Risking Fate (Mitchell Family #4)(39)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Before I turned back around to face her, I heard something unzipping. “It’s okay. Maybe you’d like to use your hands instead.”

Heather stood in front of me and removed her zip up jacket. Underneath was a pink bra. I purposely looked up to her face. She may as well have been colored red with horns, because that is how I saw her. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve been with someone else. How bout a drink? Got anything strong?”

“Ty, I am starting to wonder if this is all some scheme. I mean, you have never had any problems touching me before.”

“It’s been a long night. I just need to relax. You know I can’t get it up if I’m stressed.” What the f**k did I say that for?

Heather must have believed me, that or she was just so obsessed with sleeping with me again that she would stoop this low. Whatever the case, I sat back down and pondered how the f**k I was going to convince her I needed those papers without physically having to touch her anymore.

“My mother only keeps scotch.” She handed me the glass. I swirled the ice around and took down the whole thing at once. It burned my throat and tasted horrible.

I sat the glass down on the table and contemplated my next move. Heather, wearing only a bra, sat down next to me and started kissing my cheek and neck. She was purposely pressing her chest against my arm, seeing if I would react.

I could feel her hands reaching between my legs, but it was as if, I couldn’t move my arms. When I did lift them, everything moved in slow motion. I felt Heather climb on my lap and her face touch mine, but I couldn’t speak. She was becoming blurry, and laughing the whole time. I just sat there until all I saw was black.

When I opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was. It was dark in the room and I was lying down. The clock next to me said three thirty. As I tried to sit up, my head was pounding. I put my hand over it, as I attempted to focus on what the f**k was going on. I jumped back when I realized I wasn’t alone and I was in a bed, with nothing on. A naked Heather was spread on her stomach next to me.

I tumbled to the floor and searched the room for my clothes. After grabbing all that I could find, I ran out of there and into the bathroom. The vomit projected out of my mouth and barely made it in the toilet.

What the hell happened? I never would have done this. I never would have touched her that way. I had to be dreaming. This was all a nightmare.

Then my nightmare stepped in the doorway totally naked. “You okay, Baby?”

“No! What the f**k happened? How did we get in your bedroom?”

She came into the bathroom and seemed not to care that she was stark naked. I cringed just looking at her and started throwing up more. My life was f**king over.

“It was just like old times. After your third scotch, it was as if we’d never been apart. You did things to me that you’ve never done before.” She ran her hand through my hair and it actually hurt to have her touch me. “I miss your longer hair. You never should have let that little bitch cut it off.”

I backed away from her and started making my way past her naked body. “I have to go!”

I ran out of that house as fast as I could. I didn’t grab the bag, or even a shirt, but managed to grab my cell phone before running out the door. Luckily, I always left the keys under the seat and was able to grab them without going back into the house. In the pitch black of night, I bolted off of that street.

That bitch put something in my drink. She drugged me. She ruined my f**king life. I wasn’t just losing my daughter I was losing my wife. I promised her no more secrets and there was no way I could live with something like this.

I pulled over to a parking lot and started crying my eyes out like a little f**king baby. How I ever could have thought that pretending to be interested in that evil bitch was okay, instead it was insane. My wife, my daughter and my babies would never forgive what I’d just done. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t remember it at all. Hell, I couldn’t even kiss her without getting sick.

I grabbed my barely working cell phone and dialed Conner.

Amy?

Amy? No it’s Ty. Conner, I f**ked up.

I could hear him stirring and wondered if my beautiful wife was asleep in his arms. When I heard the door squeaking, I knew he’d gone outside.

Where are you? Randa’s been worried sick.

I’m in the parking lot at work. Look man, I swear to God that I don’t know what happened. I got there and couldn’t get near the bitch. I felt sick the whole time she talked. Next thing I know I’m drinking some liquor and waking up naked in her bed.

The line got silent and I knew Conner killing me would be better than Miranda hearing the truth.

Conner, I never would have done that shit. That bitch drugged me. I just woke up. I left everything in her house and drove away. My life is over, Man.

I’m tryin’ to be a brother here and not someone that wants to kill you. How do you know you had sex?

I was naked. She was naked. You figure it out.

That don’t mean it happened. Drive home. I’ll wait outside.

If you’re going to kill me, use a gun. Make it fast Conner. I can’t take this guilt anymore.

Just get your f**king ass home. I ain’t goin’ to kill ya.

Even after I hung up the phone, I sat in the parking lot considering what I could possibly do to save my family. Miranda was never going to forgive me. My marriage was over and there was nothing I could say to save it. I promised her and I meant it when I’d said it. How could I have done something like this to her and to myself?

I arrived at my house about twenty minutes later. Conner was standing out at the barn, looking down at his phone. When he approached me, he saw I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I climbed out of the truck and prepared to have the shit beat out of me. I deserved it. I wanted it to happen.

“Jesus Christ, where’s your shirt?”

“I couldn’t find it. I ran out of there as fast as I could.” I stood right in front of him just waiting, but as the seconds passed, I dropped to my knees and cried into my hands. “I’m so so f**king sorry, Conner. I promised her forever and I meant every word of it. I know you hate me. Just hit me. I deserve it so much.”

He got closer and kicked at my leg lightly to get my attention. “Stand up! I ain’t goin’ to hit ya. Christ Almighty, you need to get yourself together.”

I let my hands fall but the tears wouldn’t stop. I was being a f**king pu**y when I should have just toughened up and accepted that I ruined my life on my own. Thinking about losing them, even Conner was too much to take. “My life is over. I can’t live without her, Conner. You don’t understand how much I love her, how much I love them. What the f**k am I going to do?”