What About Damon?

"What about Damon?" Martin asked curiously as he took a sip from the glass of water on the desk of his study.

"Have you noticed he seems to be set back again?" I wanted to know if Martin had picked up on the same thing I had.

He nodded. "I did. But every time I try to bring it up to him he claims he can't talk because of business matters."

I let out a small sigh. "I found out from Dr. Henrie that he stopped taking the medication and he hasn't gone on with therapy."

"Are you serious?" There was a hint of irritation in Martin's voice. I knew it wasn't at me, it was more towards Damon. "How could he do such a thing?!"

"I don't know. I have been feeling like something is off but every time I began to get the courage to ask he seemed to be himself again. I had no idea about this until today." I responded.

Martin stood up from his chair and began to pace the room. "I can't believe he would be so damn selfish! He's putting you and the children at risk!"

"I know." I agreed.

Martin looked at me with a face full of concern. "Kaydence I know you love him but it doesn't feel right to keep you and the children in the house until he can get himself straightened out. I want you to bring them and yourself over here immediately, I think he will have to learn his lesson the hard way this time." Martin's words were not a suggestion, it was more like an order for what he wanted done.

"I completely get where you're coming from. But we have to go about it in a better way than me just taking the children and not being there when he comes home. It might set him off and he could go too far." I understood Martin's concern but we needed to be smart about this.

He may have lied but I didn't want him to do something he would regret. I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt here. Maybe something had triggered him to quit. I wanted to get to the bottom of this and I felt like it was better to do it together rather than apart.

"So what are you suggesting then?" Martin asked.

"I will bring the children here. I have no problem doing that, but-" I paused. "But, I will be returning home tonight. I want to see if I can get him to admit to it on his own. If he doesn't then I will tell him everything I found out and see what his response is."

"Kaydence, Damon can be quite scary on a normal day. I worry that this might set him off and he might harm you." Martin's concern was all over his face again.

"I don't think he would stoop that loq. I know my husband well at this point." I began to reason with Martin. "He's never laid a hand on me maliciously, I have faith he wouldn't start now. I need to do it this way. I'm his wife, he's still just suffering mentally but I need to be by his side."

Martin nodded. "Will you at least let me place a guard nearby you? That way if anything does happen can be dealt with quickly."

"That would be fine." I agreed.

"If you feel you are in any trouble, call immediately." Martin gave me a serious look.

"I will." I promised. I knew he felt like he was taking a chance by letting me go, I couldn't make him regret it.

I finished talking with Martin and headed back to my car. I started it up and began to make the drive home. The plan was to load the kids up in the car and come right back here. Once Martin had the kids I would return to the mansion and wait for Damon to come home. Then it would be time to sit down and talk with him.

I could feel myself become a mix of nervous and anxious. I truly believed he wouldn't hurt me, physically. I knew however though that the chances of us yelling at one another was high. He was going to hate that I went behind his back to get the information but I hated that he kept it from me in the first place. He was the one in the wrong.

I pulled into the garage and entered inside. "Mommy!" Sterling smiled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I gave him a smile in return. "How would you like a sleep over with grandpa tonight?"

Sterling's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes!"

"Good. Go get your things, you might get to stay there for a few days." I instructed.

He nodded and ran upstairs. My mother approached with Scarlett in her arms. She had a look of confusion on her face. "Why a few days?" She asked.

I let out a sigh. "It's a long story and I don't have much time. Follow me."

She nodded and followed along as I went into Scarlett's room to gather her things. I proceeded to keep my voice down as I explained everything I had found out for the second time today. She gave me her full attention as she listened. She nodded here and there but didn't interrupt as we both knew it as a matter of time before Sterling was going to join us in the room.

"Wow." It was the only thing that came out of her mouth once I was finished up.

"Yeah. It's bad mom." I responded.

Sterling entered into Scarlett's room which put any further talk of the conversation on a halt. "I'm ready!" He held up his bag.

"Good." I gave him the best smile I could right now. I didn't want him to sense how stressed out I was.

"I can take Jet so you don't have to worry about him either." My mother offered. She enjoyed the german shepherd almost as much as Sterling did.

"That would be great." I nodded. It gave me one less thing to worry about tonight.

My mother helped me pack up the children and then we left the house and went our separate ways. I headed directly back to Martin's and helped take the kids inside. The concerned look remained on his face. I could tell he was also hesitant to let me leave back home.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked as he walked me out to the car.

"Yes." I reassured him once more.

Martin pulled me into a hug. It was clear he was anxious himself about this whole situation. "Remember, if anything happens to call. Post traumatic stress disorder can make people do some crazy things."

"I will. I promise." I responded.

Martin let me go and I got back into the car. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I looked at the clock. It was four-thirty which meant I didn't have a lot of time to prepare myself. Damon always tried to be home by five and when he couldn't he would let me know.

A million thoughts went through my mind as I drove. How should I approach him? What if he does react badly? Unfortunately I wouldn't know until he walked in the door.