, letting the frigid cold air into the room as it rushes past her. The blast of cold takes her breath but it does not manage to cool down her white hot anger that is balzing like a wild inferno inside of her.  She shivers as the freezing wind blows under her dress to swirl around her legs. Grabbing her coat from it's spot on top of her travel bag where it sits on the floor beside of the door, she angrily shoves her arms into the think flece garment and pulls it up onto her shoulders.  “Lace, darling, please just come back in here so that we can talk about this. I honestly think that it will all be okay. Whoever it was that was out th

"Damn it all to hell!" Andy curses as he slaps his hand down angrily upon the rumpled bed in which he and his wife had just spent the last couple of pleasant hours together. Then she had gotten upset and she did not feel that he was supportive enough. Maybe he hadn't been.  Andy moved around the room with heavy feet, agitated by his argument with Lacey and the major part he played in it. He cared about her thoughts and opinions, why would she think that he didn't? He loved his wife so much that sometimes he could not stand it. She and the kids were his whole world. The three of them were everything to him. They made his life complete and he could not imagine his life without them by his side. Andy did value his wife and all of the things that were important to her. He was not trying to make her feel like he

* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Contains some mention of alcohol use by a minor and child endangerment are present. Strong language, as well. ~   June 7, 1971   He was turning six in just three days. His mommy says that this is his 'big boy' birthday, but if he was not mistaken, she had told him that last year too. But Nate didn't care. He was just finally ready to be a big boy. He was getting really tired of being treated like a baby all of the time. Then again, Nate was tired of a lot of things. Like how his Mommy and Daddy were constantly fighting with each other. His daddy had bought this big house tha

  * Extremely Graphic Content Warning * This chapter contains domestic abuse, verbal abuse and graphic violence. Mention of alcohol and child endangerment are present. This chapter may be unsuitable for some readers. Strong language, as well. ~       June 7, 1971   Nate could hear his parents fighting above him upstairs. He was hiding in the dark, tiny room under the stairs. It was dirty and dusty, with mouse droppings every where and spider webs all over the place. It was scary to sit in the tight space, not able to see anythong around him, but it was the one place that h

 January 3rd 1977  Nate hears the cries all through the house and he smiles to himself. All of Betsy's screams have finally come to an end, as the baby's angry bellows sound out. She finally had the baby. Betsy had been her almost a year, but a few months ago she started getting bigger in her belly and she was tired a lot. She discovered that she was going to have a baby and Daddy was thrilled. When yesterday, she starting bleeding and crying that she hurt, Dad freaked out, because the baby wasn't do for nearly three more months or so. But Dad won't take her to the hospital and but he did call a doctor from a nearby town to come over and check her out.