The wind was blowing gently through the trees. It was drizzling lightly. Outside, flowers had begun to spring up and bloom as the spring was beginning. A gentle breeze blew through Reba's hair. At that moment, to Brock she looked more beautiful then ever.
He made a mental note to tell her how much he truly loved her… and that despite everything they've been through he always would. He also made a mental note to apologize for acting like an ass and upsetting her the other day. They had a huge fight. She did something that irritated him and he had reacted harshly. At the time he didn't realize he was being unreasonable.
Now, as he watched her, seeing the tears glistening in her eyes like dew on a rose petal it was painfully obvious to him that he had overreacted and was too harsh. He knew now that in his hasty and harsh actions he had been an ass, not a man and hurt the one person he had truly loved. A sickening feeling of regret washed over him. Every book he had read, every friend he had spoken to told him he'd reacted correctly but he couldn't bear to see the hurt in her eyes. Her reaction to what he had done had sickened him.
On one hand he was aware that she had done something that was very irritating, KNOWING she was doing it. His reaction would have been different if he believed her behavior was not intentional. He felt that she was doing it to show him how she felt when he did it, and he wouldn't tolerate it. He blew up at her. He called her irresponsible, vindictive and as he had the kids over the summer she wasn't allowed to see them.
"You can't do that" "How many times have you done it to me when I was late. Now it's your turn. If you weren't doing it to be spiteful that would have been different. Now maybe you'll see how it feels"
"JUST A DANG FLABBIN' MOMENT. I WAS 11 MINUTES LATE YOU MONKEY'S BUTT. YOU ON THE OTHER HAND WERE HOURS LATE, NOT MINUTES AND WITHOUT A DANG PHONE CALL. I THINK THERE'S A MAJOR DIFFERENCE" "Don't care," Brock said, "take your lumps like an adult instead of a whiny baby"
Furiously Reba threw a rock at the window. It broke. "You just earned 10 more days of not being able to see them" Brock shook his head wishing he could turn back time. Knowing he had to make the first move he picked up Kyra's cell phone (figuring she wouldn't answer on his number) and dialed her cell phone.
"Hello?" "Okay so I was a jerk," he said. "You were just being yourself" "Come on over and we'll talk about it" "Talk about what," she said, "How you were a VANDICTIVE ASSHOLE?"
"Reba please… I can't stand what I did. I'm so mad at myself I want to cry. I didn't mean to hurt you." "Really! Well I don't see how you can 'accidentally' hurt someone the way you did
"and that's not even the worst of it. You didn't BOTHER to ask why I was late. You didn't bother to have a conversation and express your concerns. You didn't bother to consider the fact that I might have been stuck at a red light. You didn't account for the fact that I was 11 minutes late not 6 hours"
"You went WAY overboard and in banning me from seeing the kids you didn't even consider them. You didn't consider how it might affect THEM. Cheyenne could have the baby before the time is up. Don't you think that SHE would want both her parents there when she has the baby. Oh wait, you don't THINK."
"I didn't really consider that" "Like you never pay attention. You never think." "Please come on over. We need to work this one out"
Reba could see that he was regretful about what he had done so she cut him some slack. "Okay fine," she said and hung up. As she was crossing the street Reba didn't notice that a car had skidded on some black ice and was heading towards her at 110 MPH. "REBA LOOK OUT," Brock screamed but it was too late. The driver hit her breaks desperately trying to stop the car but the car crashed into Reba.
Brock rushed to her side. She was breathing heavy almost panting. "Brock…take care…of the…children…tell them I…love them and…I would never leave them… if I had…the option" "STOP TALKING LIKE THAT REBA. Your going to be fine"
But Reba didn't answer. She had passed out and was unconscious. Brock never felt so low in his life as he called for an ambulance. To make matters worse his daughter, Cheyenne had been driving the car. "I skidded on some ice and I couldn't stop," she sobbed wracked with guilt
"Cheyenne," he said pulling his sobbing daughter into his arms, "this was NOT your fault. It was an accident. Accidents happen and nobody is at fault here. Mom is going to be fine" At that point he ambulance came.