"I hate you."
Barely awake, I listen while Sam screams over the phone at Brad in the background. Apparently the two of them are fighting again. Since the baby was born, Sam has moved in with us and then back in with Brad. In and out, in and out so many times that I think I'm getting whiplash.
Dean rolls over and mumbles, "Is it Sam again?"
Rolling back over and falling asleep, he starts to snore softly while I listen to Sam rant about Brad cheating on her again. Somehow, him having sex with a woman is different then the two of them having sex with a woman. Shaking my head and trying to clear the fog from my brain, I sit up and wish i could just go back to sleep.
Knowing that it's only wishful thinking, I put the phone down and pretend to listen to her screaming. Pulling my robe on, I go to the bathroom and when I get back she has ended the call. "Great." I say softly because I already know that it
"Jenna, I don't know how you do it." Sam cries over the phone. "What do you mean?" I whisper and sit up in bed, frowning. Trying to figure out what is wrong now, I slip from under the covers and climb out of bed before Dean wakes up. "Brad didn't come home and Nicolette has been crying all night. You were right, I can't take care of her myself. If he doesn't come home soon, I will have to pay someone to help me. Or maybe you can?" I absolutely hate it when she whines. She sounds like a little kid who is throwing a temper tantrum. Not to mention, I already have a headache from her constant pestering. "Sam, I am no good with kids. I remember my grandma had me watch one of the great grandkids when I was seventeen and that didn't turn out very well. Of course, I think if it was my own child it would be different. At least I hope so." "But you have to help me.
"Bang""Smash""Bang"As I'm walking up to Sam's hospital room, I hear loud noises and then she screams, "Get out of here!"Hesitant, I slowly open the door and peek in before stepping in. Brad turns around and glares at me. Sam glances over quickly and smiles before returning her wrath to Brad and throwing a vase of roses at him.Shaking my head and wishing that I hadn't decided to visit today, I smile and say loudly, "Sam, you need to stop."She turns her attention to me and says, "He deserves everything I am giving him. He left and now Nicolette is in foster care."I step forward and scan the room for a chair on the other side of her so I am not in the path of her destruction. Walking by Brad, I mouth, "I'm sorry." And then continue to the chair. Watching this soap opera unfold, I sit back and wait for her to get done before I have a talk with her.Throwing a few more things around,
"You knew that she was doing drugs?" I spit and stare at Brad vehemently as I ask. He nods and looks apologetically before I ask another question. "How could you?" Walking around the room before answering me, he hesitantly says, "Because I have never stopped you from doing anything you wanted to, have I? I gave you anything you ever asked for." Thinking about that one, I realize that I can't say anything. He really did give me anything that I asked him for. There was never a question of it, till I asked him for a divorce and that's the only time he fought tooth and nail over anything I wanted. Glancing over to Sam, I notice that she is awfully quiet and then I figure out why. Looking extremely guilty, she holds something in her hand. I stand up and ask, "Can I see what you have?" She looks at me and quickly puts it away. "What?" "Don't play stupid with me. You know very
"Can you tell Brad for me that I don't want to see him right now?" The disgust in Samantha's voice is so evident that it drips off of every word.Right now I just want to smack the crap out of her. Two days ago, they let her out of the hospital and now Brad is desperately trying to get Nicolette back by using all the power and money he has to influence the judge. Thing is, Samantha doesn't want to have anything to do with him now that he won't supply her the drugs she is itching for. When I went over there yesterday, a stranger was sitting on her couch and I could swear that he looked like a drug dealer, but I didn't say anything. I have more important things on my plate. Yesterday, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive, of course it had to happen just when I was starting my fashion design business. I even have connections in Milan and Rome now. "Well, Sam you have to grow up. I am n
"Can you move over a bit? I can't see it just yet." "How?" I ask as the doctor as she stares at me waiting. She points towards the wall, so I scooch my butt a few inches that direction. "That's it! Do you want to know the sex?" I hesitate, because looking over at Dean I wait to see what he says. It has been 3 months since I took the pregnancy test and between the fashion design business and the whole mess with Sam and Brad, the time has flown by. Now we are in the doctor's office and getting my first ultrasound of the baby. So when Dean nods, I feel ecstatic. "Yes. We do." I practically yell because I'm so excited. Having my first baby is such a learning experience for me. When month two hit, I started having morning sickness and never thought that it would go away. I just figured that it would last the whole pregnancy and wondered how women for thousands of years went thr
"You asshole!" I hear as I dodge things being thrown all over the living room at Brad. When I walked into the room about five minutes earlier, Brad was getting screamed at and things thrown at his head, expensive things. Things I used to own. Now she is just flinging obscenities at him like a drunken sailor. Trying to stop her, I yell, "Sam, cut it out!" She glares at me and starts to say something, but quickly brings her attention back to Brad and screams, "You are such a complete shithead. I want a divorce!" Dropping my mouth open, I glance between Sam and Brad. When I look back to Sam, I realize that she has either gone completely insane or she is on drugs. Before this moment, I thought for sure that she was just having a temper tantrum. Now however, I am sure there is so much more to this. I cry out, "Stop!" again and this time she does. Sam walks towards me and put
"I just can't believe you." I scream at Dean as I enter the room. The last couple of days have been hectic because we have been trying to redecorate the babies room and now we are at my first fashion show. Being four months pregnant, I am really starting to show, so Dean is insisting that we get married soon. Talk about an interesting time. To top it all off, now I find Dean sitting in the backroom with a woman on his lap. Her hands are all over him and he doesn't seem to be trying to stop her very hard. So much for a wedding. The scary thing is, I actually thought he loved me and he was the one. Afterall, I am carrying his baby and everything. I thought we belonged together, but I guess it turns out that he is just another Brad and now I have to leave it all behind again. Crying, I dash out of the room as fast as a pregnant woman can and run straight into a very tall man in his sixties, with
"I can't believe you lied to me!" I cry out, feeling my world crumbling from underneath me."You were supposed to be the one person I could trust and now you tell me you are my real father?"Uncle Harry or should I say dad, sits next to me on the sofa looking bewildered after he notifies me that he is not my uncle but indeed my father. I am so confused and can't trust anyone now. What is going on? First, he shows up into my life on a day filled with so much anguish and now he is the one causing it."Darling, I didn't want to tell you at first because you would never understand. I loved your mother till the day she died and your father never knew. She only stayed with him out of duty because he loved her so much. See, just after they got married, I came back from the military and I realized I couldn't live without her. By then it was too late, she had already married your father that you grew up with.""But, why?&n
“Mom. Come look at this.” Link rushes over to me and almost falls in the sand right before he reaches me. Everyday, he looks more and more like a Minnie me version of Dean and I love every minute of it. Being so perfect, some days I wonder if I haven’t died and this is my version of heaven. What I do know though, is I wouldn’t change a minute of it for the world. It has been two years since the day Dean came back into our lives, I sit back and think as I watch Dean and Link playing in the sand at the playground. Last year we got married finally and made the whole family thing official. Link started preschool and we are expecting our little girl any day now. Dean decided that he gets to name this one Isabel and I agreed whole heartedly. It is a wonderful name for a vision of beauty. I can already tell that she has a mind of her own because the way she kicks me when she gets too hot, or my music is too loud. She makes me laugh and when I cry, I feel her suddenly move as if s
“Hey, what are you doing over there?” I look to see what Link is doing before I rush over to tickle him. Watching as he pokes his head from under the covers, I grab the sheet and pull it down so I can get to his feet. Wiggling and shrieking, he tries his hardest to escape the “fingers of death”, but eventually I succeed and tickle him till he screams out, “Mommmmmy, stop.” I glance at his face to see him laughing so hard his face is all red and scrunched up. It makes me chuckle and then I watch him laugh so hard he rolls clear off the bed when I grab his ankles and tickle his foot again. This tickle monster knows how to play the game and win. “O.K., O.K., it’s time for bed. Now that we have gotten out all that extra energy, you should be able to fall asleep right away. Or do we need the tickle monster to strike again?” I ask jokingly while tucking him in and stopping to wiggle my fingers. “No
“Did you get the cake?” I ask Johnson quietly, so Nora doesn’t hear. He nods before he picks up the bag from under the table and shows me. Today is Nora’s birthday. She has just turned 32 and is so excited, because Johnson asked her to marry him this morning. The first thing she did as soon as he gave her the ring and proposed, was to say yes and then call me to let me know. Screaming over the phone, I thought she was being murdered, till she finally spit it out. I can’t explain how happy I felt when I found out. She really deserves a happy ending. “Did you bring what I asked you to?” He looks at me nervously. I wink and whisper, “There is absolutely no way I would forget it.” As soon as I say it, Nora walks back in the room. “What are you two whispering about over there? You know that I don’t like secrets or surprises. I have had way too many of both of them today even th
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I turn over and all I find is a handwritten note on the pillow where Donovan was lying before I fell asleep. Turning on the light, I stare at it in disbelief while I read it, “Jenna, all these years I have loved you and because of that, you have ruined my life. I could have had a family with a loving woman, but all I could see was you and I constantly compared her to you. Knowing that she was never going to be good enough, I finally told her and she couldn’t take it, so she left me. Now you know how I feel and the rest of your life is ruined because there is no way any man will ever compare to me. You will spend the rest of your days wanting me and will never find me because there is no way I would ever be with someone so shallow. I hope you get your just rewards and when you go home late tonight, Dean leaves you because he sees you for what you really are. Just a cheap whore that’s looking for a go
Afterwards, we head straight to the motel that Brad and Sam stayed at so there would be less of a chance that they would recognize me. As soon as we check in, we go to the room and before I even shut the door, he grabs me and slams me against the wall feverishly kissing me and sliding his hands up and down my body. Assaulting me with his lips, his eyes peer straight into my soul. We are connected and I will never be able to go back to Dean without feeling remorse for what I have done.The only problem is the simple fact that making love with Dean turned me on endlessly, but Donovan rocks my world. It’s like we connect on a whole new level and knowing how that feels now, I can’t have sex with Dean and not feel that something is missing. This man has ruined me for any other.Closing my eyes for a split second, I see Dean and instantly feel horrible. How can I go on? I can’t marry him now. I just cheated on
Opening the door, I come face to face with Donovan. I barely recognize him, but he still has the same entrancing blue eyes that he did in high school. However, this version of Donovan Montrose is grown up and definitely better looking. At about 6 and a half foot tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a completely flawless complexion and a strong jawline, he is picture perfect. Literally like a model who just walked out of GQ. Not to mention, his muscles. He has the physique of a world class athlete. When I stand there staring at him and don’t invite him in right away, he asks, “Am I intruding?” Shaking my head, I reply quickly while motioning him in. “No, not the least. I am just surprised you are here. How did you find me and get in the gate?” “Your gate was wide open, for one thing. As to how I found you, I looked you up in the phone book. The two of you still have a landline.&nb
“Hey, so is 11:30 good for you?” I ask while getting dressed. Waking up late, I try my hardest to get back on schedule, but everything seems to be working against me this morning. “Yeah, that will be perfect.” He says excitedly. I can just imagine he is smiling from ear to ear over the phone like he used to in high school. That boy used to give me the creeps because every time I turned around he was staring at me. All my friends would kid me about my creepy boyfriend and that we should just get a room or something. I really had no clue that he liked me that way, I thought that they were just being idiots. But, the sheer fact that he remembered me after all these years and still gets excited to hear my voice says something strangely. Saying, “See you then.” I end the call and turn to Dean who seems to be not so comfortable with my little lunch date. “Why c
"Get out of here." I yell excitedly into the phone and then burst out laughing. "Yes, really it's me. I saw a newspaper article about your fashion design business and starting thinking about you again. Do you realize in high school, I actually had a huge crush on you?" Donovan, the man on the phone says with a deep male voice. "I had no idea." I reply softly and my voice trails off when I realize that Dean is starting to get really jealous. Not wanting to cause a conflict, I decide to end the call quickly and say, "Hey, can I call you tomorrow? It has been a really long day and I am tired." "Sure. What time?" He asks, sounding a bit put out. "How about 10 a.m.? Then maybe we can have lunch together to talk about all the old times. Does that sound good?" I ask quickly while watching Dean pace around the bedroom. "Yeah. Sounds fine." He states and f
"Don't move!" I hear a policeman scream in the background.I open my eyes and immediately wish that I hadn't, because the next thing I know I am getting body slammed by one of the police officers. "Stay down!" He exclaims before I feel my head being pinned to the ground and my face getting pressed into the pavement. As they handcuff me, I try to stay still so it doesn't hurt so bad.Crying out, I try to say, "Stop, please." However the officer doesn't listen.Being barely able to breathe, I try to take a deep breath and when I can't I start to sob hopelessly. He pulls me up finally by the elbow with one hand and yanks me mid air before placing me on my feet. "Stay still or I will have to do it again. Do you understand me Ms.?"Too concerned with the fact that everything hurts like hell now, I completely miss what he is saying to me so he yanks me around to face him and repeats himself while growling at