The Bed
Written Jade
Chapter 1
The Bed
by Gretchen Wilson
On his side of the bed
He sleeping like a baby
Dreams are dancing in his head
Lying with his lady
It's a peaceful night
And everything's just fine
On his side of the bed
But on her side of the bed
Those big brown eyes are crying
From the thing he never said
Deep inside she's dying
As she turns to face the wall
There's no love at all
On her side of the bed
If he'd just reach out
She'd forget about
All the times that he let her down
Oh, but in his mind
Everything's alright
When the lights go out
Now on his side of the bed,
He never even noticed her neglige of red
The very same that she wore the night that they were wed
But he never turned his head to her side of the bed.
If he'd just reach out
She'd forget about
All the times that he let her down
Oh, but in his mind
Everything's alright
When the lights go out
Now on his side of the bed
He wakes up and turns to say "I love you"
But instead all he finds are pages full of words she never
said
And that's all she left
On her side of the bed
Mark was in the middle of his usual
workout at the gym, when he heard the plates clanging on the bar for the bench.
He turned to see a small woman was making all the noise. She put the lock back
on the bar, then laid on the bench with her hands on the bar. She lifted it off
the stand, and began pressing it. He didn't see a spotter around, so he went
over behind her, and grabbed the bar from her. "Darlin', if you don't slow
down, this will be a worthless workout."
"It doesn't matter. I only come
in here to blow off steam."
"It does matter, 'cause if you
get tired you could drop this on your chest."
"Nobody would give a
damn."
"What's your name?"
"
"Well,
She sat up as he came around to her
side. "It's nice to meet you, Mark." She let out a sigh. "I'm
sorry, it's just..."
"Don't tell me. Let me guess.
Your husband pissed you off?"
"How did you..."
"Dishpan hands mean you're a
housewife, and the wedding ring." He chuckled. "I used to piss both
of my wives off."
"Are you still married?"
"Nope. The last one left me a
month ago. Now, if you want to go back at it, I can spot you. Maybe help you
put this thing to some good use."
"That would be sweet of
you." She laid back on the bench, and he retook his position behind it. He
helped her lift the bar off of the stand, then helped her get into a good
pattern.
"If you don't mind me askin',
what'd he do?"
"It's what he hasn't done. He
hasn't paid any attention to me, hasn't touched me in weeks..."
After a moment he asked, "do
you think he's cheating on you?"
"Yeah. With that damn idiot box
he sits at all the time."
"I'll take it that's a
computer?"
"Yep." She set the bar
back in the stand, then sat up and turned on him. "You're a man."
He smiled. "Glad you
noticed."
"If I dressed up in a nighty,
would you still sit there, and tell me I had to wait?"
"Darlin', I wouldn't think of
anything but getting the nighty off of you."
His answer made her blush. "I
uh... Thanks."
"No problem." He pointed
at the bar bell. "Are you done with this?"
"Yeah. Thanks for your
help."
"I'm here every Wednesday."
She watched as he went back to the
butterfly press machine. As she watched him she thought, "now why can't
John be more like him instead of constantly watching his stocks?" She
shook her head as she went over to the rowing machine. "There has to be something
wrong with him, if he's lost two wives," she thought to herself. As she
took her position she looked at him again. "He's damn fine, though."
Every day, she would get tired of
being the only sign of life in the house, so she would go to the gym. Only now,
she heeded Mark's advice. By the time Wednesday came back around, Mark was
surprised when he saw her.
"Hey,
"Well, thank you. I've had
plenty of chances to use your advice."
"Still an asshole, huh?"
"Yep. But, atleast I'm getting
in shape, while he deteriorates."
"I was just about to brave one
of their shakes. Care to join me?"
She giggled. "Sure."
They went into the juice bar, and
ordered a couple drinks. "Look, the reason why you workout should be just
as important as how you workout. Working on your body means nothing if you
don't work on your mind."
"Ok. Your advice has done some
good so far..."
"Why did you join the
gym?"
"To work on my body in hopes
that he'll pay attention. When I realized that didn't work, it became to
releive stress."
"So, you need a new goal."
"What's your's?"
"I have to stay fit for my job,
so it's to stay at the top of my game."
"Okay... Well, with the way things
are going, it could be to get a job, or to start dating again when I leave his
ass."
He smiled. "I'm only offering
suggestions. As for what I think..." He reached out, and pushed a stray
hair behind her ear, then slid his thumb down her cheek. "I think a woman
like you shouldn't have to beg for a man's attention. It should be willingly
given."
She gave him a bittersweet smile.
"Like you do?"
"No. You need more than I've
given you."
"Today, I will workout for
finding a job. Saturday is our anniversary. If I don't get some attention out
of him before Sunday morning, I'm leaving." She laughed. "Why am I
telling you this? I don't even know you."
"Because I'm someone willing to
help."
"But why?"
"Because your ol' man is being
a limp dick." He smiled. "Pardon my language."
She giggled. "I'll agree with
you, there."
"Here... Put this number in
your cell," he said as he nodded toward the phone on her hip. She
programmed the number into her phone as he called it out. "Call me if you
need anything; a ride, a place to stay- anything."
"You know, for a guy that looks
like a major hard ass, you're very sweet."
He gave her a sideways grin.
"Soft spot for ladies." He winked at her.
"I better get to the
machines."
"Hey, you've hardly drank any
of that."
"You haven't drank any of
your's."
"'Cause I already know it
tastes like shit."
"So do I," she laughed as
she walked toward the gym.
When she finished her workout, she
went home, and decided to give it her best shot to save what was left of their
marriage. She took a shower, powdered her body, then wrapped herself in
cellophane. She carefully slid into her high heels and walked down the hall to
his office.
"Oh, Johnny... I brought
something for you to eat," she cooed.
"I'm not hungry," he said
without even looking.
"Will you look at me!?"
"What?" He looked her
over. "What the hell is that for?"
"Maybe to get you in bed. Hell,
you lock yourself in here so much I hardly see you."
"I'm too busy, baby."
"It's been a month, John! One
month since we've had sex. God only knows how long since you actually made love
to me."
"Can we talk about this
later?"
With a disgusted growl, she left the
room, pulling off the cellophane as she walked down the hall. She pulled on a
pair of jeans when she reached the bedroom, then a t-shirt. She grabbed her
purse and keys before walking out the door. She took off in her truck, not
knowing where she was headed. When tears clouded her vision too badly to watch
the road, she pulled over by the bridge. She got out, and sat on the hood, her
feet propped up on the grill bars. After a few minutes of tears flowing freely,
a tan Silverado pulled over in front of her.
She smiled slightly as she saw who
got out. As he walked toward her, she asked, "are you stalking me?"
"I was gonna ask you the same
thing. What's wrong?"
"He's pushed me away too many
times, Mark. I can't..." She choked on a sob.
"It's okay," he whispered
as he wrapped his huge arms around her.
She buried her face in his neck.
"I can't sit around and wait anymore, Mark. It's not home. It's solitary
confinement."
"You said you'd wait until
Sunday... Do you still want to?"
"I... I don't know."
He petted her hair. "Look, it's
up to you, but if you don't want to go back you can come home with me." He
looked up as he heard a car door behind her truck. "The sheriff is coming
this way."
"Oh, hell..." She pulled
away from Mark.
"
"Yeah, Luke. Everything is
fine."
"Is this guy bugging you?"
"No. He's... He's a friend of
mine."
He let out a humorless laugh.
"Taker ain't nobody's friend." Mark made a move towards the sheriff,
and he laid his hand on his gun. "Don't try it."
"I'm her friend. If you don't
like it, you can kiss my ass."
"Mark, this is my
brother-in-law, Luke."
"
"More like does he care where I
am?"
"Not this again," he
sighed. "He's trying to make money to support you."
"Silver threads and golden
needles will not mend my heart. Money means nothing to me." She jumped off
the hood of the truck, enraged. "It sure as hell doesn't keep me warm at
night. Then again, neither has your brother."
"You're not havin' an affair,
are you?"
"No. I'm not. Not that I
haven't had plenty of time to have one."
"Go home,
She looked down at her tapping foot.
"I'll go home, but he leaves first."
Luke sighed. "Fine. Taker, get
back in your truck, and be on your way. This is a family matter."
"You gonna be okay with
him?" he asked.
"I'll be fine. I'll see you at
the gym."
"Alright. See ya later."
Begrudgingly, he turned, and went back to his truck. It wasn't until he left
before she spoke again.
"Luke, take off your hat and
badge, will you?"
"Why?"
"Because then I'm not hitting
an officer."
"Go home."
She got back in her truck, and
headed for the house. As she walked through the door, he was waiting for her.
"Where the hell were you?"
"I went for a drive."
"I just got off the phone with
Luke."
"So what?"
"He said he saw you with
another man."
"I pulled over, and a friend of
mine saw me. He stopped to help."
"Does this friend have a
name?"
"Mark. I met him at the
gym."
"Big guy with a bunch of
tattoos?"
"Huge man with arms that are
damn near black. What do you care?"
"That's Undertaker. He beats
people up for a living!"
"Yet he's the only man that has
shown me any damn consideration in the past month."
"Don't you turn this around on
me."
"Maybe if you spent some time
with me, I wouldn't. Hell, if you did that much, I wouldn't have even met
him."
"I have to get back to
work."
"Oh, fuck you and your
work."
John just walked back up the stairs,
and to his office.
That night, as she got in bed, she
was surprised when John went to bed with her. As they laid in the dark, she
heard John say, "I'm sorry, baby. I know I've spent a lot of time away
from you. I'll make up for it."
Tears welled up in her eyes. She
laid there quietly, waiting for him to touch her. Then, she heard him softly
snoring. She turned to the wall, and cried herself to sleep as she thought of
Mark.
Two days passed, and nothing
changed. It was finally their anniversary. She purposely didn't remind him. She
wanted to see if he would remember on his own. He was hidden the entire day,
until dinner. She had fixed all of his favorites. When she called him to eat,
he said, "I'm not hungry, baby. Stick my plate in the oven. I'll eat
later."
Her own appetite lost, she grabbed a
notebook, and wrote down everything she wanted to tell him, but couldn't
because he would push her away.
Before going to bed, she put on the
red nighty she wore for their wedding night. She laid down, facing the wall,
and cried herself to sleep again. She awoke at three in the morning. John was
laying next to her, sound asleep. She grabbed her notebook out of the
nightstand, and laid it on her pillow as she got up. She grabbed the bag she
packed the day before out of the hall closet, and her long black leather
jacket. She picked up her purse and keys before going out to the truck. She
tossed the bag in back, then put the jacket on.
She climbed up into the truck, then
grabbed her cell phone. She found Mark's number, and pushed send, before
cranking the truck up, and pulling away.
"Yeah?" he answered
groggily.
"I just left him, and could
really use a place to stay."
"
"Yeah."
"I'll give you directions..."
Chapter 2
Rock Me
by Great White
Sweet little baby,
you don't have to go
Little baby,
tell me you won't go
We'd be so good together
if we had the time
Bein' alone's
a nowhere state of mind
Lovin' ain't no crime, oh no
I see your man ain't here.
He don't care
The way of the night has gone.
We'll move on
Got to find a way
to face another day
I search the world
for someone I'll never find
Someone who ain't the hurtin' kind
If you stay the night.
We'll make the wrong seem right
So come on now...
Rock me
Rock me
Roll me through the night
We'll burn in love tonight
Sweet little baby,
oh don't you go
You ain't so innocent, I know
I know your heart's like mine, oh yeah
And I will find the time
to make you mine
And if your love goes bad,
if it makes you sad
I'll be back for more
at your door
Before the mornin' light,
we'll burn with love tonight
And when your man don't care,
I will be there
Still be lovin' real good love...
There's nothing left to do,
but make sweet love to you
As she made her way to his house,
the clouds let loose with a torential down-pour. She pulled up to a gate, and
read the number on the brick pillar. "This can't be right," she said
to herself. She picked up the cell, and called him again.
"Are you lost?"
"I think so. I'm outside this
huge gate."
"Do you see the keypad?"
"Yeah."
"Punch in 2-6-3-3. It should
open."
"Alright. Hang on." She
rolled down the window, and hung out to punch in the number. Lo and behold, the
gate rolled open. "I must be in the right place. See you in a
minute." She closed the phone, then rolled up the window as she drove
through the gate. The rain came down harder as she went down the long driveway.
She could hardly see anything, but what seemed to be a porch light. Then,
motion lights came on, guiding her to a stop out front of the house.
She got out, and grabbed her bag out
of the back. As she went up the steps, the door opened. She looked upon Mark in
a whole new way; as more than a friend. His long dark hair hung loose, and he
wore nothing but a pair of shorts, exposing more of his tatoos. His face
unshaven, his goatee blended with the shadow. She shivered as his pale green
eyes looked her over.
He stood in the doorway taking her
in. Her wet hair dripping onto her leather jacket that hung open, revealing her
neglige. Her brown eyes darkened as he looked at her, revealing what else she
wanted from him. He opened the door wider, inviting her in. As she entered he
took the bag from her, and set it aside. He watched as she shivered. He closed
the door, then peeled the jacket off of her, his eyes never leaving her's.
Without a word spoken, he claimed
her lips so fast and hard it nearly scared her. But soon, her arms wrapped
around his neck. He parted her lips with his tongue, and she eagerly opened for
him. Mark lifted her off her feet, and her legs instinctively wrapped around
his waist. He carried her up the stairs, then into his bedroom. As he laid down
with her under him he said, "just so you know, this isn't why I invited
you here."
She gave him a seductive smile.
"After that kiss downstairs, are you going to tell me you don't want this,
too?"
He answered her by kissing along her
neck, then across her shoulder. As he adjusted his hips, she felt his length
against her thigh through his shorts. Her curiousity got the better of her. She
slid her arm under his, and reached down into his shorts to grab his hard
shaft. She felt the moan rumble through his body. As she slid her fingers up
and down his velvety skin he asked, "how much do you like this
nighty?"
"I hate it. Why?"
"Great." He sat up,
grabbed it between the lacy material that covered her breasts, and ripped it
open.
She gave him a wicked grin as she
sat up, and shrugged it off. She tossed it to the floor, then said,
"there's a matching thong..."
He raised a brow at her, as the
corner of his lips slowly rose in an almost evil looking grin. She closed her
eyes as he slid his hand in the front, then gasped as he ripped the panties
off. Using her toes, she pushed his shorts down to his knees. He raised them
off of the bed, so she could push them past. Once kicked to the floor, he slid
two fingers along her opening, to be sure she was ready. She was so wet, she
left a puddle on the sheets. He slid the fingers inside her, and she sighed his
name. He captured her lips as he settled into position. He aligned his length,
then slowly made his entry. Once in to the hilt, he ended the kiss. "Oh,
hell..." His eyes were closed as he strained for control.
He leaned into her touch. "You
weren't joking, were you? You're as tight as a virgin."
"It happens when I go
without." She kissed his Adam's apple. "Then again, you're the
biggest I've ever had, as well."
He laced his fingers with her's, and
pressed them into the mattress. He thrust, slowly and methodically into her.
She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to drive himself deeper within.
"Oh fuck... Mark..." She moaned just before her orgasm washed over
her, leaving her floating in a sea of pleasure she had never known. A growl
worked it's way through his body. It escaped his throat as he released his seed
within her.
He kissed her slowly and softly,
before pulling out of her, and laying beside her. He gathered her in his arms,
and held her close. "You know, your ol' man and Luke are going to know
where you are."
"Then I can tell him to his
face that I'm not going home." With her head on his chest, she fell
asleep.
He kissed the top of her head.
"I won't let him have you back," was his whispered vow. Then, he
drifted off to sleep, as well.
When they awoke the next morning, it
was because someone had pressed the call button on the front gate. "Hell,
I'd hoped they'd let us sleep in," he joked. He pressed the button to
answer the call. "What?"
"Sheriff Johnson. Let me in,
Taker. We need to talk."
"Kiss my ass, Luke. I'm trying
to sleep."
"Open up, or I'll open it with
my car."
"Keep your pants on." Mark
pushed the button to open the gate. "I'll be down in a minute."
"Shit... All my clothes are
down there."
He gave her an evil grin. "Put
on one of my shirts."
She laughed. "You think John's
with him?"
"If he ever gave a damn about
you, he is." He leaned over, and kissed her before getting out of bed.
She found a blue plaid shirt laying
in a nearby chair. She slipped it on, and buttoned it up. Mark had already slid
back into his shorts, and went down the stairs, so she followed. As he opened
the door, she grabbed her bag and carried it to a nearby couch. She smiled as
she dug through her bag when she heard, "where is she?"
"Go to hell, John," she
said. She found what she was looking for, and popped three pills out of the
foil pack. She looked up as she felt him in front of her. "I'm not going
home."
"What are you... Three pills?
You only do that when..."
"When I've had sex? You're
right. I'm surprised you remember. It's been so long since you scratched that
itch."
John reached out and slapped her.
Mark came up behind him, grabbed a handful of hair and slammed him into the
wall. "Touch her again, and I'll kick your little bitch ass."
"Let him go!"
Mark looked up to see Luke aiming
his gun at him. He pulled John away from the wall, then pushed him towards his
brother. "She came here on her own, so why don't you dicks leave us
alone?"
"Because she's still my
wife," John spat at him.
Mark chuckled. "I can't tell,
man. What kind of man makes his wife go without a high hard one, when she's
practically begging for it?" He pointed at
"I have too!"
"Really, John?" she asked.
"What was yesterday?"
"I don't know. What?"
"Our second wedding
anniversary, DUMB ASS!" She popped the pills in her mouth, and swallowed
them down. "Remember that little red outfit you got me for our wedding
night?" She gave him a wicked grin.
He looked at her, thoroughly
confused. "Yeah."
"I ripped it off of her last
night," Mark said.
"Why the hell would you do
that?"
"It's called passion, John. The
type of thing that excites a woman."
"Damn straight, darlin'."
He turned to John. "You ain't getting her back without one hell of a
fight."
"Alright then, neanderthal.
Let's fight."
Jordan and Luke said,
"what!?"
Mark just laughed. "Go home,
boy, before your brother has to take you to the hospital."
Jordan wrapped her arms around
Mark's waist, and he slid his arm around her shoulders. "It's pointless to
fight, John. I'm not going home with you. I'm staying with Mark."
She could see the heartache on his
face as John turned and walked out the door. Luke looked after him, until he
was down the steps. He turned to Mark and Jordan. "This isn't over."
"I'm shaking. I really
am," Mark said, completely deadpan.
"You can't do anything to
us,"
"Oh, no? If you two slept
together, that's adultry on both of you." Luke smiled. "You are still
married, aren't ya, Taker?"
"I haven't signed the papers
yet, but the bitch walked out on me."
"Doesn't matter. I suggest you
sign those papers quick, before her lawyer finds out." With that, he left.
Chapter 3
Summer Breeze
by Type O Negative
See the curtains hanging' in the window.
In the evening on a friday night.
A little light-a-shinin' through the window.
Lets me know everything's all right.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine.
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind.
See the paper layin' on the sidewalk.
A little music from the house next door.
So I walk on up to the door step.
Through the screen and across the floor.
Sweet days of summer - the jasmine's in bloom.
July is dressed up and playing her tune.
And I come home from a hard day's work.
And you're waiting there.
Not a care in the world.
See the smile awaitin in the kitchen.
Food cookin' and the plates for two.
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me.
In the evening when the day is through.
A week had passed since the
confrontation, and no word from John or Luke.
As she was cleaning what seemed to
be an office, she opened a drawer on the desk. When she saw what was in the
drawer, she dropped the papers back on the desk. She pulled the little
six-shooter out of the drawer, and looked it over. There was a bullet in every
chamber, and reaked of gun powder. "I hope this is just for
protection," she said to herself, aloud.
"And if it isn't?"
She looked up to see him leaning
against the door frame. "I uh... I'm sorry. I was just trying to put some
things away when I found it."
"You didn't answer me," he
said with a small grin. "I came back for that. I need it for work."
Her hand shook as she held it out to
him. "What you do with it is your business."
He pushed off the frame, and walked
over to take the gun. "You're not even curious?"
"I am, but if you wanted me to
know, you would tell me."
He leaned over the desk and kissed
her. "We'll talk later. If you ever need a gun, I keep a spare right above
your legs."
She reached under the desk, and felt
the holster and butt of the gun. "Okay... Good to know."
"You're not afraid of them, are
you?"
"No. I've used one
before."
"Good. I'll see you
tonight."
"Alright. Um... Bye."
He smiled, because he could hear her
nervousness. "There's no reason to worry,
"Okay."
After Mark left, she went back to
work. She came across a file filled with wanted posters, and relaxed.
"He's a bounty hunter," she thought to herself. She laughed at the
stupid ideas her imagination was coming up with.
Later that day, as she worked on
dinner, she had the radio turned up on a classic rock station. As she stirred
and flipped the food on the stove, she swayed along to the beat. As she went
back to the counter for more ingredients, an arm wrapped around her waist and a
hand slid over her shoulder.
His breath was warm on her ear as he
spoke the lines to the song. "I don't want you be no slave. I don't want
you work all day. But I want you to be true, and I just wanna make love to you."
She closed her eyes and smiled as
she leaned back on him. "Mmm... Not right now, hunny. I'd burn your
dinner."
"Turn it off," he
whispered before kissing her neck.
She closed her eyes and released a
sigh as he made a trail up to her ear. "Alright. You win."
She turned off the stove, and he led
her into the living room, where he made love to her on the back of the couch.
When they were through, he said, "I hope you don't think that was to get
out of that talk I promised you."
"I don't think it's needed. I
think I figured out what you do."
"Okay. Shoot."
"A bounty hunter?"
He leaned toward her with his hands
on either side of her hips. He softly kissed her, before saying, "I wish
it was that legal."
She slid her hands up his arms, then
locked her fingers at the back of his neck. "Alright. I know curiousity
killed the cat, but... Go ahead and tell me."
He sighed. "Victims, or their
families, hire me to scare the hell out of the guilty." He waited to see
how she took that before telling her, "sometimes to kill them."
"Holy shit..."
He closed his eyes, and leaned his
head down. He sighed before continuing. "I wanted to tell you now, because
that's why the last two left me. I kept it from them, told them I did something
else. They didn't want to sleep next to a murderer."
She laid her hand on his cheek, and
he opened his sad green eyes. "I won't leave you. It may take some getting
used to the idea, but you were honest with me." She smiled at him.
"Besides, I see the cause in what you do." She wrapped her hands
around his throat. "But so help me, if you get caught, I'll kill
you!"
He gave her a weak smile. "If I
get caught, I'd rather die by your hands than by lethal injection."
That night, as she lay nestled in
his arms,
Mark came out of the bedroom, and
flicked on the hall light. "Don't play with the gun, darlin'. Come back to
bed."
"I'm not playing, Mark. Do you
know her?"
He looked down the stairs, and saw
her face. He let out a disgusted sound. "Unfortunately. What the hell are
you doing here?"
She hesitated. That's when
"Sara, but I'm sure he calls me
the bitch."
"The last one," Mark said.
"Your wife?"
"Yeah." He walked up
behind her, and took the gun. "Nice shooting, darlin'."
"Told you I knew how to use
it."
He looked down at Sara.
"Thought you could kill me?"
"The town would love me if I
did."
"Yeah, so would John,"
"And Luke," Mark added.
"Was this your idea to get everything in the divorce?"
She gave him a wicked grin. "It
was worth a shot."
"Mark, give me the gun
back,"
He looked down at Sara. "Of all
people, you should know better. I have half a mind to give it to her. You
better run back out that door. Take your ass back to that boy you're staying
with."
He gave the gun back to
"Probably. She didn't seem too
scared when you shot that knife." He put an arm around her, then kissed
her forehead. "I'm gonna go lock the door. Go put the gun up, and get some
rest. I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay." As she walked
away, he went down the stairs. He looked out the front door to be sure she
left. "Stupid bitch," he muttered before closing and locking the
door.
They awoke when the call button was
pushed on the gate. Mark hit the button. "What?"
"It's Luke. Open up."
He growled before pushing the button
to grant him entry. "We're in it again, aren't we, Mark?"
"Yeah. May want to put some
clothes on this time," he joked.
She slid into a pair of jeans and a
t-shirt before going down to the door. When she opened the door, she saw Sara.
"What do you want?"
"That's her, Sheriff."
"I already figured it was
her," Luke replied. He looked at
"Ain't nothing to talk
about," Mark said as he came down the stairs. "She saved my
life."
Luke looked at her confused. "
"I caught her sneaking into the
house last night with a knife. I shot it out of her hand."
"Where is it now?"
"I dunno. I heard it hit the
floor."
Mark bent over behind the couch, and
picked up the knife by the dented blade. "Found it."
"Why'd you move it?"
"Oh, come on, Luke. Jordan and
I are guilty until proven innocent in your eyes, anyways."
"She ain't, but you are."
"She's the one that pointed the
gun at me!" Sara yelled.
"She's living here now. She was
protecting the house," Mark said. "You came in the middle of the
night, and she'd never met you. What did you expect?"
"I expected you to be home
alone."
Sara laughed. "You didn't get
to know him yet, did you? You just hopped right into the bed."
"I know all I need to know. If
he wants to tell me more, fine. If not, that's fine, too. DO NOT base your
ideas of what we have going on how your marriage was."
"You have got to be
crazy."
"Yeah, she is. She's crazy for
me. Now, you left this house and me. Don't come back again. As you saw, she
knows what to do about trespassers," Mark said with a grin.
"To hell with you both,"
Sara huffed as she turned and marched out of the house.
Luke stood there holding his hat.
"You know,
"I was heartbroken when he
started ignoring me. He didn't give a damn then, and I don't give a damn
now."
Luke gave her a small grin as he put
the hat back on his head. "Alright. We'll speak to you two later."
Once he was back in the car,
"Me either. If he gets Sara and
John together..."
"...we're screwed."
To Be Continued
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