Sins Of The Father
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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
12,357
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pipers POV
Piper’s Point of View
My family has always been the center of my life since I could remember. I guess that’s why getting married and creating a family of my own was always so important to me. It started the day that I met him, Leo, my husband and father of my two boys. Even though it stated out rough and extremely difficult it turned out pretty good in the end, but now I don’t know what to think about my husband or our marriage.
I guess the most noticeable change came on the day of my son’s fifteenth birthday. When my little boy came down stairs on his special day my heart skipped a beat. He looked at me with those emerald green eyes and that beautiful smile as he leaned his head to one side and I saw the heroic young man that had left me so long ago.
I smiled back at my baby boy and wished him a happy birthday as I wrapped my arms around him and held on to him tightly. He squirmed a little in my grasp signaling that I was holding on to him for a little too long so I released my grip on my son and allowed him to go join his brother in the next room as I continued setting up for his party later on that evening, and that’s when I first saw it.
My husband was looking at our son in a way that a parent should never look at their child. Instead of the loving and amused glances he would send our boy’s way he was now giving him looks of lust and longing, but not wanting to believe my eyes I ignored it. As the day went on I noticed that he kept staring at him and following him from room to room and touching him every chance he got and again I ignored it and just figured that Leo was happy to see the boy that he lost in our son so I didn’t think much of it.
Over the next several weeks the relationship between the two went in a completely different direction. At first Leo would conveniently miss a sports event or forget that he and Chris were supposed to spend that particular day together. Next thing I knew he wouldn’t even respond to our sons call unless one of us was hurt and all the while I couldn’t help but think about the other Chris and what he said about his father not being there for him so I took it upon myself to have a little chat with my husband one night.
I told how badly he was hurting our youngest child but all he did was tell me that I was paranoid and that he had other obligations right now. He then kissed me and promised to make it up to our son by taking him out to dinner the next night. Satisfied with the answer I decided to let it go.
The next day I told Chris about what his father said and he seemed to perk up instantly, happy that his father would be spending some time with him once again so to say that I was pissed when Leo didn’t show up would be an understatement.
Chris waited until eleven o’clock that night for his father to show up. The devastated look on my son’s face broke my heart in two. I tried to console him that night but all he would do is tell me that he was ok and that his Dad was probably busy with a charge and just couldn’t make it. At that moment I grew to hate my husband and that night I gave him a major piece of my mind and I guess the part that disturbs me the most was that he never really gave me an explanation. He simply apologized to both me and Chris and left it at that.
About a week later I noticed a tremendous change in my son’s behavior. My normally happy, confidante, talkative, popular, and magically obsessed little boy became depressed and withdrew from his family, friends and football which he loved so much.
When I tried to talk to him about it he would shut down and claim everything was fine and that I shouldn’t worry so much about him. That’s when I knew something was definitely wrong because the old Chris, the one with so many problems, the one who had dealt with so much pain would have answered me the exact same way.
One day I sat with him in his room trying desperately to get an answer out of him. “Come on baby you can tell me anything” I said to him. “Mom please, just drop it” he said looking down at the floor or any where else instead of looking me in the eye. “Is it your father?” I asked and that’s when my son lost it.
“DON’T YOU DARE BRING HIM UP!” he screamed as he jumped to his feet. I guess he noticed the look on my face because he immediately started apologizing. “I’m sorry Mom I didn’t mean to yell at you” the said moving to sit beside me again.
“Dad didn’t do anything wrong. I swear” he said sounding as if he were trying to convince himself. “Chris, did your father say or do something to you” I asked not liking the vibes I was receiving from my son. “No” he answered in a soft tone as he gripped the comforter that was spread across his bed.
This action worried me. It was if he were trying not to say something or maybe he was trying to get a memory or image out of his head the thought of any of those things frightened me. I mean my husband would never hurt one of our children physically or emotionally, or would he?
One night I thought I heard Chris cry out in pain. When I went to check on him I could hear my husbands muffled voice but I couldn’t make anything out. So I assumed that the two of them were finally working through their problems and I would get the story from Chris the second that Leo was gone.
About an hour later I went to check on my son and what I found has been weighing heavy on my conscious every since. My son was laying in bed naked and sobbing heavily. As I walked closer to him tears started to fall from my eyes and my body started to tremble. “Chris?” I spoke softly making sure not to set him off.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” I said hoping that he had just chosen to sleep that way but the death grip he had on his sheets told me different. “You shouldn’t be in here” he replied. “Baby please, tell me what happened” “I said nothing, now would you please just leave me alone. Please Mom, just go away”
There was no way in hell that I was just going to leave this alone. Deciding that it was best for the sanity of my child, I did as he asked and went back to my room where I cried for a while in shock and disbelief.
How could my husband, the angel do such a thing, to his own son none the less. I tried hard to think of many different possibilities and explanations for the sense that I just witnessed but I only came back to one painful conclusion, that my husband was a monster and soon he would pay for hurting my little boy, even if I had to kill him myself.
My family has always been the center of my life since I could remember. I guess that’s why getting married and creating a family of my own was always so important to me. It started the day that I met him, Leo, my husband and father of my two boys. Even though it stated out rough and extremely difficult it turned out pretty good in the end, but now I don’t know what to think about my husband or our marriage.
I guess the most noticeable change came on the day of my son’s fifteenth birthday. When my little boy came down stairs on his special day my heart skipped a beat. He looked at me with those emerald green eyes and that beautiful smile as he leaned his head to one side and I saw the heroic young man that had left me so long ago.
I smiled back at my baby boy and wished him a happy birthday as I wrapped my arms around him and held on to him tightly. He squirmed a little in my grasp signaling that I was holding on to him for a little too long so I released my grip on my son and allowed him to go join his brother in the next room as I continued setting up for his party later on that evening, and that’s when I first saw it.
My husband was looking at our son in a way that a parent should never look at their child. Instead of the loving and amused glances he would send our boy’s way he was now giving him looks of lust and longing, but not wanting to believe my eyes I ignored it. As the day went on I noticed that he kept staring at him and following him from room to room and touching him every chance he got and again I ignored it and just figured that Leo was happy to see the boy that he lost in our son so I didn’t think much of it.
Over the next several weeks the relationship between the two went in a completely different direction. At first Leo would conveniently miss a sports event or forget that he and Chris were supposed to spend that particular day together. Next thing I knew he wouldn’t even respond to our sons call unless one of us was hurt and all the while I couldn’t help but think about the other Chris and what he said about his father not being there for him so I took it upon myself to have a little chat with my husband one night.
I told how badly he was hurting our youngest child but all he did was tell me that I was paranoid and that he had other obligations right now. He then kissed me and promised to make it up to our son by taking him out to dinner the next night. Satisfied with the answer I decided to let it go.
The next day I told Chris about what his father said and he seemed to perk up instantly, happy that his father would be spending some time with him once again so to say that I was pissed when Leo didn’t show up would be an understatement.
Chris waited until eleven o’clock that night for his father to show up. The devastated look on my son’s face broke my heart in two. I tried to console him that night but all he would do is tell me that he was ok and that his Dad was probably busy with a charge and just couldn’t make it. At that moment I grew to hate my husband and that night I gave him a major piece of my mind and I guess the part that disturbs me the most was that he never really gave me an explanation. He simply apologized to both me and Chris and left it at that.
About a week later I noticed a tremendous change in my son’s behavior. My normally happy, confidante, talkative, popular, and magically obsessed little boy became depressed and withdrew from his family, friends and football which he loved so much.
When I tried to talk to him about it he would shut down and claim everything was fine and that I shouldn’t worry so much about him. That’s when I knew something was definitely wrong because the old Chris, the one with so many problems, the one who had dealt with so much pain would have answered me the exact same way.
One day I sat with him in his room trying desperately to get an answer out of him. “Come on baby you can tell me anything” I said to him. “Mom please, just drop it” he said looking down at the floor or any where else instead of looking me in the eye. “Is it your father?” I asked and that’s when my son lost it.
“DON’T YOU DARE BRING HIM UP!” he screamed as he jumped to his feet. I guess he noticed the look on my face because he immediately started apologizing. “I’m sorry Mom I didn’t mean to yell at you” the said moving to sit beside me again.
“Dad didn’t do anything wrong. I swear” he said sounding as if he were trying to convince himself. “Chris, did your father say or do something to you” I asked not liking the vibes I was receiving from my son. “No” he answered in a soft tone as he gripped the comforter that was spread across his bed.
This action worried me. It was if he were trying not to say something or maybe he was trying to get a memory or image out of his head the thought of any of those things frightened me. I mean my husband would never hurt one of our children physically or emotionally, or would he?
One night I thought I heard Chris cry out in pain. When I went to check on him I could hear my husbands muffled voice but I couldn’t make anything out. So I assumed that the two of them were finally working through their problems and I would get the story from Chris the second that Leo was gone.
About an hour later I went to check on my son and what I found has been weighing heavy on my conscious every since. My son was laying in bed naked and sobbing heavily. As I walked closer to him tears started to fall from my eyes and my body started to tremble. “Chris?” I spoke softly making sure not to set him off.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” I said hoping that he had just chosen to sleep that way but the death grip he had on his sheets told me different. “You shouldn’t be in here” he replied. “Baby please, tell me what happened” “I said nothing, now would you please just leave me alone. Please Mom, just go away”
There was no way in hell that I was just going to leave this alone. Deciding that it was best for the sanity of my child, I did as he asked and went back to my room where I cried for a while in shock and disbelief.
How could my husband, the angel do such a thing, to his own son none the less. I tried hard to think of many different possibilities and explanations for the sense that I just witnessed but I only came back to one painful conclusion, that my husband was a monster and soon he would pay for hurting my little boy, even if I had to kill him myself.