I sighed then chuckled wryly. "I almost forgot you were there in the middle of that. Madelaine is Amber's brother's wife. She ... well, I'm not quite sure what she wanted. I guess she thought that she could make it all better. I think she thought that I could take my anger out on her and then stay with Amber. Heck, she even offered to have sex with me to keep the two of us together...""So instead, you kicked her out into my office, naked?" Jeanie replied, her eyebrows knotting."That wasn't my original intention," I apologized. "I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. She was just ... so smug ... as if she knew just what to do, just how to deal with me. I was so angry ... hell, I'm still angry ... I just didn't think...""You weren't thinking about much back then," she interrupted me. "I guess I can understand that, considering what you were going through. I wondered what you were trying to accomplish with Madelaine but I guess I can see it.""Sorry you invited me now?" I asked. It w
I climbed out with a sheepish grin and walked up to meet Jeanie's parents. It was easy to see where she got her good looks. Her mother was a small slip of a woman, dressed in a belted, flowery sundress. The hair was still a natural, bright red like her daughter's but with lines of gray showing here and there and while she sported a few wrinkles along the edges of the mouth and eyes, the resemblance between the two was uncanny.They shared the same thick, luxuriant hair, the same bright, green eyes and the same full, rich lips set in a round, soft face. Their heights couldn't have been more than an inch apart and their bodies shared the same lean, fit look. Only the noses and cheek bones were different; Jeanie's mom had a smaller, rounder nose while Jeanie's cheeks were marginally higher than her mother's.As I approached and looked at her father, I saw where Jeanie had come by that nose. Jeanie's father was taller than his wife's 5'6" frame by almost a head. Unlike his wife's slightly
He looked at me with those cloudy, gray-blue eyes and I was startled to see a look of almost surprised contempt on his face. He scowled slightly, looking from me to Rachel, then to Jeanie who was walking with her father into the room and then back to me. Disappointment flitted over his face and then a surly anger settled in. He was definitely NOT happy to see me, though for the life of me I couldn't figure out why."Rachel, Olive, Anderson, this is Jean's friend, Marc," Ellen introduced me. I happened to be looking at Rachel at the time and I saw surprise, fear and then a sullen anger flit over her face in rapid succession before she settled on an obviously artificial smile. It didn't look like she was very happy to see me, either ... and again I couldn't explain why. "Marc, these are Jeanie's sisters Rachel and Olivia and Rachel's ... friend ... Anderson Myers."Rachel's handshake was as cold and distant as the fake smile she had plastered on her face while Anderson did his best to c
I pulled on the sweats I'd set out the night before; I always ran in the morning and was eager to take on the country lanes around the area. Of course, I didn't know the area but I felt sure Ellen or Davis would be able to show me a route or two.I needn't have worried. There was a small manila folder on the floor under my door. When I opened it, it was a printed map with several nearby routes in different colors. The paths were of varying lengths ranging from 3 miles to 10 miles. Jeanie knew me too well; maybe it was time she got a raise.I smiled as I walked down the stairs, looking at the map and trying to decide which route I wanted to take. I was still a bit tired but running always helped wake me as well as clearing my head. It was definitely not a 10 mile day but I didn't feel the 5 mile was out of reach and there was one 5 mile path that could be turned into a 7 mile run if I wanted it.I was brought up short as I reached the kitchen door; the kitchen was off to the left on th
CALM! RELAX! QUIET! I let those sounds fill me. I let the meaning of those sounds suffuse me. Not the fucking meaning you can find in a dictionary; their meaning to ME. I let them anchor me in the storm of emotion going through me. I wrapped them around me, letting them calm me. The black rage that was boiling in the pit of my stomach like bile, seeking a way out, trying to own me yet again. That would not do. I needed this, the center of the storm.I opened my eyes on a world suddenly devoid of color; the greens and browns and yellows and reds fading to differing shades of gray. I listened to my breath, measured it. In. Out. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sun, just rising over the plains; its tongues of reds and yellows arcing across the sky.I felt myself settle. I felt the control return to me. It had been a close thing. With a deep breath I bottled my rage, my anger, my love, my hate ... all my emotions. As I blew it out, I i
Yes. I had to be honest. I had. Not emotionally, not constructively but my revenge is the only thing that let me get through the past three months without slitting my wrists. I needed this revenge; needed it like I needed air to breathe. I needed for Amber to fully realize all that she'd stolen from me. I needed her to share at least in some small part the pain I'd felt. I couldn't live with anything less.But I was on empty. There was literally nothing left. I had no more of myself to give. I had to let go of something. I couldn't let go of my revenge ... not yet, not now ... but if I continued ... if I kept going ... I was going to end up a shell, filled with nothing but anger and hate.This was it, then. This was the end. I went through my list of contingency plans and all of my thoughts of further revenge and locked them in a small box in my mind. I could leave this as it was; I had to leave this as it was – if not, my anger would take over and I'd be lost. I could live with what
The truth was that we weren't at that point in our relationship. We'd not even dated much less gotten to the point where we could share our sexual history with one another. "When should you have told me? On your resumé? When you invited me down here? On the way down here? When?""I-I-I j-just do-don't want t-t-to be l-like Amb-Amber," she sobbed, hanging her head."The situations aren't even remotely similar," I said soothingly. I slowly led her back to the glider I'd been sitting on and sat her down and then sat next to her. "Amber ... Amber kept me in the dark for all the time I knew her. I told you before ... on the way up here ... I didn't expect her to just come up to me and tell me she was sleeping with her brother. I don't blame her for that. I wouldn't have expected it until we got serious with one another. But we ... you and me ... we haven't even been on a date yet. This ... whatever this is ... it's nothing like what happened between me and Amber.""You ... you don't hate m
"I'm sorry," I said softly. There was such pain in her voice, such sorrow, that I felt any words I used would be inadequate to comfort her.She nodded in acknowledgement. "Moving here was great for dad but not so great for mom," Jeanie said wistfully. "Dad fit right in, but Mom had a really tough time adjusting. They started arguing, yelling at each other. Everything got so tense ... and I couldn't help but think about what had happened to Audrey; what had happened to her parents and then to her. I wondered if history were repeating itself somehow. If whatever had happened in that house had somehow spread here. I wasn't sure I could take my parents getting a divorce.""Dad moved out to the bunkhouse for a bit," there were new tears in her eyes now. "I ... I started getting depressed. I wasn't sleeping because I was having such horrible nightmares. I would cry myself to sleep at night, wake up from a nightmare and cry some more. I hated being in this house, hated being in this town, I