DECEPTION - A Family Affair (15 page)

“Nate, I don’t know what to say.”  Her voice cracked as the tears poured down her face.  Once again she was lost for words.

“Look, you know I have always been here for you and if Marco does turn out to be the White Knight then great. I will be happy because you deserve to be happy.  You know I want you to have your happily ever after.  Now back to mwah, I’m leaving in the morning for my trip, I’ll definitely check in with you during the week.”  Hearing Mace in the back ground he asked, “Is that Mace’s bark?  What are you doing home?”

“Well, I was asked to take a mandatory vacation.  Oh Nate, I royally screwed up this time.  I don’t know what is wrong with me.”

“What happened?  Don’t tell me this involves Savannah?”

“BINGO….  I went to see her mom and tried to convince her it wasn’t suicide and kind of accused her nephews of maybe knowing something.”

“No, tell me you did not do that?  Marisol, you need to keep that impulsion of yours in check.”

“I know.  I never felt as humiliated as I did today.  I couldn’t even tell Sally, I was so embarrassed.  It came straight from the superintendent.”

“I hate to leave you like this.  Do you want me to cancel my trip?”

“Are you insane?  You and Lucas deserve this time especially now.  You took two steps forward and now 10 steps back.  Poor Lucas.”

After giving a heavy sigh Nate felt his chest tightened and had to shake it off so he can breathe properly.  “I haven’t shared much of Sunday’s discussions yet.  I want us to have a relaxed vacation first.”

“Well don’t keep him in the dark; he will want to share your pain with you.  You owe him that, the good the bad and the indifference.  Isn’t that what love is all about sharing it all.”

“Okay, I have to go you are taking me to the deep end and I don’t have my life vest on.”

“Drama Queen.  I’ll call you later and… Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.  You are my true rock.”

“I love you too Babes…”  She gave her phone a bittersweet smile after ending her call.  If only his family made him feel secure with the no strings attached kind of love he would have a whole other outlook on his life.  She checked her texts and no new messages.  She decided to make herself useful so she and Mace went out back so she could do some gardening or more like weed pulling anything to keep her mind busy. 

While she gathered up all her pickings to put in bags she heard Mace bark and saw him charging towards the back of the fence following simultaneous shots and Mace was covered in red as he yelped.  She started screaming out as she ran towards him in a panic and she saw about five kids in camouflage begin shooting at her and the sharp pains as each shot hit her.  Her first reaction was to cover her face but wasn’t fast enough as one shot caught her left check.  Everything was happening so fast she heard her neighbor running over hollering at her attackers and when she thought it was safe to look up she saw one of the boys shouting “Don’t that one will hurt her.” And she knew the voice and when she saw his eyes through the masked knitted hat she knew.  All of them began to run towards a black pick up truck that was parked waiting for them and then took off.  Getting on her feet before her neighbor could help her she ran to Mace who was lying down.  “Mace, its okay boy.”  That’s when she saw they were hit with paint balls but they hurt like hell.  They hit Mace at close range so he was badly bruised.  They hit him on his one leg several of times and the rest were on the main part of his body.

Her neighbor finally reached her shouting, “Marisol, are you okay?  I tried to get the license plate number of the pick-up truck but it was too dirty to see from afar.  Those damn punks.”

“Francisco, I’m fine.”  She was cooing Mace and he finally got up to growl at Francisco fearing him.  “It’s okay Mace, let’s get you inside and cleaned up so I can check you.” 

“Marisol we need to call the cops.  Look at you; you have welts on your face and your arms.  Between all of them they must have shot at least 100 rounds at you.”

“It’s okay, please don’t call the cops I’ll handle it through the school.  I’m fine really thanks for coming to our rescue.  I have to get inside with Mace.  Thank you again and if I need anything I will let you know.”  Francisco has been her neighbor since she was about ten years old.  He and his wife have always been good neighbors to her but standoffish towards her dad since so many feared him.

Chapter Eleven

Once inside she started to fill the tub with warm water so she can get Mace in the tub to soothe his ache and get all this paint off his fur.  The door bell now rang and she grabbed her shot gun she kept by her side since entering the house and closed Mace in the bathroom.  Thank God she didn’t have her shot gun close to her when the attack occurred who knows what could have happened.  She went to the front window her body shaking as she was peeking through the blinds and she saw Marco standing on her porch.  She let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the door.  The confused look on his face was priceless when he caught sight of her. 

He saw her holding her rifle as it hung from her hand, his heart automatically stopped beating and coldness crept through his body at the disturbing sight before him.  She was filled in splatters of red coloring and her face was swollen.  “Marisol, what the hell happened?”  And she fell right into his arms and began to cry uncontrollably.  She couldn’t be strong any more she felt fragile and torn.  He took the rifle from her and placed it on the sofa as he held her with his one arm trying to calm her as he kicked the front door closed.  He sat her down and there was no sight of Mace but the sounds of his growling were near. “Marisol where is Mace?”  All he could understand was bathroom and water.  “Sit here; let me go to the bathroom and check.”  Once he was able to get her to sit up on her own he went to the bathroom where he could hear water running.  Mace was sitting up with red paint all over as well.  He turned off the water and patted Mace to let him know it was okay.  He returned to a shaken Marisol and put her on his lap and soothed her as best as he could.  He wanted her to feel safe as he held her until she was ready to talk. He was filled with rage and wanted to kill who ever did this to her.  She was trying to catch her breathe as she kept gasping for air. 

“Sweetheart, just relax I’m here now.  Tell me what happened.”

“I’m okay now.  I’m so sorry I just got overwhelmed.”  She tried to get up but he held her tighter to stop her from moving.

“Overwhelmed is an understatement seeing that you were used as target practice.  What the hell happened?  Who did this to you?”

“I was outside killing time because I was asked to take a mandatory vacation which is a whole other story.  One moment I’m bagging my dead weeds and Mace started barking and I heard shots and Mace yelped and when I ran towards him I was bombarded with paint ball shots.  It continued for a few minutes and I couldn’t move they kept aiming for my legs and face so I hovered myself down to the ground and they shot up my back and then Francisco came and scared them away they had a pick up truck waiting for them as a get away so to speak.”

“This just happened?  Did you see who they were? Did you call the cops?” he asked not hiding his anger at all. 

She nodded expressing no.  “I just got into the house through the back when you rang the bell.  They were kids wearing camouflage clothes and those mask knitted hats used for hunting so no I don’t know who they were and please no cops.  I can’t have my name involved with another issue with school.  Please.”

“This infuriates me, I was held up with Charley otherwise I would have been here during that time.  Marisol, you should really consider calling the cops at least to have it documented incase another incident occurs.”

She shot up from his lap.  “No, please it’s just probably a prank and I can’t please.”

He saw fear in her eyes which makes no sense but to appease her he’ll let her have her way for now.  “Okay, but lets get you cleaned up and see what damage is done.”  She shook her head in agreement and it hurt him to see her looking so fragile he is use to seeing her so strong.

“Let’s take care of Mace first.  He is limping from the one leg where they shot him multiple times.  I couldn’t even protect him.”  Her eyes began to fill again feeling helpless.

Marco was able to get all the paint off Mace’s fur but clearly they bruised his leg pretty bad.  He had about three large welts on his leg and a few on his body which scared him to think what he was going to find on Marisol’s body.  Now that he was done with Mace and Marisol seemed more at ease he cleaned up the bath tub and started the shower.  She was on the floor petting Mace and whispering her love to him.  He offered her his hands and brought her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. 

“I want to take a shower with you so I can get all this shit off of you and check the extent of your bruises. I promise to behave myself I just want to take care of you is that okay?”  She nodded and stood there feeling vulnerable as he began to shred her clothing off and when he reached the locket she always wore around her neck she quickly raised her hand to stop him. 

“I never take this off.”  She said a bit harsher than she intended.

“Okay, we can leave it on.”  Then he started to remove his clothes as she began to shiver.  She felt achy all over but seeing him nude caused her inner body to heat up.  He washed her body thoroughly and scrubbed all the paint from her skin and hair with such tender care.  He started to shake from his anger witnessing her body filled with round welts and bruises.  Her back had at least ten markings and she had a few on her arm and legs.  They even caught one of her breast and her stomach.  It was infuriating and her wearing just a long sleeve tee shirt and yoga pants didn’t help protect nor cushion any of the blows that hit her body.  Her left cheek had a black and blue and swelled up a little.  He was having a hard time containing his emotions.   He could have protected her if Charley wasn’t having one of her temper tantrums on the phone. 

He got out of the shower first so he can dry himself and wrap a towel around his waist before hauling her out so he could dry her softly not wanting to cause any additional pain.  He then dressed her with one of her cotton night gowns he found in her dresser draw that reached just above her knee.  He set her up on the sofa with a comforter and pillow while he went to slip his jeans on.  Checking her cabinets she didn’t have any Advil so he called his brother for the list of items he needed and shared with him on what happened since he is going to need someone to lock up the stables for him tonight.  There was no way he was leaving her alone. 

“Hey, you’ve been quiet since I put you in the shower, are you okay?  Tell me where it hurts?”

She half smiled at him feeling out of it.  “I’m okay, just very sore.  Once my adrenaline subsided is when I began to feel the pain behind those damn paint balls.  I looked in the mirror when you were drying me and I have marks all over.”  And her eyes filled with tears.  Why would they want to hurt her like this, and knowing Alex had his name on a few of these bruises hurt her even more but she couldn’t tell Marco.  He just got his family back and she can’t be in the middle of disturbing that peaceful bliss they all shared.

“Marisol, if you have any inkling who did this will you trust me enough to tell me?”

She didn’t want to lie to him but she couldn’t be truthful so she merely whispered what she needed to say.  “Yes, I would tell you.”  She wasn’t convincing to him at all but again he left it alone for now. 

He went outside to check around back and he met the neighbor and asked him questions as well.  One thing he knew they were not big kids or adults more like middle school age which pissed him off even more that a bunch of punks could get away with this behavior.  By the time he came around front his brother arrived with hot soup, juices, Advil, witch hazel and cotton balls and in addition a knap sack with extra clothing and Marco’s laptop. They spoke briefly and Angel agreed to ask around to see if anyone knows or heard anything.

Marco entered the house quietly; Mace was on his pillow bed looking melancholy – poor guy he must have felt helpless out there.  Marisol had finally fallen asleep and he decided not to wake her just yet.  His heart felt heavy knowing he could of prevented this from happening or at least protect her from getting hurt.  He knew he needed to have a heart to heart talk with Charley when she arrives this weekend.  She was becoming quite difficult and he was tired of defending how he felt for Marisol.  She was innocent in all this mess, he still couldn’t figure out why she never married and it seems Nate has been the only person in her life.  He wanted to know everything about her.  It still killed him inside when he not only had to leave her twelve years ago but he left her alone with her father who was the devil in disguise.  As far as he was concern there was nothing good inside him the only worthiness he carried was his part in creating Marisol.  She was loving, selfless, good natured and beautiful inside and out. 

He kept busy working from his laptop on the love seat across from her until he heard her having another night mare.  “Please leave him alone he is all I have.  Please not Mace…he loves me.”  Moving her head side to side; he jumped up from the love seat setting his laptop aside.  “Marisol, honey I’m here. You are having a bad dream.”  She opened up her eyes and met a set turquoise eyes and she felt safe again.  Slowly closing her eyes again and then opening them slightly, “I’m so sorry, I started having night mares again it’s been so long.”  The words were out before she realized what she revealed.  He was caressing her face and pushing her hair back. 

“When did you have nightmares before?”

“It was a life time ago, I rather leave it there back in the past.”

“Marisol, talk to me please.  I want to know everything about you.”

“Marco, there is nothing to tell life can suck sometimes and you learn to get over it and move on.”

“Do you honestly feel you moved on or do you just shield it and hope it goes away?”

“I’m not sure where you are going with this and I don’t want to know.  Right now I have a headache and I’m hungry.”  She took her forearm and placed it over her forehead to wish away everything; she knows he is right but she can only cope by putting up her shields and Nate is her biggest shield yet.  She never fully moved on after loosing Marissa and Marco and she felt quite the looser right about now.