We Were Supposed to Grow Old Together
A/N: Ok, so I am writing again and I can't sleep, so if this sticks it is because I'm living on 3 hours of sleep.
A/N 2: Ok, this takes place at the very first episode. It starts at the time when Reba yells at Brock "You, you ruined everything! We were supposed to grow old together!"
A/N 3: Also, in this story Cheyenne & Van are collage graduates. They are about 21 and have been dating since high school. And Reba and Brock are in their late thirties.
Summary: True love is hard to come by, so when you have it; don't throw it away. (In other words, don't be a monkey's butt!) You'll have too read it too learn more.
Declaimer: I don't own anything but the story line.
Enjoy
Chapter One: Words from the Heart
"You, you ruined everything! We were supposed to grow old together!" Reba Hart screams into
her husbands face. She looks around, and then it hits her. She realizes what she said and runs up after her daughter, crying.
Brock looks around the room. Everyone has a surprised look on their face.
"Wow, Mrs. H. seems pretty upset." Says dimwitted Van.
"No kidding, Sherlock." Says a quite sarcastic Kyra.
"Kyra, why is mommy so sad?" asks little Jake.
"Jake, buddy, go play in your room for a while." Brock says.
Jake runs up to his room.
"Kyra, why don't you go with him." he says.
"Dad, I'm not as brainless as Cheyenne. I know what's going on. How can you do this to mom? Don't you have a heart? You're going to leave mom for this fruit loop, and when I say fruit loop I mean she dresses like one too." Kyra says.
"Mr. H., you really should go talk to her. She seems really hurt." Van says.
"No, Van. I think it's best if we just go home after the wedding." Brock says.
They continue with the ceremony, but Reba and Brock don't talk at all. After everyone goes home, Reba goes straight to their now her room. She does not say anything to anyone.
After the wedding, Brock goes back to his condo with BJ.
For the next few days Reba avoids Brock. The Van and Cheyenne go away on their honeymoon. Since it is summer, Reba is alone in the house. She has not seen nor talk to Brock since the wedding.
Reba was in the bathroom throwing up when Brock came into the house. He heard her and went upstairs too check on her.
"Oh, yuck." Reba says, while brushing her teeth.
"Reba? Is that you?" Brock asks.
Oh, Lord. What the heck does he want? Reba thought.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you getting married soon? Do you need to be with BJ, since she needs you?" She says in a mocking tone.
"Reba, I know you are hurt, but I need to talk to you." Brock says.
"You shouldn't need anything from me now, Brock. Remember, we are getting divorced." She shot back.
Brock was in what used to be their room, and he saw Reba. She looked very pale and her eyes no long had that shine he fell in love with. Her hair that was once full of luster was dull and lifeless. She looked weak and frail.
"Reba, are you okay? You look really sick." Brock asks, concerned.
"Oh, thanks Brock, you are so nice." She says sarcastically.
"Reba, I'm serious. You really don't look good." He says.
"I've been under the weather for a while. But why should you care, you don't have to worry about me anymore." She says.
"Oh, honey. I will always care about you." Brock says.
"Brock, I don't need you to worry about me. I'm fine. Now, go home." She says, walking down stairs.
"No, Reba. I'm not going to just leave you." He says, not thinking about how it sounds.
"Hello? You already did that Brock. There is nothing else for you to take." She says.
"Reba, honey. What's the matter? How long have you been sick?" Brock asks.
"Brock, that's none of you concern, anymore." She says, walking into the kitchen.
"Reba, you know I am sorry. How long have you been sick; I want to know." He replies.
"Okay, fine. I guess it's been a month or two." She says, while sitting down.
"A MONTH OR TWO! What!? You didn't say anything? Why?" he screams.
"Brock, I didn't really feel like we cold talk, since you were out screwing around with Barbara Jean!" she retorts.
"Reba, why didn't you say anything? We were still together a month ago. If you sick, you can't just not tell anyone." He tells her.
"Brock, don't worry about it. I'm fine." She says, walking into the living room.
"Reba, I still worry about you." He says, following her.
"Brock, leave me alone." She says.
"Fine, but promise me if you don't get better; you'll go to the doctors. Please Reba, do it for Me." he says, sincerely.
"Okay, fine. Now, leave me alone." She replies.
What Brock did not know was that Reba had already gone to the doctor's office. Oh, Lord. What am I going to do? I can't do this alone. And he does have the right to know, but how will I
tell him? Oh, why is my live falling' to pieces? She thought.
A/N: Okay, so I don't know about this story. I might continue it, or I might leave it for a while. I don't know. R & R to let me know what y'all think.
Until I write again.