I put a very tired little boy and myself on a plane back to Miami. Tomorrow life must go on. I don’t have to teach at the gym, but I do have to work at The Masquerade Club. I dread seeing Turner and that whore, Krista. Maybe I will get lucky and neither of them will be there. If only, I could never be so lucky.
When I pull into work the next night Krista’s car is in the garage. Fantastic, I yell to no one. At least I don’t see Turner’s car. My phone beeps telling me I have two unheard voice mails. I listen to the first message, it is from my dad checking up on me the second, is a few days old it is from Turner.
“Hey pumpkin tits, I was hoping to catch you before my flight. Parker Garrett bumped the meeting up. I was stuck in a meeting with a few of the dancers when you left. Hope everything is okay. Call me when you can.” End of messages.
My stomach drops. My chest clinches. Turner says he was in a meeting. Which means I am an idiot and he is in Vegas? Was I seeing things when I watched Krista walk out of that room followed by Turner?
Guess I will have to put my big girl panties on and ask Krista. Making my way into the club I am greeted with hugs and condolences. My radar is set on one person, Krista.
She is seated at one of the dressing tables applying her lipstick.
“Hey you got a minute.”
“Hey stranger, sure what’s up?”
“The last night I worked, when you were in the lounge with Turner, what was that about?”
“Oh, um the meeting. He was talking to a few of us about the big meeting in Vegas. He was seeing if there were any of us who would be able to fly to Vegas to do a live demonstration for Parker Garrett. I wasn’t able to go because it was so last minute. Why?”
“Just curious, so who is Parker Garrett?”
“PG is only the most eligible bachelor in sin city. Girl I can’t believe you have never heard of him, I mean he’s no celebrity, but he is in the tabloids. He is sex on fire! Did you and Turner have a lover’s spat or some shit?”
“He is not my lover, keep your voice down, there are ears everywhere in here. Do you know when he is coming back?”
“I think he will be here tomorrow night, but I’m not positive. I told you my lips are sealed. Turner has already talked to me about the importance of your non –relationship staying unknown.” She puts her fingers up making quotations at me.
“If he lands the account in Vegas, I hope I can transfer there. I think he has a great shot though. I heard somewhere along the line that Turner went to college with Ritchie and Parker.”
“Who is Ritchie?”
“Damn you really are out of the loop aren’t you? Ritchie owns the franchise, they all played soccer together I think. I bet you can find it online.”
Great, I mumble putting my tail between my legs. I should have thought better of Turner. He never gave me a reason to doubt him or his feelings for me. And now when he comes back I get to make an ass of myself by telling him I fucked Brody! Maybe I shouldn’t tell him, but I can’t do that. My lies have only brought me misery. Maybe if I am truthful for once karma will shine down on me. Yea sure, I snort. Fuck now I am talking to myself.
The night passes by in a blur. I haven’t heard anything from Brody since the other night. Maybe he was only interested in sleeping with me one last time. Not like it matters, now that I know he is drinking I am determined now more than ever to keep him from Aiden. Curiosity rears its ugly head so I start Googling Turner Mathews. Let’s see who you really are.
A few pictures pop up of him playing soccer in college. There is even a photo of him standing with Parker Garrett and Ritchie Donavon. But the one article that grabs my attention is one about him giving up a chance to play soccer in Brazil. I click on the article and begin reading more. Standout soccer star, Turner Mathews, has turned down an opportunity to play in Brazil. When asked why he would give up the chance he stated no comment. Sources close to the athlete speculate that he takes care of his older brother who has muscular dystrophy. The cost of his brother’s care is too great for his parents to afford on their own and he has given up on soccer to work to help pay for his care.
Wow, Turner really is an amazing man. Now I know what he meant about loving someone and not giving up on them. And I have ruined my chances with this remarkable guy. When I tell him I slept with Brody he will walk away. But I can’t not tell him. One lie only leads to more. I walk Aiden next door to Caroline’s her nephew is staying the weekend with her. He plays so well with Aiden.
Tonight I get to be up on stage. Dancing is a welcomed distraction. I haven’t been able to get Turner or Brody out of my head. I dress in a gold bustier. It coordinates perfectly with my black shorts and gold mask. I clasp my pearls around my neck. Pearls always make me feel classy. Trina gives me my cue and I make my way onto center stage.
The music starts, tonight my song of choice is ‘Damaged’ by ‘Danity Kane.’ It fits how I feel about Turner. I take the strand of pearls between my teeth as I slither my way across the stage. I lock my sights on Turner, he is behind the bar. He looks so fucking good. I stop dancing when our eyes meet. He looks away and I continue my routine. Will he still want me, does he still want me?
Chapter Thirteen
We haven’t spoken in days. I finish my dance and head to the dancers lounge. Turner follows me, but he doesn’t lock the door. “Hey,” he gives me a hug. “I am so sorry about your mom. Had I known I would have cancelled my trip to Vegas. I should have known something was wrong when I didn’t hear from you.”
“I know, I’m sorry I was being an idiot. How did your meeting go?”
“Great, I did it. I think I landed the account. Ritchie has to finalize the deal but once he does you are looking at the co-owner of this club.”
“That’s great, I am really happy for you.” He leans in to kiss me. My guilt makes me stop him. “Turner I have to tell you something.” He looks at me with a curious face. “I did something stupid. The other night when I last saw you. I tried to come into the lounge and the door was locked. I sat at the bar and waited to see who would come through the door and I, uh. I saw Krista walk out and she was wiping her mouth. And well the point is, you walked out after her and you were buttoning your sleeves. I thought.”
“You thought what, Darby?”
“I thought you were in here with her. I didn’t stick around to find out what was happening. So when you called me I ignored it.”
“Don’t you trust me? I would never hurt you! I told you I would try and I meant it.”
“There is more. My mom passed away. I was so hurt and confused. I called Brody and he came here for the funeral. I had every intention to tell him about Aiden, but somehow I ended up in his hotel room.”
“Just stop Darby! I don’t need to hear the rest.”
“Please Turner I need to explain what happened!”
“Darby I told you I would walk away, this is me loving you enough to do just that.”
Watching him walk away is so hard. I want to run after him and make him see. I don’t love Brody. I want him and only him. I need Turner to understand. I need him, Aiden needs him. Instead I stand frozen in place, hoping and praying he will walk back through the door and tell me it’s okay. I keep waiting but he doesn’t return.
I finish out the rest of my shift without seeing him anymore. I am pretty sure he has left for the night. I pick my little man up from Caroline’s even though he is supposed to be spending the night. I don’t want to be alone tonight.
There is a knock on my door and I am so excited Turner must have changed his mind. He has come to tell me he can’t go on with out me. But it isn’t Turner.
I open my door to a broken Brody, this is not the way I last saw him. His hair looks greasy; there are purple circles under his once beautiful green eyes. Now they are dull, lifeless even. I don’t need to ask to know why he is here, he knows the truth.
“What gives you the fucking right to make a decision like that for me? Just who in the hell are you Darby? What kind of pe
rson does that, and to their child. I had every right to know! Every fucking right!”
Brody goes down on one knee clutching his chest like he can’t breathe.
“Just calm down! Let me explain, please don’t wake Aiden.”
“Why don’t you calm the fuck down? Your days of making my choices are over! I want to see him Darby! I want to see my son.”
“Okay. You will see him, but not like this. Not while you are upset. And not when you have been drinking!”
“Don’t do that. Don’t talk down to me like I am a child you are taking pity on. You can’t keep him from me any longer! Aiden, daddy’s here!” He shouts taking a step towards the hall.
I take a step in front of him. “Brody please, just stop and think for a moment. If you go barging into his room shouting and waking him up, you will scare the piss out of him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, was I not good enough for you?”
“Brody, you were my everything. I wanted a better life for you than what my dad had. Can’t you understand that? I wanted you to live your dream and you did, you still can if you pull your head out of your ass!” I grit my teeth in frustration; this isn’t how I pictured our conversation turning out.
“How did you find out about Aiden, who told you?”
“Didn’t you see the picture of the two of you sitting next to my boss, Marty Walsh in the newspapers? It only took me one look at the picture to see that he is mine!”
“Brody, please!”
“It wasn’t your choice to make Darby! You’re a selfish bitch. I would have been, no I am going to be the best dad. Tomorrow I am calling my lawyer, I have rights. I won’t try to take him from you, like you have me. But he will know me, and you can’t stop it.”
“I have wanted to tell you, but I just never felt it was the right time. I was going to tell you when I made the choice to keep him, but you had just been signed to play with the Red Jackets. Then after that you got married. I didn’t want to cause you any problems. Then your divorce happened and the tabloids reported your troubles. I didn’t want to add to it.”
“We could have had a great life together Darby. And damn if I don’t still just want to take you in my arms and never let you go again. But I don’t know if I can ever forgive this. I want to kiss your lying mouth even though you don’t deserve it.”
Brody grabs me by the back of my head and forcefully shoves his tongue down my throat. He smells like a seedy bar. I used to ache for this moment, but not like this. I push him back.
“Tell me you still want me, Darby!”
“Not like this Brody, you’re drunk and upset. We will talk tomorrow.” A tear falls down my cheek. I hate that he looks so lost, so undone.
“Please take a cab back to your hotel and I will make arrangements for you to meet him and spend some time with him.”
He takes a deep breathe and let’s go of his clinched fist. Without another word he writes down the name of his hotel on the back of my cable bill that is lying on the kitchen counter.
He starts towards the door; he places his hand on the knob. “Brody I am so sorry I lied to you. I hope one day you can understand.”
“Sorry you lied! Well doesn’t that just make you a beautiful liar then?”
He quietly shuts the door. The shock finally hits me that Brody is here. He knows about Aiden, and that I have kept him from being a father. What in the hell kind of mess have I made for us? He is never going to forgive me. I can’t blame him.
I wish Marla were still with me, I miss her so damned much. Some moments I forget she is really gone. I still can’t bring myself to sit in her chair, but I can’t bring myself to part with it either.
I clutch my heart and sink to the floor by the door. Turner and Brody hate me. Brody is going to take Aiden from me and turn him against me. I can’t lose him too. Aiden is all I have. I hear tires squealing in the distance and pray harder than I ever have. I pray that Brody isn’t behind the wheel.
Chapter Fourteen
Two days have passed and I haven’t been able to reach Brody. It is being reported on the news that he is missing. I can’t turn on the TV or the radio without hearing about it. God I hope he is okay. I don’t think I could take it if something happened to him after the terms we parted on. Why did I let him walk away so angry? I keep replaying his last words to me over and over again, doesn’t that just make you a beautiful liar. The word liar seems to echo through my mind.
I am sitting in the floor playing cars with Aiden and listening to the radio, he loves music.
The broadcaster cuts in with a special report. This is Chip Morgan interrupting your program with a special report. We are receiving numerous unconfirmed reports that baseball super star Brody Case has been found dead. It appears at this time that he has died from injuries sustained in automobile crash.
They say they are moments in a person’s life when time actually stops. It stands completely still and you can’t hear or feel anything. This is that moment. I blink, turning off the radio and switching to CNN News on the TV. I see Brody’s picture plastered across the screen. They cut to a live scene showing a wrecker pulling a mangled heap of metal from an embankment.
Sources will neither confirm nor deny that this car, you see here being pulled from this embankment belongs to baseball star Brody Case. Brody Case, the name echoes through my head a thousand times. Please God no! I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach. I recognize the car, because it is the same one he rented while he was here for my mother’s funeral.
Pain hits me with such force I don’t think I can survive this. I put a pillow over my face to muffle my screams. I don’t want to scare Aiden.
Caroline is knocking on my door, I hear her calling my name but I can’t answer her. She lets herself in with the spare key.
“Darby, its Caroline are you home?”
I weakly make my way back to the living room and find her hunched down in the floor talking to Aiden about his cars.
She see me and catches me just as I am about to greet the floor with my face. “I, I can’t do this Carol. I can’t watch. What are they saying?”
“They have been reporting the same thing for an hour now. They won’t release anything concrete until they have talked to family. That’s how they handle things like this. How about some tea? Want me to make you some tea?”
“No I don’t want any fucking tea!” I don’t mean to snap at her. I know she is only trying to help. It’s only been one week since I lost my mom. Fate can not be this cruel can it?
“This is entirely my fault, I pushed him too far. I killed him Caroline! I killed Aiden’s father!”
“Hush, hush with that talk. You did no such thing child. You didn’t do that,” she points at the wreckage on the screen.
“I’m going to take Aiden to the park for a bit, will you be alright if I leave you here alone?”
“Yes,” I sniffle. “I won’t do anything stupid, I’m all Aiden has.”
She places a kiss on my forehead. I can’t bring myself to look at Aiden right now. He looks so much like his father. All it took was one picture for Brody to know he was his. Why didn’t I let him sleep on the couch? I should have offered but he was drunk, and I was afraid he would try to take Aiden. He wasn’t thinking clearly. Everyone will blame me, and they have every right to.
My phone chimes, it is my daddy calling.
“Hello,” I answer through broken sobs.
“Sis, I take it you’ve heard the news.”
“Yeah but the news hasn’t confirmed anything.”
“I didn’t want to tell you like this, but it’s true. Brody is gone. I just talked to his Aunt Reba, the one who works at the bank.”
My phone hits the floor. I just want to curl up right here on this ugly yellow floor and die.
“Darby!” I hear my daddy shouting my name repeatedly but I can’t talk to him. He is going to ask me why Brody was here, when he already knows the answer.
“I, I have to go.” I hang up on
him. He keeps calling me but I don’t have the strength to answer.
When Aiden is old enough to understand he will hate me. He is never going to forgive me. And Brody died hating me. He died hating me, I keep repeating the words to myself but they aren’t sinking in fully. Losing my mother was fucking hard, but this is unbearable. Marla was in pain she was ready to go. But Brody he had his whole life ahead of him. He is supposed to be meeting his son for the first time, not being pulled from a ditch. How will I ever tell Aiden about this? He will never understand. Hell I don’t understand. I just want hit something or someone. I want to break something.
I shakily pick my self up from the floor. I start breaking anything within my reach. Dishes, mugs, pictures, “NONE OF IT MATTERS!” I cry out with all I have.
I slide back down to the floor sitting in the shards. Flecks of broken glass are digging into my skin, but I can’t feel the pain.
My phone won’t stop chiming. “Shut the fuck up!” I slam my phone down on the floor. I’m not sure how long I sit here in the floor crying and screaming at myself. I will never be able to make things right now. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair!”
I feel a gentle squeeze on my knee. I look up to see Turner crouched in front of me.
“Pumpkin, I am going to pick you up and set you on the table. Then I am going to look at your legs, you’re bleeding.” Standing up slowly he cradles me in his arms. The glass is crunching beneath his feet. Gently he seats me on the dinning room table.
“Don’t move,” I do as he instructs, I don’t have the energy to do anything right now.
“Where is Aiden?”
“Caroline has him.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen. First I am going to clean the cuts on your legs. Secondly, you are coming home with me. I don’t want you to be alone right now. Third I am going to call Caroline and see if she can keep Aiden overnight, and if she can’t I will take care of him.”
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