Incest/Taboo A Family Destroyed

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6 years after Simon sundered his family...

"Mr. Winters?" a strange female voice came over the line.

"Yes, this is he, who may I ask is calling," Simon said politely, as he sat at his kitchen table enjoying his large breakfast on his day off. His chocolate brown hair cut high and tight foretelling his time in the military. His eyes glanced over to his framed metals his grandmother had gotten made for him while he recuperated. Pride swelled in his chest as he looked upon the silver star he had earned along with the purple heart. Along with the few other medals he had earned. His hand reached underneath the table as the pain throbbed in his left leg.

They were able to save his leg, yet sometimes he thought it would have been better that they didn't. With sixty percent of his muscle mass in his calf had to be removed due to the remote nature of the operation; and the tourniquet that kept him from bleeding out. He was willing to pay the price knowing he had saved his team member. However, the doctors didn't tell him of the constant pain he be in due to the lost. Still he was able to hold off the attackers while he and his buddy waited for backup. Simon knew if they got their hands on her, nothing they did to him would compare what they would have done to her. That brave act ended his career in the infantry.

"My name is Mrs. Lawless, and I was retained by your grandmother. I'm sorry to inform you, as per her will upon her death, that she wanted you to be informed of her passing." Simon's fork fell from fingers clinging on his plate. He tried to see her as much as he could. He knew her health had turned in the past few months. Yet he hoped she could shake it. "Mr. Winters also per her will I'm to inform you of her final wishes. As to the matter of her estate she has left it all to you. I know this is a difficult time for you, however, in order to ensure her wishes are respected in a timely fashion. I'd would like to see you in my office say in three days time at nine o'clock, would that be acceptable to you Mr. Winters?"

"Yes," Simon said trying to keep his voice steady.

"I'll see you on Thursday morning, again my condolences for your lost." Samuel's phone fell from his grasp. Sliding his plate away his appetite gone. His lip trembled, hot tears reamed his eyes. His grandmother's beautiful smile flashing before him when he first woke up in the hospital. Her encouraging words as she stayed with him during his physical therapy. Some very tough love when he felt like giving up. Reaching for his cane, wiping away his tears, standing in front of the frame his grandmother presented to him when he finish his rehabilitation. Taking it off the wall, walking slowly to his bedroom, he knew he could do one last thing for his grandmother. Something she had always asked him to do, yet he never would given memories associated with it. Gently placing the frame on his bed. Wincing as he put his full weight on his left leg. Opening his closet door, pushing aside his clothes, his brown eyes falling on the blue carrying bag that held his dress uniforms. It might not be the proper thing to do. However, he knew it would please his grandmother, if it irked some veterans he'll deal with it.

Laying the bag long ways on his bed. Turning back to his closest, standing on his toes ignoring the pain as he reached for the hat box that contained his service cap. Bowing off the dust, his hand swapping across the lid. Using his cane to drag his duffle bag out from the closet. Simon had some packing to do, and his boss to inform of his absence. Closing the lid of his trunk, placing his labtop bag on the front seat of his car. Technically, he didn't have to actually work at the office. Being a cyber security technician he could easily work over the web. Which he did quite a bit when his leg hurt to much to hurdle the steps of his apartment complex. Opening the rear passenger side door, unzipping the bag as it hung on the hook. Sniffing the fabric to see if it hadn't grown musty in the years' of its hibernation. Scowling when he closed the bag. Well, he knew of a dry cleaning place in his old home town, if it was still there.

Opening his pain medication bottle, swallowing two pills to endure the eight hour long drive. Sighing when the last four pills rattled in the bottle. Pulling out his phone, calling his VA doctor to see if they could make him an appointment with one of the Choice program doctors in his hometown to get a refill. Simon wasn't about to drive an extra two hours to the VA just for a refill. Pulling out a pen and paper while he sat in his car waiting for his doctor to get back to him. After twenty minutes of tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Nodding as he wrote down the name, time, and address to the doctors office. Oddly, Simon knew actually where the place was. It used to be his families doctor when he actually had one before they betrayed him. Samuel wondered if old Doc Howard still ran the place, as he started his car.

Pulling into the parking lot of the local motel six. Looking at the clock as he shut off the engine. He hoped he could get a room at 10:30 at night. Reaching over for his cane, as his car door swung open. He always got looks whenever he went out. They don't expect to see a vibrant twenty-four-year-old man walking with a cane. Not that he could blame them. He wasn't expecting to be walking with the aid of a cane either. The lobby of the motel was like any other multi-chain business. In that dull drab beige color kind of welcoming. Simon asked if there were any ground floor rooms available. The receptionist nodded their was, handing her his card paying for the room for the week. He didn't know if he be staying longer or not. He'll have to decide that after he meets with his grandmother's lawyer.

Simon limped into the law of office of Patterson and Patterson at 8:50 on Thursday morning. His dry cleaning should be done by the time he left his grandmother's lawyer office. Then he needed to visit the doctor for his refill. Walking over to the chairs as the secretary called Mrs. Lawless of his arrival. His hands rested on top of his cane. Recounting the years' of joy and the heartache they shared. Simon didn't hear the door opening from the down the hall, nor did he hear the woman approaching him.

"Mr. Winters?" asked a strawberry blonde, freckled, teardrop face woman asked eyeing the dark stained walnut cane. Her wire frame glasses sat high on her nose. Her dark suit jacket was held taut by the single top button. Her cream silk blouse highlighted her alabaster skin as it showed half an inch of the cleavage of her breasts. Her corresponding skirt clung tightly to her hips, her heels accentuated her attire, while lifting her pear shaped ass. Simon's eyes ran up her pale white pantyhose, wondering if they were true pantyhose or stockings? Ignoring the pain as he used his right hand to push him out of his seat.

"Yes," Simon said, keeping the pain that was radiating up his leg from his face.

"Thank you four coming," Mrs. Lawless said extending her hand. As she shook his hand she noticed two things: one it was firm and strong, the second one was she could feel the slight trembling. "Why don't we go to my office," she said, gesturing for Simon to follow. "Can I get you anything?" she asked noticing how he rubbed his left leg as if it pained him terribly, as he sat in the chair before her desk.

"You wouldn't have any aspirin would you?"

"Certainly," she said, pulling open her desk drawer, reaching into mini frig for a small bottle of water. "Here I hope this helps."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Now," Mrs. Lawless said lowering herself into her chair, "Your grandmother made a video will for you. Would you like to watch it?"

"Yes," Simon nodded somberly. Mrs. Lawless clicked the power button of the remote as she aimed it over her shoulder.

"Okay, grandma, that should do it. You sure you don't want me to stay?" Amy's voice could be heard from behind the camera.

"I'm quite sure," Judy said with a curt nod. Simon watched the shadow walking away as it moved across the couch. Her oxygen tanks sat off to the side, its clear plastic hose ran along the couch before running up her chest. Hooking behind her ears, and clipped to her seprum of her nose. "Hello my sweet boy, if you're watching this it means I'm dead. Don't be sad sweetheart. I had a good life. I don't regret... well I do regret what happened six years ago. But I don't regret you showing me the truth about Philip. Though I was saddened that he would toss away years' of marriage like that," Judy sighed, "Yet I've had time to think long and hard on the matter. I saw my family torn apart. Cast to the wind to save what they could. I don't blame you Simon. They brought that upon themselves.

But sweetheart it's time to come home. Your family has missed you so very desperately. This is why I've left everything to you. On the condition that you must live within this very house for five years. Mrs. Lawless will check in every month to ensure you are adhering to my wishes. Each month that you are within this house a check will be handed to you. Of the interest of the wealth I have amassed throughout my life. Trust me Simon it's not something one can easily walk away from. At the end of the five years, and if you are still within this house. Then you my sweet grandson shall have full access to my one hundred and fifty million dollar fortune. However, as I would never push you into this. If you chose to forego my will then all my assets will be given to charity. Although I would hope that you my brave solider would honor my last wishes," Judy said, smiling sweetly one last time at her grandson. "Mrs. Lawless if you would hand my heir the sealed envelop. Oh and, Simon, we will see each other again never doubt that."

Simon was on the verge of tears as the screen froze. He didn't see the illness that took her life. All he saw on that frozen screen was the smiling face of his loving grandmother. He knew he had to honor her last request. It was the least he could do for everything she had done for him. Whatever happens next he'll deal with it as the best he could. He wasn't about to disappoint her at least not in this.

"Mr. Winters," Mrs. Lawless holding out the sealed envelop. Simon tentatively reached out taking the envelop in hand. "How does the first of every month sound to you? Say eight o'clock at night?"

"T-t-that should be fine," Simon said softly, his fingers ran along the edges of the rectangle brown envelop. He could hear keys clinking against plastic.

"Again my sincerest condolences, Ms. Atwater was a very sweet lady," Mrs Lawless said shaking Simon's hand, softly placing her left hand on his arm.

"Yes, she was."

Simon rushed across town it took the dry cleaners longer than he thought it would to find his uniform. Hurriedly pulling into the parking lot, he needed the refill. The aspirin he had taken earlier did nothing to dull the pain. Yet in his rush he failed to see the car he used to know all to well. The nurse's brunette hair bounced as she wrote down notes in a patients file as Simon walked up to the counter.

"Yes, how can I help you?" the woman said as she updated the file without looking up at Simon.

"Yes, I have an appointment to see Dr. Campbell. I'm with the Choice program the VA referred me to this clinic while I'm in town," Samuel said politely as he looked at the clock.

"May I please see your military ID and your Choice card?" she asked holding up her hand. Taking out his wallet from his back pocket. Placing the items into her hand, closing the file was she brought the items down to her gaze.

"Simon!" Amy gasped. Her head shot up like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes going wide as looked upon her brother. "Simon!" she shouted jumping from her seat. Reaching across the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling Simon into a crushing hug. "What are you doing here?!"

"Told you I have an appointment," Simon said in a plain matter-of-fact manor as he patted her arm. Ignoring the pain in his leg from the sudden jerk. He had smothered his hate for them long ago. When your laying on the battlefield a hair's breath away from dying such things seemed trivial to him. Although that didn't necessarily mean he had forgotten what they had done either.

"Oh?!" Amy said, looking down at the appointment book seeing the Choice ID penciled in for the time.

"Amy? Is that solider the VA referred here, here yet?" Dr. Campbell asked as she walked down the hall, leaning over the counter placing her last patient file in the payment box.

"Yes Dr? I was just writing him in," Amy said turning to speak to the doctor. Samuel's eyes instinctively ran down his sister's back noticing how she hadn't changed in six years.

"Good. Take him to exam room two while I pull up his VA medical file," Dr. Campbell nodded before walking back to her rear office.

"If you follow me Simon," Amy said blushing. There was so many questions she wanted to ask him. Yet as he rounded the nurses station her eyes went wide as she starred at his cane. "Si..."

"Don't," Simon said darkly.

"Alright," Amy said bowing her head, pressing the new patient file to her chest. It was mandatory for all new patients so they would have their own file with their own observations should the patient chose to make them their primary health care. "This way Simon," she said leading Simon down the hall occasionally glancing back at him. Those eyes of his weren't the same from the boy she once knew. They way he carried himself, she knew he had confidence in himself. If it wasn't for the cane Simon would be walking head tall, shoulders squared, chest out.

"Amy? Would you mind doing the workup? I have to take this call," Dr. Campbell asked as they passed her office.

"Not a problem," Amy said, keeping her smile to herself knowing she'd have more time with Simon. "Please, if you would," she said stepping to the side, gesturing for Simon to enter.

"Please, disrope," Amy said.

"Why I only need a refill on my medication?"

"Simon, you're smarter than that, little brother," Amy said closing the door, resting her back against the door as Simon turned to look at her while putting his weight on his cane. "Did you honestly believe we would write a pain script without doing our own examination on another doctors word?" she asked shaking her head. "Now if you would please disrobe and put on the gown," Amy said, placing the blueish-green paper gown on the examination table. "Then we can see to it that you get the medication you need."

"Then aren't you going to leave?" Simon asked arcing an eyebrow.

"Nope!" Amy said smiling broadly, "I've seen you naked remember?" Biting her lip remembering when she had first seen that hard, thick, veiny cock of his. To this day it still made her mound quake in anticipation.

"Alright, you might not like what you see," Simon said, his anxiety of disrobing in front of people was quickly ended his first day of boot camp. Placing his cane against the examination table, balancing on his right leg as he took off his shirt.

"Oh my!" Amy had to keep herself from moaning out loud as her eyes ran down Simon's cut, chiseled chest. "Would you like to use the chair?" she asked seeing how his left foot hung a few inches above the floor.

"If you don't mind," Simon said, over his shoulder as his hands unbuckled his belt.

"Here," Amy said, patting the back of the chair.

"So..." Simon said, blowing out a breathe glad to take the weight off his left leg as lowered himself into the chair. "Why are you doing the work up isn't that like the doctor's job?"

"I'm a NP, Simon," Amy said, stifling her giggle at his perplexed look. "It stands for Nurse Practioner, Simon. I do most of what a doctor does, I just can't write prescriptions in this state," she said, opening up the folder thinking it best to get started on the questionaire. "Have you been outside the country in the past ten years? If so, where?"

"Iraq, Afghanistan, Germany," Simon said matter-of-fact, slipping of his shoe off of his left foot.

"Were you vaccinated before you went there?" Amy asked praying it wasn't for what she thought it was that was currently running around in her head.

"Yes."

"Any allergies? Seizers? Concussion? Mental disorders?"

"Really sis?" Simon asked arching an eyebrow as he looked up.

"I have to asked Simon."

"No, no, had one took weeks to get the ringing out of my ears, and no mental disorders," Simon said, tossing his shoes over to the examination table. Amy watched as her brother favored his right side as he got out of the chair. She could see the pain in his eyes as he rose. How she wanted to reach out and help him. Yet she knew he would just brush her off.

"When was this concussion?" Amy asked her heart was breaking as she watched him limp to the examination table.

"Four years ago," Simon said matter-of-fact.

"What was the cause?"

"Do you really need to know?" Simon asked skeptical of the line of questioning.

"It's on the form, see!" Amy said, flashing the form in front of him.

"It was..." Simon sighed, "A road side bomb." Amy fought herself from gasping in horror. She need to be professional. She needed to get through the questionnaire. Quickly writing down his information, she wondered how he would answer the next question.

"Are you sexually active?" Amy asked praying he wasn't.

"That can't possibly be on there?!" Simon asked flabbergasted as his hand hovered over the button of his pants.

"See!" Amy said stepping beside her brother. Pointing to the question feeling his body heat soaked into her.

"Christ!" Simon said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well?" Amy asked eager to hear the answer.

"No," Simon sighed heavily.

"When was the last time you were sexually active? Was it six months ago?"

"No."

"A year?" Amy kept her smirk from showing from her brother's groan.

"Three and a half years, alright!" Simon growled knowing his sister was getting pleasure out of making him embarrassed.

"That long, huh?" Amy said, her tongue flicking against her teeth.

"Amy!"

"What?! It's just odd that an attractive man isn't sexually active is all," Amy said, setting her folder down behind him. "Now why don't you get those pants off while I listen to your chest."

"How long have you been waiting to use that line?" Simon asked hoping onto the table, slipping his right leg out of his pants. Crossing his left wondering if she was prepared to witness what remained of his leg.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Amy whispered into his ear. "Oh my god! What happened to you?!" she asked as Simon pulled off his left pants leg. Tossing down her stethoscope onto the folder. Moving in front of her brother, listening to the sound of his pants falling onto the table. "Simon? Tell me what happened to you?" Amy asked her eyes moistening as she examined what remained of his calf. She knew whichever doctor worked on him did the very best to restore some function of the lower leg. Yet as her fingers trailed down the grizzly wound she knew that amount of muscle loss Simon must be in extreme pain.

"I was lucky. My teammate got it a lot worst than I did," Simon siad, flashes of that firefight roared in the back of his mind.

"But how?!"

"Road side bomb," Simon said, looking in his sister's eyes telling that was all he was going to say about it.

"Okay, Simon, I won't push," Amy said squeezing his hand, "But maybe someday you'll tell me," she said sweetly. "Now let's finish this exam shall we," Amy said, fighting herself from taking Simon into her arms.

"Are we all done?" Dr. Campbell asked walking into the room.

"Yes doctor," Amy said placing her stethoscope around her neck.

"I see, you're on percocet 10/325. That's a very high dose are you sure you need to be on it?" Campbell asked not looking up from the medical file she printed out.

"She's joking with me right?" Simon asked looking over at his sister. The paper gown crinkling as he moved.

"No, Mr. Winters I am..." the doctor said finally looking up from the file. When she read that most of the calf muscle had been removed she thought the military was pulling one over her. The wheels popped over the grout as Dr. Campbell scouted towards him. "Can you rotate your foot for me?" she asked placing the heel of his foot in the palm of her hand. Her eyes watching the movement of what remained of his muscles. Seeing the ligaments moving underneath the skin. "Can you wiggle your toes for me?" she asked watching those five little piggies moved about. "So Mr. Winters any relation to our nurse here?" she asked to keep his mind occupied as she examined his leg more closely.

"He's my little brother," Amy said softly. She couldn't believe her brother was living with that. "So much pain. Why didn't he ever contact us about it? Why did he have to stay away for so long?" she asked herself.

"Oh?! You must be proud of him then? It must be nice having your brother around?

"I wouldn't know, this is the first time I've seen him in six years," Amy said with a pointed look.

"That's not good, you shouldn't be estranged from your own family," the doctor said in a tsk tsk voice, "Especially, with your leg in such a state. It must be hard for you standing on this leg."

"Yes," Simon nodding, "Sometimes I can feel my calf twitching, but then I remember I don't have much of one anymore," he chuckled darkly.

"I understand," the doctor said. Glancing up as Simon winced painfully as her fingers skimmed over a exposed nerve cluster. "Sorry. How many percocet do you take in day?"

"Six, sometimes eight given the pain," Simon said, feeling his sister's eyes on him.

"Hmm... I'm going to write you a script for a nerve blocker. Hopefully, it will decrease your need for the percocet and help ease the pain when the pain medication wears off," Dr. Campbell said, pulling her prescription pad from her coat packet. Flipping through his file making sure she gave him the correct amount. "Now Methocarbamol is a muscle relaxer, yet works really well as a nerve blocker. Strictly follow it's instructions, it's very easy to overdose on it, alright?" she said ripping the two prescriptions from the pad. "Amy, if you be so kind as to run this over to the pharmacy next door."

"Sure thing," Amy said with a nod. Looking back at her brother as she left the room.

"Well, Mr. Winters if the Methocarbamol doesn't work, or if you experience any side effects please don't hesitate to come back in. Just ask for me any time and I'll make sure your seen as quickly as possible," Dr. Campbell said patting his arm. "I'll leave you be while you get dressed."

"Simon?" Amy said sticking her head into the room. Watching his t-shirt cascading down his back before reaching for his cane.

"Yeah?"

"I have your medication," Amy said, walking up behind him placing the bag in front of him. "Are you here for grandma's funeral?"

"Yes," Simon said somberly. His body stilled, his muscles tensed as his sister's arms wrapped around him.

"Please, just let me hold you for a bit," Amy whispered burying her face into his back. Her mind was in a confused state of flux. It couldn't decided on to silently cry for the lost of their grandmother, or to salivate as her hands rested on his hard muscles. "Are you going to be there for the wake, or just the funeral?"

"Both," Simon said patting her hand.

Amy's eyes darted about knowing that Simon wasn't leaving town for a week. She wondered if she could get him to stay permanently to try and fix their relationship. If she could then maybe she could get to him to see her in a new light.

"Okay, if you like I can pick you up and drive you to it? I really don't want you driving on those pills," Amy said hugging him close.

"Alright," Simon said, popping two pills into his mouth. He knew he could drive on straight percocet, yet the new drug he would have to wait and see how the two interacted.

"Good. Now I have a few hours left of work, how about I take you out for dinner? When I'm done that is," Amy said, her hands brushing lightly along his shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes," she giggled as his stomach rumbled. "I'll walk you to your car," Amy said not taking no for an answer.

"Simon, what's this?" Amy asked as she picked up the brown envelop that sat on the passenger seat.

"Just something grandmas lawyer gave to me," Simon said offhandedly.

"But why?"

"Umm..." Simon said scratching his chin, "Grandma, told her to give it to me at the end of her video will." He didn't know how they would take the news that she had left him everything. He wasn't that sadistic.

"What?!" Amy asked sliding into his car. "When was this?! Why weren't we informed?"

Sighing loudly as he rubbed his forehead, "I don't know why you weren't informed of the reading, Amy. All I know, I got a call three days ago about grandma's death, and to met her lawyer this morning."

"And how long have you been in town?" Amy asked tempted to open the envelop.

"Since Monday night."

"What?!" Amy's head snapped towards him. "Are you telling me," she said taking a deep breath, "That you have been in town for two whole days, and you don't bother to come by and say hello?" Amy threw the envelop in his face as he nodded. Slamming his car door shut. "You're a fucking asshole!" she yelled at him as she stomped towards the entrance of the clinic. "Two fucking days and not a peep! Fuck you Simon!"

Looking down at the envelop as it laid in his lap. Breaking the seal, tilting the it upwards spilling the contents into his hand. Simon arched an eyebrow as a pair of keys, and a CDR-DVD that greeted him. He knew what the keys were for, yet the DVD perplexed him. Looking into his rearview mirror as he sat at the exit to the clinic's parking lot. Simon saw his sister standing behind the glass door chewing on her nail. Thinking it better that he just leave. Simon sped down the road to the motel. He needed to check out and gather his things. He wasn't about to disobey his grandmother's wish.

Pulling into the driveway of his grandmother's... his new house. Simon had to get use to calling it that. He was going to be spending a lot of time within that house. The Art Deco columns sported a new fresh coat of white paint. The greyish-black asphalt shingle looked new as he looked to the roof and the wrapping around porch roof. The fragrance of his grandmother's flower garden drifted on the breeze as Simon stepped onto the porch. A sad smile graced his lips knowing nothing had changed since the last time he was there.

The front door softly closed behind him. His cane thumped along the hardwood floor as he surveyed the living room. The pharmacy bag bumping against his leg as he walked to the kitchen. His hand ran over the cabinet doors remembering his youth. Running in and out of the house being chased by his older sister. His grandmother's voice yelling at them to not run through her house. The birthday parties they all had once shared. The Christmas dinners that brought everyone to her house. Then he heard the soft weeping from down the hall.

"Amy is that you?" Simon's froze in his tracks at the sound of his mother's voice. "Baby, I know you're worried, but I'm alright..." Pamela's mouth hung agape, her eyes widening, her tissue falling from her hand as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Simon?!" she asked skeptically unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her or not. "Baby?! Is that truly you standing there?" Pamela asked her voice quivering, her lip trembled, as she looked upon the man that stood in her mother's kitchen.

"Yeah," Simon said, setting down the pharmacy bag and envelope on the counter.

Tentatively, his mother took a step then another, her left hand ran along the counter while her right reached out. Poking his arm a few times, "Oh Simon!" Pamela cried out wrapping her son in a hug. "Oh, my sweet boy your finally home," she said crying happily as she stroked his hair.

"Hello mother," Simon said patting her back.

"Let me have a look at you," Pamela said, wiping away the tears from her eyes. Her hands ran down his face she always knew he would be a handsome man. To his shoulders noting the strength he carried. Down his arms feeling the honed muscles underneath her hands. "Son, why do you need a cane?" Pamela turned her head as she heard her phone ringing from the living room. "Don't you go anywhere! I want to know everything just let me answer this."

"Mom! You won't believe who showed up at the clinic!"

"Let me guess Simon," Pamela said, watching as her son headed towards the door.

"How did you know?"

"Because I'm looking at your brother right now," Pamela said, watching as Simon limped to his car.

"What?! Where are you?"

"At your grandmother's house," Pamela said plainly.

"Okay, keep him there, we need to have a talk with him about grandma's will."

"What? I thought she didn't have one!"

"Apparently, she did Mom, and Simon was the only one at the reading or told about it."

"Alright," Pamela said, watching how her son balanced on one leg.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Simon," Pamela called out as she stood on the steps of the porch, "Do you need help?"

"I wouldn't mind a hand," Simon said, setting the duffle bag onto the driveway. Placing the hat box on top of it then looping the strap of his laptop case over his head.

"I'll take this in then," Pamela said, bending down taking the hat box into her arm and grabbing hold of the straps of the bag. "Simon, while I'm glad you're here, why aren't you staying with us? You know we have room. I haven't changed your room since you left. I... always thought you'd come back," she said choking back a sob.

"Because Grandma left me her house," Simon said jingling the keys, "How do you think I got in?"

"She didn't!" Pamela gasped her mother knew how much she loved that house. Even Robert wanted it for himself if or when their parents passed on. "What else did my mother leave you?!" Pamela asked with bitterness in her voice.

Pinching his nose, Simon knew he would eventually have to answer that question. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, but later, right now I want to know why you're not using your left leg properly," Pamela said, her eyes going wide as Simon reached into his car pulling out his uniform. "Simon, you didn't?!"

"I did."

"But why?! Why the military!" Pamela said concerned about how ignored her son had become.

"Do you really want me to me to answer that?" Simon asked sighing to himself when he felt the drugs finally kicking in.

"No. No, I guess not," Pamela said her cheeks blushing. "You don't mind if I stay in mom's room until the funeral?"

"No," Simon said walking towards the door.

"Thank you Simon," Pamela said following after her son.

"She was your mom, Mom. Even I'm not that cold hearted," Simon said, as he draping his uniform across the back of the couch. Placing his laptop on the cushion. "Does this place have Internet?"

"You're kidding right? This is your grandmother we're talking about," Pamela chuckled.

"Right," Simon said creaking a smile.

"You always had a beautiful smile Simon," Pamela said sweetly, yet her eyes wouldn't leave his leg.

"I'm assuming she doesn't have cable either?" Simon asked surfing the net for the best cable and Internet packages. He needed the high end GB speeds for his work and a little for his entertainment.

"No," Pamela said biting her lip looking to the clock.

"Hello," Simon said, as he called one of the local cable companies. "Yes, I need cable and Internet install here. Yes, your highest data rate," he said walking down the hall. Peering into each room wondering which he was going to use. "Also I'll need your best high speed wireless router installed as well, and five outlets. Do I want digital cable? Hmm, sure why not, but only two boxes alright," Simon said, making up his mind on which room he be using. The one that over looked his grandmother's flower garden. "Yes, tomorrow afternoon will be fine," he said after giving the cable company the address.

"So already making changes to the house?" Pamela asked standing at the end of the hall.

"Need it for work," Simon said sliding his phone into his pocket. Walking into the room checking the bedding, while slight musty it wasn't going to stop him.

"Simon?" Pamela watched as her son winced painfully as he lowered himself onto the bed.

"Yeah," Simon said, rubbing his leg urging the pills to work faster.

"Would you like if we brought your old TV here, and place in this room?"

"Yeah, at least until I can pack up my apartment."

"Baby," Pamela said moving over to the bed. Lowering herself onto bed beside Simon. "Is there anything I can get you," she said placing her hand over his, "I can see you're in pain. There must be something I can do?"

"A new calf would be nice," Simon muttered.

"What?!"

"Nothing. I'm just waiting for the meds to kick in..." The front door squeaked as it opened.

"Mom!" Amy said looking around. Her eyes falling on the items on the couch. Wondering why they were there and not at their place where she thought he should be staying.

"Back here Amy!"

"You know..." Amy began to say, yet her anger melted away instantly when she saw the pain in his eyes.

"What is it Amy," Simon said in a tired sigh.

"I got some ointment that will help," Amy said, keeping what she was really going to say in the back of her mind.

"Oh?"

"It has a numbing agent in it. It help some until your pills fully kick in," Amy said, watching how his hand rubbed up and down his leg.

"Alright," Simon said, eager for anything that would dull the pain if for a short time.

"Give me one second," Amy said dashing back to the living room, "Can you roll up your pants leg high enough, or do you..." Amy smirked as Simon quickly rolled up his pants leg. Amy glanced over as their mother gasped in horror.

"Not a pretty sight is it Mom?" Simon asked glancing over at her.

"Oh baby!" Pamela's arms flew around his neck. Pulling Simon face first into her bosom. Instantly, Simon was aware his mother wasn't wearing a bra. "I don't care! You're home! That's all that maters now," Pamela said stroking his hair.

"You should feel the effects soon," Amy said, rubbing the cream into his skin. Smiling up at him as she saw his nod. "I'll leave the tube here in case you need it," she said, placing it on the nightstand.

"Now have you eaten yet?" Pamela asked watching Amy wiping her hands clean with a few Kleenexes.

"No."

"You know you're suppose to take your pills with food," Amy said disapprovingly.

"You didn't stop me earlier?"

"That's because I thought you have eaten," Amy said crossing her arms.

"Well, we can fix that," Pamela said, her hands slapping her thighs. "Amy, run home and get Simon's old TV, and the DVD player and a few movies. We have a lot to catch up on," she said resting her hand on Simon's leg.

"So... how have you been?" Pamela asked working feverishly chopping potatoes.

"Alright I guess," Samuel said, eyeing his cane on top of the refrigerator his mother had snatched from him once she had dragged him into the kitchen.

"How have you been, young man?" Pamela asked sternly waving the knife pointedly as she turned towards him. She knew that phrase all to well.

"It's been a rough couple of years," Simon sighed.

"Why?" Pamela asked scooping up the potatoes and dropping them into the pot.

"Took awhile to rehabilitate, and time to find a company that understood my needs after I got done with technical school," Simon said, spinning his glass around on the table. While he had no problem limping the few feet to the frig to get his cane. It was getting by his mother who had a very sharp knife in her hand.

"I'm sorry to hear that Simon. I do hope you found one that understands your... condition," Pamela said, placing the hammer steaks into the frying pan. "So, Simon, is there a girlfriend, fiancée, or wife I should know about? If so do I have a grandchild?" she asked seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. She could see Amy just hiding behind the corner.

"No," Simon said plainly.

"No what?! That I don't need to know, or no you don't have any of the above mentioned?"

"The second one." Pamela had to kept herself from smiling as Amy sent a prayer of thanks.

"So, now that we have time, why don't you tell me why Mom left you this house?" Pamela asked drying her hands.

"Also why were you the only one that was informed of grandma's will? And what was in it?" Amy asked entering the kitchen.

"How would I know why she left me the house," Simon lied.

"Simon, sweetheart. you're a very bad lair," Pamela smirked, "Now the truth, if you would please," she said seating down across from him.

"To bring me home," Simon said, hanging his head in defeat.

"And what did the will say?" Amy asked sitting down beside her mother.

"Grandma, left everything to me," Simon said trying not to take pleasure in their shocked looks.

"Everything?!" Pamela asked in shock disbelief. "Does that include the lake house, the mountain house as well?" she asked having spent a lot of time there she knew how grand it was during her divorce. She just couldn't believe her mother would write her own children out of her own will.

"I do think that includes everything, Mom," Simon said sarcastically, "I'll know for certain when the lawyer brings me the deed and the list of her holdings."

"Wait! Mom, just wouldn't leave this all to you if she didn't have some plan. So what was it?"

"I have to stay here for five years," Simon said sighing heavily at their excited expressions. He was going keep the rest to himself. He didn't want them to know about the money, at least not yet.

"What about mom's accounts? Surely, she would will that to her children?!" Pamela asked she has known for sometime about her mother's wealth. Where and how she got it her mother would never tell her. It was only because she took care of her mother's bills that she even knew about it.

"Umm," Simon said scratching the back of his head.

"No! She didn't!" Pamela said, her hand shot to her mouth. "Oh, Robbie, isn't going to like this, not one bit," she said greeting up from her seat.

"Not my problem," Simon said shrugging his shoulders.

"He's still upset at you for showing his wife that tape," Pamela said flipping the steaks, stirring the potatoes as they boiled away.

"It's not fault he got caught cheating on his wife with his own sister," Simon said without a hint remorse for his actions.

"But did you have to tell Mom?" Pamela asked placing the fork down before turning around. "You know what kind of chaos you caused?! Robert had to move away to save his marriage. Mom and Dad were never the same. Even if they lived in the same house they weren't really married anymore. You know all that stress was the cause of his heart attack."

"And," Simon said glancing over at his mother, "Did you think there wouldn't be any consequences? All of you had ample time to either stop or divulge everything. You all chose to keep it a secret. Either one of you could have told me the truth about Melody. Without me wasting two years on that bitch."

"Umm..." Amy said sharing a glance with Pamela.

"What?!" Simon asked in an annoyed sigh.

"You're not going to like this," Amy said, squirming in her seat as Simon's eyes flicked over to her. "Dad... umm married Melody," she whispered bowing her head. Quickly looking up, as Simon belted out a side splitting chuckle.​