[ WP ] A man leaves his nightly shower with the thoughts and ideas on how to change his life , except this time his conviction is maintained after he opens the shower door .

Sam thoroughly washed his body parts a couple of extra times as he was finishing up in the shower. 
 
 The sudden realization that his life was now his to manage has over empowered him. Sam knew that he could turn his and his children's life around. He had a lot of help from friends and family. 
 
 He opens the shower door and reaches for the towel but his hand returns empty handed. Odd, he knew that he grabbed one and put it on the towel rack. 
 
 He stood in the shower letting the moisture fall off of him. He carefully stepped out of the shower and started to walk in the direction of the towels, only to be shocked by his wife, Becky. 
 
 Becky's legs were propped up against the sink as she was leaning. Her skinny jeans fit well around her slender body. Hair was full of water, bringing out the darkness of her sandy blond hair. Blood shattered the beauty in her green eyes. Her posture showed an odd mixture of anxiety and pleasure. Sam knew that she was on drugs. 
 
 `` What are you doing here, how did you get in?'' Sam inquired. The last time his eyes shed a glance on her was over 3 months ago. She was being taken away by the cops after coming after him with a knife. No one was hurt, and he was lucky that his kids had the courage to stand up for their father, confirming his accusations. 
 
 He had a restraining order put against her shortly afterwards. He tried to serve her with divorce papers, but he had no listed address to server her with. 
 
 `` Timothy let me in, he said that he misses mommy and loves her more than daddy. I persuaded him that I would save him from your abusive habits if he let me in. So here I am.'' Becky scowled. 
 
 It was all a lie. She always fabricated stories to make herself look good. It was his greatest pet peeve of her's. Months ago he thought he had the courage to stand up to her. His emotions said otherwise as he was headed further into depression. The only thing that made him look forward to the next day is knowing that his kids needed him. He tried to reconcile with his wife, and tried getting her mental help; but she was nowhere to be found after being released from her initial hearing. Sam had no idea where she was. Until now. 
 
 `` I doubt he said that. What are you doing here!? You need to leave now, there is a RO out against you and I will call the cops.'' Sam threatened. this was his awakening. His sudden realization that he needed to provide the children with a healthier parent. And he needed to be that parent. 
 
 Becky released his towel hostage and threw it at him. `` Whatever, you never could stand up for me anyways. After you dared call the cops on me, I realized that you never loved me! No one calls the cops on their spouse if they love them as much as I did to you! But you betrayed me, like a coward!'' She left the bathroom and headed towards the children's room where their children, Timothy and Susan were playing. Sam quickly put on his towel and followed. Timothy was six and Susan just turned nine. Neither of them could quite understand the situation. The downside was that they did n't know how to say no to mommy. Sam did n't think they would need to be tested, but this shower has proven otherwise. 
 
 `` Oh yeah, I'm taking the kids, permanently.'' Becky announced. 
 
 `` No you wo n't! You ca n't! They are covered under the Restraining Order as well!'' 
 
 A stranger's voice came from the children's room. `` Yes she can, as long as I have something to do with it.'' A man came into view. He was rather scrawny, deep voice, heavily tattooed and had those ridiculous ear gauges. His eyes were also staring down the sights of a Glock 17, barrel aimed at Sam's head. 
 
 Blood and anger rushed everywhere. Sam could n't believe it. This was it, there was nothing he could do. He was n't going to see his kids again, and worse, he was helpless to help them. The consequences of him taking a shower with his kid's unsupervised stormed through his mind. How could he be so negligent? He could have called a neighbor to watch his kids. 
 
 `` Get on the floor!'' The stranger ordered with Timothy and Susan looking onwards. 
 
 `` No! Please, do n't do this!'' Sam pleaded. 
 
 The stranger put a pair of zip-ties around his wrists and his an ankles. He also put a strip of duct tape across Sam's mouth. `` Shut up, you have no right to talk. I've been fucking your wife for six months now. I ca n't believe you were stupid enough to think you were worth anything to her. Time to pay the price.'' 
 
 The stranger shoved Sam into the kid's closet and shut the door. He heard footsteps head downstairs. He was sure that he was alone on the top floor. 
 
 But Sam was no fool. Him and his coworkers had an odd initiation ritual for the new guys that came in. That was to tie them up in zip-ties and tell them to get out of it. It was rather easy, only took moving your wrists in the right direction. After all of these years, he had never told his wife about this, and now he was glad that he had poor communication with her. 
 
 He easily got out of the wrist ties. The ankle ties took some time. Once he got them loose, he was able to pry out of them with his ankles. With everything off, including the duct tape, his feet quietly rushed towards his room. His phone was gone, but luckily his tracphone was still in his t-shirt drawer. He quickly turned it on and called 911. 
 
 It was at that moment that he started to smell gas. They were going to light him on fire. 
 
 He quickly explained the situation to the police and did his best to keep them up with what was going on. He ran to the ground level of the house to try and find his sawed off shotgun. 
 
 It was gone. 
 
 He quickly looked out the front window to see if his wife's new boyfriend's car was outside. It was. 
 
 Suddenly, smoke started to show up outside. He had no idea what to do. He talked to the cops and they encouraged him to get to safety. 
 
 He used the rarely used side door to escape. Neither his wife or her boyfriend saw him. He quickly ran over to John's house, a neighbor that he knew had a gun. With all of the fences and trees, it was easy to be discrete, even in a towel. 
 
 John was waiting in his garage for him. `` Sam, get over here, the streets are shut down.'' 
 
 `` What?'' Sam asked. 
 
 `` I saw your wife out there about 20 minutes ago. She was banging on the door and threatened the kids to open the door for her. I did n't want to intervene, so I called the cops. I do n't think your wife and her guy know it yet, but the streets are already blocked in every direction. They're responding like there are hostages.'' 
 
 `` Oh my gosh, thanks man! You're a life saver. I need to get my kids though!'' Sam responded. 
 
 `` I'd say that the safest thing at this point is to sit tight. Let the cops do their job. Besides, they can make better shots than either of us could.'' John encouraged. He then continued to talk on his phone with the police. 
 
 Sam and John were in tense conversations with each other over what their respective 911 responders were saying. It seemed like an hour, but it was only half a minute since Sam escaped his house. It was starting to rage in a blaze and that was when the car started moving with his wife and kids in it. He was getting too eager to not intervene. 
 
 `` Hold yourself, Sam!'' John acknowledged. `` They've got it under control.'' 
 
 John and Sam told the operator about the movement. After about 2 minutes, what seemed like 2 hours, the operator told them that the kids were safe and to expect an officer at their door soon. 
 
 Sam was relieved. All of these years he spent complaining about how much he hated cops. But over the past couple of months, he was more than thankful for their service. 
 
 His eyes were balling as he was quickly re-united with his kids again. 
 
 Now it was time to figure out where to buy a new house. 

