Author: Milachan
Title: Twists and Turns
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Reba and co don't belong to me…And I'm not making money out of it….
Reviews are greatly apreciated and expected...so pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase review!!!! I need to know what you think before I post the others chapters to this story!! This is my first fanfic and my first fanfic written in english so please don't be too cruel...lol
In the Hart's family house shouts could be heard from upstairs. For a long time it was all that could be heard in the house.
"How many times will I have to tell you not to leave your clothes scattered around the room?! I'm tired of cleaning after you! I'm not your maid, I'm your wife!"
"Could have fooled me!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well let's see…I have to give you money every month, you clean my house and…oh yeah, we don't have SEX anymore! You certainly sound like a maid to ME!"
"You jerk! Get out! I don't want to see your face anymore!"
"Well, if you continue to treat me the way you do you certainly will never see my face anymore!"
Reba stops at this, her face sickly pale. She drops the clothes she had in her hand and takes a step back, eyes filling with tears. But Brock is oblivious to her reaction; with an angry sigh he leaves the room slamming the door on his way out. Reba stands still for a few seconds, too shocked to move before she runs after him. When she reaches the living-room she hears the sound of his car driving away.
"Brock…don't leave me." – She whispers while tears fall from her eyes.
Brock doesn't come home that night and Reba can't sleep, she stays awake by the living-room window waiting for her husband.
"Mommy?" – She hears her son calling from the stairs, hastily whipping her eyes and putting on a fake smile she turns around to address Jake.
"Yes sweetie? Why are you up so early?"
"Mom, its morning already! Why didn't you wake me up for school?"
Confused she stares out the window at the clear bright day outside. She was so worried about Brock that she didn't feel the time passing.
"I'm sorry darling, I forgot about the time. Come on, I'll make you breakfast and then I'll take you to school and I'll explain to your teacher that you're late because of me. Ok?"
"Yeah"
"Could you wake your sisters while I prepare breakfast?" – She kisses the boy's cheek and goes to the kitchen.
Another night spent in front of the window and Brock isn't back yet. Reba is starting to panic. She doesn't want to worry the children, but they notice something is wrong. The first one to confront her is her daughter Kyra. On the third morning of Brocks disappearance she finds her mom once again by the window and decides to ask her about her dad.
"Mom?"
"Yes darling?" – Reba responds without taking her eyes from the window.
"Where's dad? I haven't seen him lately."
This gets Reba's attention. She turns around and looks at her daughter for a long time trying to come up with a good answer.
'I can't tell her about the fight, I can't tell her I think he is never going to come back…' – She thinks sadly.
"He's been working a lot dear. He comes home pretty late and goes to work early. There are a lot of things to do at his office. That's why he got an assistant. It'll be only for a short time."
Just as she finishes the phrase Brock comes from the Kitchen. Kyra runs to her dad and hugs him.
"I missed you dad. You are working too much."
"I'm sorry honey. Don't you have school today? I saw the bus just around the corner. You better hurry."
Kyra grabs her bag from the couch and runs out of the door, a few seconds' later Jake runs behind her. Brock looks at Reba for a few seconds not sure of what to say. She is so relieved he's back that she can't think about anything else.
"I'll go take a bath" – Brock says trying to break the uncomfortable silence. He turns away and goes to his room. Reba stares at the stairs before she goes after him.
"Brock, where were you?" – She asks after she enters the bedroom.
"Not now Reba, please. Just…give me a break." – He says tiredly
"No! You were gone for three days Brock! Three days! I think I deserve to know were you've been!"
"Fine! I stayed at a motel. Happy?"
He starts to take his shirt off on his way to the bathroom but she grabs his arm and stops him.
"Please Brock, we have to talk." – She says close to tears. He harshly frees his arm from her grip.
"What for? It will not solve anything! Let me take my bath please."
"Don't do this to me, please. I…I waited for you…I'm exhausted. I haven't slept since you left! I just…I'm so tired…" – she whispers the last part, eyes brimming with tears that falls on her pale face. Brock ignores her and locks the bathroom door behind him. The sound of the shower only serves to muffle the sobs that escape from her lips, but he can still hear her crying.
"What have I done?" – He quietly asks himself, voice clouded with pain and regret.
He wakes up in the middle of the night a little disoriented. With a look at the digital clock on the nightstand he turns in his bed searching for the body that should have been beside him but is not. More alert he hears the soft sound of crying and sits up. Looking around the room he soon finds his wife sitting by the window, clad only in a nightshirt that is too thin to use in a cold night like this. She is trembling so much he can see it in the moolight.
"Reba? What are you doing up?"
He sees her hastily whiping her face before she replies.
"Go back to sleep Brock, it's late."
He cringes at the weakness and pain he can hear in her voice.
"I know it's late, it's 4:30 in the morning. Come back to bed. It's too cold for you to be up."
"I'm not tired."
He gets out of the bed and walks up to her.
"Reba, you said you haven't slept for three days, It's impossible for you to not be tired." – He says while he grabs one of her hands but she evades his touch.
"Go back to sleep." – She whispers, voice cracking.
"I'm sorry. I…was an idiot…I am an idiot. I'm sorry I hurt you." – He says as he hugs her from behind. She tries to escape but he just tightens his arms around her.
"I love you Reba. I love you so much…"
After hearing this she gives up and let the tears she was trying to hold fall from her eyes together with the sobs that racks her lithe body. Brock sits on the floor with her securely in his embrace and just holds her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear to comfort her until she falls asleep in his arms, too exhausted to cry anymore.
The next day Reba wakes to find the bed empty, the place next to her cold. She panics thinking everything that happened last night was just a dream and that Brock was still gone. Getting up she runs out of the bedroom and go to every room in the house searching for him. She finds him in the kitchen table drinking juice and reading the paper.
"You're here." – She whispers getting his attention.
"Hey sleepy head. Thought you were going to sleep all day." - He jokes, a smile on his face that dies as soon as he looks at her. She is staring at him with a look of pure relief in her eyes, her face is white as a sheet, and her breathing is erratic as if she just ran a long way.
"Reba? You ok?"
"Yeah. I just…"
He watches her for a moment, confused when he notices the light tinge of fear still shining in her blue eyes.
"You thought I was still gone, didn't you? You came here looking for me..."
He puts the paper on the table and walks towards her. He gently caresses her face and kisses her mouth before he envelops her in a hug.
"I'm not going to leave you, not ever again." – He whispers and feels her relaxing in his arms at his words.
"Now, go back to the bedroom and gets ready because I'm going to take you out to have lunch."
She smiles that cute little smile and kisses him before she goes back to the bedroom to change.
"We will not fight again, I promise you Reba" – He whispers to her retreating form.
TBC