“What the fuck is he doing here?” Gypsy screamed.
She wanted this man never to see her daughter, and now, he’s in the same building as the child. What the fuck was that woman thinking? You don’t allow someone like Spencer around a little girl.
“Hello, Mary. How lovely to see my daughter again,” Spencer said.
One thing missing in his voice was the life and the confidence it once held. Not only did his face show extra age lines, but it was almost as though the power he once held was diminishing.
Gypsy backed away slowly, her eyes those of a deer in the headlights. All she focused on was Spencer and failed to see the person behind him. Amelia! If her night wasn’t bad, it was suddenly getting worse—her parents both in the same room with her. With a stomach tortured in knots, Gypsy pushed herself into the corner of the room, her entire body shaking in fear. For two years, she ran from this meeting—the one where she would come face to face with the evil. It’s tragic when that is how you feel about your parents.
“Gypsy, no one can hurt you today. Take a seat. Spencer, Amelia, take the seat across from her. Today we’re having what I call a coming to Jesus meeting. You will both tell Gypsy, excuse me, Mary, what happened to her husband,” Nicolette said.
Gypsy slowly pushed herself from the wall, inching her feet forward till she reached the folding chair. A quick sit, the metal-framed chair crawled slightly on the floor, causing a nail on a chalkboard sound. Her body remaining stiff, Gypsy knew this was bad. Something was wrong, and did she want to know what?
“Mary, no one’s going to hurt you anymore,” Amelia said.
“Stop being a baby,” said Spencer.
In a normal situation, when your parents reassured you about being safe, you believe it. There was nothing ordinary about tonight, and rightfully so, her entire body was on edge.
Nicolette paced the floor, those shoes clicking on the floor each time she took a step. They were a grim reminder to Gypsy of a night she would never forget.
“Spencer, you need to tell her. She needs to know,” Nicolette said.
Looking over to her husband, Amelia was clueless as to what her Niece meant. Didn’t Mary know about what Spencer did to her? Of course, she did. That was the reason she ran away from home, right?
“Tell me what?” asked Mary.
“Tell her what happened to her husband. The truth!” Nicolette said. Her eyes now on Spencer, even Amelia, didn’t know what would come next. She thought this was where Spencer would apologize for all the years of abuse, and they would move forward and again be a loving family. She couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Today would be the day that Gypsy’s world came crashing down on her shoulders.
Exhaling, Spencer looked over to his daughter, his eyes filling with fear, not regret, he changed her life forever.
“When you married that man, I knew he wasn’t right. He didn’t even have money. How the fuck could I allow him to taint our family name? His fucking claim to fame was marrying you,” he said.
Sitting upright, Amelia looked over at her husband, knowing she had lost her family forever. Covering her mouth, shaking her head, she cried out before it could even be said. “No, Spencer, please tell me you didn’t have something to do with his disappearance?” Amelia begged.
Spencer slammed his fist down on the table, the legs threatening to break, his fury written all over his face. His childhood threats to his daughter finally came to light. He swore to an eleven-year-old Mary that he would always be the only man she ever needed.
“Daddy, no, please tell me you didn’t do something to him?” she screamed, her body on edge, knowing what was coming.
“He wasn’t worthy. I offered him money, he refused. What the hell else was I going to do? He married my daughter and knocked her up. He is common trash and didn’t deserve you. So,” he stopped, for a moment he words returned to the smug man he was, “I got rid of him. He didn’t suffer, so don’t worry. That piece of shit will never hurt you again, Mary. Daddy made him go away so you could bring my Granddaughter home to live with us. You didn’t think I would allow another man to raise her, did you?” Spencer asked.
Amelia pushed herself back from the table, her face resembling a ghost. She knew for the first time that there was nothing decent left inside of that man. “Please tell you you’re lying. Spencer, you killed her husband? No, no, I refuse to believe even you would do that,” Amelia screamed.
In a complete state of shock, Gypsy sat there looking at her father with the eyes of a stranger. She didn’t know this man at all. He killed her husband for what? Because he loved her? Because they were happy together? Fathers all claim no one will ever be good enough for their daughters, but none stoop to this level.
“No! I refuse to believe he’s dead. He left me because he couldn’t handle being a father so young. I refuse to believe he’s not coming home to me one day. You liar,” she screamed. Over and over, she screamed that he was a liar. Kaine was in Hawaii living on the beach and selling his surfboards. He wasn’t dead! Dammit, Kaine wasn’t dead. He was nineteen years old and so full of life. He wasn’t dead.
“You liar, you fucking liar,” Gypsy screamed. Without warning, she rose from the table before anyone could stop her, repeatedly hitting her father in the face with her closed fists. “Tell me you’re lying. Tell me now this isn’t the truth. He’s happy and alive. Tell me,” she screamed, her fists hitting him repeatedly with a fury she had never known.
No-one stopped her but exhaustion. Even though Nicolette hadn’t realized he went to that level, she knew he was capable of it.
Sitting back, collapsing on the floor, Gypsy shook her head, sobbing, “Daddy, please daddy tell me this isn’t true. Tell me you didn’t do this, daddy. I will come home if you swear you didn’t do this. I love him so much. God, why? Why?” she cried.
Spencer looked over at his daughter, his face now bleeding and bruised, he stood firm to his beliefs. “No man will ever be good enough for my daughter. I did what any father would do to save his daughter.”