Running (baby daddy series #2) {COMPLETED}

| 3 | Please, just leave

Wendy POV

"Mommy, it's time for breakfast!" Caleb yell in my ear. 

    Ugh, after yesterday I would rather crawl back under the covers and never see the outside world again. I can't though, I have three little princes and one little princess who needs me. A loud yawn escapes my mouth and I sit up in my bed.

"Hey, did you kids wake your mom up even though I told you not to?" Brianna's voice echoed in the living room.

"Run my babies, run!" I whisper and they all sprint out of my bedroom giggling.

    Brianna would never hurt my babies; they knew that and so did I. But her wrath was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced. Even though, in this case it was with love. I walk into the bathroom and take my clothes off to shower last night’s events away or at least try to. The water flows down my body and instead of relaxing like I usually do, I still feel tense into my bones. I scrub my scalp with the shampoo and move to scrub my body before rinsing it out. No long showers for me anymore! My skin is red from the scrubbing and I guess that's from my rising anxiety from the night before. I don't even know why I reacted this strongly to this. All of this could easily be a coincidence without any alter motive.

    At the kitchen table, all four of my babies are eating pancakes. Brianna is leaning on the kitchen counter with a newspaper and coffee cup in her hands. She looks at me with narrowed eyes when I walk into the room. I kiss all my kids on their foreheads and greet them with a 'good morning', before I take out a cup of my own which I fill with hot black coffee. Brianna is still watching me like a hawk, she knows something's wrong. She can read people like an open book, and since we see each other practically every day, I'm easier for her to read then others. She ushers the children out of the room and tells them to brush their teeth before she turns to me.

"What happened?" 

"What? Nothing happened." I say in a high-pitched voice, that's my number one give away when I'm lying.

"Oh really? How come that when you walked out of that bedroom, you looked like you've had a fight with death?"

    Was it that visible? Am I that predictable? Huh, maybe I am. I've told Brianna about the situation but not in detail, she knows about the important parts. Everything else is private. I only told her about that because I wanted her to be prepared if he turns up here. Now though, I have no other choice than to tell her about what happened yesterday, and I really don't want to relive those events.

"D's brother came to the club yesterday."

"What! What did he want?"

"I don't know. I pretended that I didn't knew who he was, but he clearly know my name!"

"Is it time to move again then?"

"No, I can't move the kids just for something small like this. We just have to be careful when we're outdoors together. Talk about the outside, can you keep an eye on them while I go shopping for groceries?"

"Of course, take all the time you need. I was thinking of taking them with me to the back garden. They could use some sun, fresh air, and exercise. The landlord put up some swings and a jungle gym now."

"That's okay. If they are too much trouble, take them inside and call me."

"They won't. Not if they want to taste my cookies later." she says and winks at me before disappearing to the kids’ room.

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    I'm carrying five big paper bags with groceries and the sweat is pouring out of my forehead. I should have taken the bloody car! My intention was to buy milk, cereal and beef, nothing else. Look at me now with the whole store in my arms! Why is it always like this when you're in the store? Seriously, a psychologist or scientist should research this, everyone does this all the time, and no one knows why! I was walking or rather struggling and walked in silence. Not many people were outdoors, and I soon discovered why when small rain drops fell on my head. I struggle to open the door and then walk back inside.

    The day is filled with laughter, jokes, talking and playing. But now it's evening and I have to go to work. Today though, no one of them can let me go. They beg me to stay.

"But babies, I promise to be back. I don't work very late today; I'll be home before you know it."

"You are always working, mommy!" Darby say with tears in his eyes.

"I know precious, I try not to. We need the money to buy food and more toys. If you let mommy work for a little while longer, we will go the carnival this weekend. How does that sound?"

"The carnival?! Really?"

"Yes, but you have to be nice to Brianna when I'm gone. Otherwise, no dice. Okay?"

"Okay mommy!"

    And just like that, everything was okay again. That's one of the things I miss most about being a kid, everything became good again that easily. I wave to Brianna and she waves back. My body is extremely tired after yesterday's shift, but I need the money. I wasn't going to work there forever; my eyes were always searching for something better. My qualifications were outstanding, and I could get the top secretary jobs in town, but then it would also be very easy for others to find me. I'm not in any danger regarding Damien and his crew, I knew that. But other people were after me that could be dangerous.

    I walk inside the dressing room and today, I'm apparently going to dress like a sexy nurse. These costumes keep getting more and more ridiculous. What is it with men and 'sexy' nurses? For god's sake, get some imagination. I barely have any time to breath before the manager comes up to me.

"Hey, you're up in the VIP for the night."

"What? Oh, Dave come on. Not again..."

"Do what I'm f*****g telling you to do or you can go out that door and never come back!"

    I sigh and walk towards the lounge. Like I've said before, I don't like to be picked. Trinity is already throwing daggers at me with her eyes. I walk up the stairs and I'm close to vomit when I see the people in the room.

"For f**k's sake come on! Are you stalking me now?" I exclaim with the accent I now have from living here, I've practiced so people couldn't hear it was me.

Brody is sitting there laughing at me. But it's not only him there. Instead of his buddies the day before, Adrien, Jaxon and Damien are sitting there. 

"Don't play dumb with me, Wendy. All of us know it's you." Brody chuckles again.

"And I've told you, my name's not Wendy. It's Paulina."

"That's too bad..." Damien says while looking at his fingernails. "She was a real good f**k, that one!"

"HEY! Shut your f*****g mouth!" I scream at him without thinking.

    I put my hand over my mouth. Fuck... I've just told them that it's me. Adrien jumps up from his seat and crushes me in a hug, Jaxon follows suit. When they release me, Damien is looking at me like I'm the goddess.

"So, it is you after all..."

"You got me. Now, what do you want?"

"WE want to take you home."

"Sorry, that aren’t going to happen."

"How the hell did you end up here anyway? Are you one of the waiters?" he asks.

    Before I can answer Dale yells from downstairs.

"Hey, sinful! Get your ass down here! You're up!"

"What's happening?" he asks with furrowed brows.

"Oh, you'll see big brother and you aren’t going to like it." Brody says with a grin.

    I walk down again and do my routine on the pole. Men are hollering at me and one of them even slaps my ass. Which gets him thrown out. There's one big rule, ' do not touch the strippers ' and he just broke it. Dale comes up to me once more when I'm done and tells me to get back up there. What I see when I get there is one fuming Damien and my best friend who is shielding his eyes.

"My eyes! My poor innocent eyes! Put some clothes on woman!" he exclaims.

"When the f**k did you become a stripper?!" Damien asks with death in his eyes.

"When I had to hide and provide for my babies." I answer with my arms folded over my chest.

"Who are you hiding from?!"

"Well, not you anymore, obviously."

"W.H. O?!"

"None of your goddamn business! What are you doing here anyway?"

"We were coming here for you! No one knew the shock we were about to acknowledge when we got here."

"Then leave!" I exclaim angrily and throw my arms out. "No one asked you to come here, if you can't look at me then just f*****g leave. You're the whole reason that I left!"

He looks down with sadness and shame.

"I didn't..."

"You didn't hurt me physically, no. But you dragged me in some real bad s**t that I never said yes to." I answer with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your buddies came for me."

He freezes and looks at his brothers with big eyes.

"Yeah, that's right. I got to pay for your s**t that I had no intention to be involved in from the beginning!"

"I don't know who told you s**t and..."

"They didn't tell me what happens when you f**k with them, they SHOWED me."

"You..."

"Yeah, it's what you think." I moved towards the door. Before closing it, I turn one last time. "Oh, and the Revellie's tells you 'Hi'."

    I slam the door shut and don't look back. This is enough.

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Damien POV

    I was nervous when we stepped into the club. Take my surprise when I realized that Wendy was not a waitress but a f*****g stripper! She has devalued herself a lot since I last saw her. I don't mean to judge her or anyone else either for that matter. Who doesn't like half-naked women as well? But this was not just a half-naked woman, she was the mother of my children and the woman of my life. The one who made me turn the whole world upside down looking for her. The one who turned my life around completely. The one that I want to wake up next to every morning.

    The Revellie brothers have done something to her, I don't know exactly what. But I'm going to find out. No one touches another mafia man's woman, it's an act of war. They have never been concerned with hurting the innocent to access those responsible. If I find out that they have hurt her or raped her, then I will kill them with my bare hands. Something on the way away from me she has changed and not for the better. Her eyes don't hold that twinkle they once had. The only time I saw her show any emotion at all when we talked to each other, was when she talked about our sons. And that was a brief moment.

    She's broken down, and I'm probably responsible for that. How am I ever going to make her forgive me? I have to meet our boys and see her when she's not at work. With my own eyes, I have to see her for who she really is. The gentle and fragile girl I fell in love with, that person she is no longer. This woman is rock hard and tough, she can take care of herself. But I don't want her to have to take care of herself or the boys alone, she has me. She's had me all along without knowing it. It's my fault her life got harder than it had to be, and she still doesn't know about it...