Mrs Hansen || A Lloyd Hansen Story

A mothers cruel words

Brains and blood crept along the floor, soiling Rebecca's perfect home. Denny had her by the back of the neck, body pressed harshly into hardwood. She knew that she should be devastated that her mother had just been shot right in front of her face, but all she could feel was relief. Relieved that Mia was sleeping, because the thought of her screaming made her blood run cold.

Rebecca wasn't prepared to lie on the ground and take it from Denny, every cell in her body told her to fight. So she did. She thrashed and she kicked her strong legs fighting him off. Her blows felt feeble as they were ricocheted back at her. Her head was flung to the side ferociously as Denny's hand left her face. A disorientating ring in her ears left her senseless. Denny hiked her sun dress up, the fabric pooling at her waist. His razor sharp touch slicing her skin as he grappled for her underwear.

"Stop, please stop you fucking sick bastard!" Rebecca writhed, trying to slither away from him. She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone.

This couldn't be happening. Rebecca closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable to happen. A few long seconds passed and nothing. She could hear him grunting, her body was being shaken. Terrified and confused, she opened to Denny who fucking his fist furiously.

"Fucking stupid thing." He growled at himself.

Rebecca absently forced herself up on her elbows Denny was having trouble with an erection. His eyes snapped up catching her gaze.

He drew the back of his hand across her face, "Don't fucking look at me," she let out a pained yelp bringing her hand up to her cheek, "lie there and take it." He slapped her again this time splitting her lip. Tears spilled over her lids, trickling down her cheeks as she lay waiting.  Denny reached his hand out, roughly latching onto Rebeccas breast with one hand and pumping his fist with the other.

She instinctively tilted her head to the side, allowing the tears welling in her ears to escape. Resting on the edge of the granite fireplace was a photograph. The image captured a beautiful moment of Hazel and McKenna cradling Mia at the zoo. Mia, held securely in Hazel's loving arms, had a pair of enormous oceanic eyes brimming with delight. Her hair, still in its early stages of growth, formed gentle waves that danced across her head. McKenna, overcome with joy, couldn't help but laugh, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. Forgetful of the camera, McKenna's laughter was directed at Mia, who responded by sticking out her little tongue in the most adorable way.

The frame itself was a gift from Arthur, a simple yet elegant silver one from Tiffany's. It possessed a certain charm that the frames from Target simply lacked. Rebecca let her mind wander further for a second, as she recalled the moment she first held it in her hands, taken aback by its weight and sleek appearance. As she glanced at the other photographs adorning the walls, she couldn't help but notice the absence of any featuring her and Lloyd.

Instead, they were filled with images of Mia, Mia with various people. But none of them. A sharp splinter of pain shot through her heart. If something final were to happen to her at the hands of Denny, Mia would be left without a single picture to remember her mother by. Rebecca shifted her gaze to the other side, where her mother's lifeless body lay, eyes peacefully closed, despite her violent death. Rebecca watched as blood seeped into the grooves on the floor. Doreen's words began to fill her head.

"You're weak."

"You always were a quitter."

"Look at you, don't pretend you didn't like the attention."

"That's what boys do."

"If your skirt wasn't too short."

"Who is all of this for?"

"Stupid, silly, little bimbo."

Fingers curled around the silver frame Rebecca waited for a window. Denny was cursing furiously at his flaccid dick. His eyes pinched shut as he kneaded Rebecca's breast through the fabric of her sun dress. Quietly she angled the frame so the jagged corner was ready to strike. With as much force as she could muster she thrust her arm forward and into Denny's temple. His eyes flying open. The corner of the frame had burst through his skin, a slow trickle of blood leaked out.

Holding his hand over the wound, eyes wide Denny created a deep v between his brows, "You fucking stupid bitch."

"No, Denny, you're the fucking stupid bitch." Rebecca struck him again, this time with the edge of the frame to the bridge of his nose.

Denny eyes forced themselves shut and began to water. Giving Rebecca a window to scramble from underneath him. Before Denny could gather himself Rebecca grappled for his gun which was loosely hanging out of the holster lying on the floor. Without a second of hesitation, Rebecca fired three bullets, one after the other, right into Denny's back. He turned himself around, still on his knees. His shirt barely covering his cock and balls.

"Fuck you Denny." Rebecca unloaded the gun, and with her bare foot she kicked Denny onto his back.

The light in his eyes slowly fading as she sat on his chest. Bringing her arms above her head, "Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit." She sobbed, bringing the handle of the gun down into his face. The crunch of cartilage echoing through the house.

"I hate you." She cried, repeating the motion. Blood splattering over her face.

The front door flew open, Rebecca's head spun around. Gun aimed at the intruder.

"Put the gun down, sweetheart."

Her entire body relaxing Rebecca stared at Lloyd,  her eyes stinging with tears, "Hi."

Rebecca dropped the weapon, clambering to her feet, but before she could compose herself, Lloyd had rushed to her sweeping her into his arms. Enveloping her tightly. Laying kisses on every surface of her body.

"I'm so sorry," he cried against her, "I'm so fucking sorry."

Rebecca pulled herself from his embrace rushing to the side of Mia's crib. Mia was still asleep.

"Touch her cheek Lloyd." Brows knitted with confusion Lloyd brushed the back of his finger down Mia's soft cheek. The ticklish motion caused her to twitch her tiny mouth into a dreamy smile.

"Oh thank god." Rebecca sighed, falling to the ground she brought her blood stained hands over her face.

Lloyd fell to his knees, gathering Rebecca into his lap he braced himself around her.

"I will never leave you, ever again. I promise. It's done. I quit this fucking shit." He said rocking her back and forth, "I fucking qui— is that your mom? Rebecca?"

Face pinned into Lloyd's chest Rebecca muffled sob grew louder, "D-Denny, h-he shot her."

"Well fuck, the prick kind of done us a favour there sweetheart." Lloyd muttered, a cocky brow arched as he held onto his girl.

"Clear outside boss, except—"

"Except what Alan?"

Thalia rubbed the back of her neck, "The neighbours have called the cops." The sound of sirens growing louder by the second.

Lloyd gritted, "Fucking suburbs." He winced.

"Sweetheart, you need to listen—"

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A/N:
Denny's deed, Doreens deed.
Lloyds back.
And this is the second last chapter
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