A/N: I realize that there is a character in Reba Season One named Bill (the plumber). This is NOT the same guy…just so everybody knows.
Chapter Two: What Are You Doin' Here?
Reba walked up to the person still standing in the entryway. She kept quiet so no one would hear and said sternly, "Bill, what are you doin' here?"
"I came to see you." He replied calmly.
"How'd you find where I live?" Reba asked as she shoved Bill out the front door and closed it behind them, leaving everyone in the house wondering.
"It's called a telephone book, Reba."
"You don't know my last name since I was married."
"Oh, yeah," he started with sarcasm, "and it's so hard to pick through all the 'Reba's' in Houston to figure out which one you are."
Reba sighed, "Look, I don't want you here alright? My life is goin' along fine without you in it! I don't need this right now."
"I see you still have that beautiful Oklahoman accent. I always did love your voice." He said after a slight pause, as an attempt to make conversation with her. She knew exactly what he was doing.
"Bill, stop tryin' to butter me up, ok? It didn't work then, it won't now."
"I know. But I promise I'm a changed man. Those classes the judge made me take while I was in prison really did somethin' for me."
Reba sat down on the bench. "Oh yeah, right." She replied simply, and looked away. Bill sat down next to her, attempting to get her to look at him.
"Look Reba, I can understand why you don't wanna have anything to do with me, but I promise you, it won't be like it was. It'll work this time, I promise." Reba automatically knew very well the last sentence he said.
"Bill, you said that every time. Why should I believe you now?"
"You just gotta have faith." She turned quickly to look at him but before she could say anything, he put his hands to her face and brought her in for a kiss. She turned her head just in time and he got her on the cheek. When he let go, she stood up.
"Just…stay outta my life, ok?" She then walked back through the front door and quickly locked it, just in case. She turned with her eyes closed and sighed. When she opened them, everyone was staring at her quizzically. She just put her hands up and quickly shook her head, basically saying "don't ask." She then walked to the kitchen. Everyone in the living room except Elizabeth and Henry, not knowing anything was going on, look at each other with wonder. Then everyone looked at Brock.
"Oh, alright." He said and went to the kitchen with Reba. When he walked in, Reba was downing a glass of white wine with the bottle on the counter.
Brock walked over next to Reba and put a hand on her back. She jumped at bit. "You ok?" he asked softly. Reba took a deep breath.
"Yeah." She sighed.
"'Cause I don't think you really are." There was silence for a couple of minutes. "Who was he?"
"No one."
"Seems like he was someone."
"He's just someone deep in my past and I plan on him stayin' there. I don't need you or anyone else tryin' to dig him back up!" she shouted and left through the back door after grabbing her purse.
At first Brock just let her go, thinking she needed some space. Then he looked at the counter and saw the half-gone bottle of wine she'd drank, and he knew she liked to drive when she was stressed. He quickly ran out the door after her before she could do anything regrettable.
When he got out the door, he saw her walking towards the car. "Reba! Wait!"
She heard him call out to her and thought about going on, but sighed and stopped anyways. She turned to see him running to her. "Reba, what are you doing? You know you can't drive, you've been drinking." He put his hands on her shoulders. "I don't want anything to happen to you." He stared deep into her eyes for a moment. And she stared in his, seeing the care for her. Brock then removed his hands. "I mean, for the kids' sake." He quickly covered.
She squinted her eyes at him with anger. "I wasn't gonna drive you mo-ron! I just needed some space from everyone so I was going to go for a walk. I think my Christmas Eve is ruined enough, I don't need anyone trying to make it worse." And with that, she turned and continued down the sidewalk.
Brock, still feeling uneasy, went back inside to let everyone know she just needed some time to herself. They all still worried that something may happen to her out there on the streets, or she may still harm her self, unintentionally or not. Brock tried to help the situation. "Guys, come on. We all know Reba. She'd never do anything to hurt us. She'll be fine." Everyone knew he was right. Reba wouldn't hurt her family by hurting herself. Still, they sat impatiently in the living room waiting for her to come back through the front door.
