Satan's Sinners #1: Reid and Indiana

Indiana POV The alarm was going off upstairs, as I plated his breakfast. I left it sitting on the dining room table and quickly made my way to Bear’s room. I had to get him before he woke up, because if he started to fuss… Jack would get upset. And I was doing a stellar job of pissing him off all by myself. I didn't need to have him pissed at our son too. Hi. My name is Indiana. Jack is my husband. He wasn’t always like this. He used to be sweet, and kind and loving. We had only been dating for two years when we ended up pregnant, and Bear was born. It was like a switch flipped. He became verbally, emotionally, physically, and sometimes sexually abusive. He started with the digs at me and the baby weight I was working on losing. Things like how fat I was, how he needed the lights off, the f**k a fatass like me. Then he would start picking on everything I did. The cooking was good enough, the cleaning was done right, I wasn’t ironing his clothes good enough. I forgot to lay out matching socks and tie one time, and as I said, “It’s not a big deal, just grab them,” he grabbed me by the back of the hair and pulled me back from the bathroom as I was walking past him and slapped me across the face. That was the first time he hit me. Bear was a year and a half old then. He would beat me for anything. Bear would cry, and I couldn’t calm him because he was terrified after all the screaming Jack had been doing, so he would make me lay Bear down in his crib, and he’d beat me. I would take it as long as I could before I would silently cry. It’s been three years of this s**t. Thankfully, in the last year or so, he’s been out of the house more, not coming back some nights. I know he’s cheating on me. We, thankfully, haven’t had any s****l relations in close to six months. He’s been dropping hints at wanting another boy. He said, “Since I’ve already got one, I might as well have another. That way one of them can grow up right.” I think he just wants to trap me with him. I talked to my doctor and asked him to give me a non-hormonal IUD because I didn’t want my husband to know. I don’t want him to accidentally catch me taking a pill or needing the rings or whatever. I want it to be so he can’t feel it, see it, know it’s there. Yesterday was a bad beating. Getting Bear ready, he knows mommy is sore. He does everything we need to do during our morning routine, so I don’t have to strain myself. No three-year-old little boy should be worrying about his mother like this. I want to cry. I want to take my boy out of here. I want him to have a loving home. To know what that feels like. To run and play, and laugh, and cry without worry. To know a father’s love, and being able to be a child. Not worrying that whatever he does or says is going to get his mother beat. Going downstairs, I had our breakfast set up at the island bar in the kitchen. I have to take Bear to pre-k today, and then hurry home, clean and prepare a wonderful dinner for our ‘happy anniversary’. Que eye roll. “I’ll be back by 6 sharp. I expect dinner on the table before then. It should still be hot, and he should be in bed. We need some adult time.” Jack said, leering at me. “Yes, sir.” I said, looking down at my plate. I don’t want him to know I’ve had enough. I’m hoping my brother got my text from the burner phone burning a hole under my pillow. I hope he comes out here. I need out, and I need his help. After Jack leaves, I drop Bear off at pre-k and let them know I’ll be back to pick him up at 3 instead of the 3:30 PM release time. I hurried back home to clean the house and get everything ready. I have copies of all of our important documents in a file under my side of the bed where dad taught us to keep them. I’ve got a duffle stuffed under Bear’s bed with all of his favorites, clothes, etc. because I need to know if it gets too bad, I can run. I also have a bag for me with everything I need; my laptop, two hard drives, two thumb drives, a file of all the abuse, the originals of our important documents, clothes, money, my handgun, etc. under my side of the bed under a loose floorboard. Picking Bear up, we headed to the store, so I could make sure to have his steak, potatoes, broccoli, while Bear would have soup and grilled cheese. He’s the one who makes all the money, so we should be waiting on him, hand and foot. As I’m limping through the store, leaning heavily on the cart, because at this point in the day my ribs are throbbing, and I can hardly take a full breath. I hear, “Indie?” Turning, I see my brother looking at me like he knows everything now that he’s seen me for the first time in almost 3 years. All I can say is “Kai” as tears filled my eyes at seeing my big brother. My knees feel weak, and I feel like I could faint. Kai POV “Indie?” I asked, standing in the middle of the meat counter at the local grocery store, hoping to hear something from my little sister. Not even twenty minutes ago, I was staring at my phone, hoping to see something from her. She’d been cryptic with her text of: Here Ends Love Please. Damn Virgins” I got the HELP part of it, but I’m hoping the DV from it…isn’t…what I’m thinking. Because, f**k. I’ll kill him. No one. I mean, not one goddamn person on this f*****g planet is allowed to hit my sister or nephew. And f**k. The f*****g guilt is eating at me. I knew I shouldn’t have blown her off when she called me six months ago. I shouldn’t have stayed in my very own pity party for this long. f**k. Back to this moment, she looks at me. Sickly thin, her white blonde hair and Caribbean blue eyes that match mine are dull, mostly lifeless, and filled with pain. She looks like she could fall over at any moment. She looks around anxiously, then pulls her cart over to me, looking like she’s shopping for a few nice cuts. She leans closer to where I am, and lowly says, “He’s been abusive for the last year. I need out. Please help me, Kai.” How am I supposed to say no to that? Not that I ever would. “Is there somewhere safe to meet? I need a plan to get you out.” “I can say we’re going to see you and Dad. That Dad says it’s been long enough of us not coming to see his new home in North Carolina.” “Dad didn’t…ooh. Okay. Of course. How long do you need to vacation?” “I can probably get two weeks. That’s when I need the papers delivered. All. The papers.” “Okay. And when are you starting this vacation?” “Tomorrow. Everything’s ready to go. I just need to make dinner tonight.” “Okay. Wanna meet here at six for coffee?” “Sounds wonderful,” she says quietly. Then looking at the man behind the counter, she smiles and says, “I’ll take these two cuts of the filet mignon. Thank you.” Looks like I have my work cut out for me. It’s going to be a busy night, and I’m probably going to have to take Leif up on that offer to stay for a couple of years…fuck. Grabbing my cuts of meat, I headed for the cashier to head back to my airBNB. Better get to work to get my little sister and nephew safe. Fuck. Once back at the airBNB, I toss the steak on the grill with my squash and zucchini. Better eat now, so I can get all my work tackled. It’s gonna be a long f*****g night. First thing I do after turning the grill all the way down, cooking the steaks and veggies low and slow, I grab my laptop, setting up on the patio to get my work done. I pull up my standard DV divorce paper template, adding in special clauses she’s going to need for protection. I know she’s smart enough to have everything documented. Next, is a will, because I need her to assign custody of Bear to someone if, God forbid, I can’t keep my baby sister safe and Bear needs someone to raise him in her stead. I hope these papers never need to be put in place, but I have to take care of every possible scenario. Pulling out my phone, and sliding the blue tinted glasses off my face, I called my best friend, Leif. Leif is the president of the Satan’s Sinners MC that I’ve been a part of for the last 4 years, since he took over. Once we graduated, him from business school and me from law school, his dad stepped down. He said he wanted to go nomad for a few years. And since then, things have really turned around for the club. Most of the old guys are adapting to the way things are going, but there are still a few who think Leif isn’t ready. “Atlas? Aren’t you supposed to be visiting your sister?” My best friend chuckled, and I could hear others laughing. “Yeah…I’m gonna need to cut a favor with you, brother.” I knew he could hear the hard edge in my voice. It quickly got quiet on his end of the phone. I couldn’t hear anything and thought he hung up. “I’m in my office. What’s wrong?” “Prez…I’ll sign on for two years. But I need you to protect my sister and nephew. Her husband is abusing her. She’s ready to go tomorrow morning. She’s meeting me at 6 AM, and we’re taking off in my truck. Ditching the car and cellphone in the parking lot. There are no cameras that I can see in the area, but I’ll be meeting her in a borrowed car. Then transferring to my truck and trailer with my bike on it. Please. I’ll do the two years, but please protect them.” He was quiet on his end. I was hoping he’d accept. I didn’t know if I could do more than two years there. Not with…who was there. I can’t handle seeing them every day, knowing that I can’t be with them. “Deal. I will let everyone know in church tomorrow morning. What time can we expect you?” “Midnight? Maybe later? If we need to stop for anything, I’ll call you and let you know.” “Alright. I’ll be glued to the phone til you’re here. Keep me updated, Kai.” “You got it, Leif.” Hanging up the phone, I took a deep breath, and felt a little better. Thank God for Leif. Now, to call dad so he can make his way to Ohio. This was going to be a tough call. “Hey Dad. About Indie. She and Bear need out. Emergency 911, type out.”