A/N: REALLY sorry it's been so long since I wrote a chapter… I didn't realize it had been so long.
Reba is finishing her statement from chapter one.
neither." She opened the door and walked out. "I can't stay here. I need to clear my head and make my decision by myself." Reba got in her car and started driving. She wasn't sure where she was going. She just had to go.
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At midnight, Brock and Terry were sitting in the bar waiting for Reba.
"Why are you here Terry? I said I needed to meet Reba here. Not you bud." Brock said with a smile.
"It's my bar. If you want to wait for my fiancé in my bar; you can bet I'm going to be here. Why do you want to talk to her anyway?" Terry asked. Brock refused to look at him.
"Oh, no reason. It's not a big deal. Just wanted to talk to the bride to be." Brock said.
"Are you sure that's all?" Terry asked as he tried to look Brock in the face. Brock still couldn't look at him.
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Reba drove all night long until she finally made it somewhere. She got out of the car and walked up to the house. She hadn't been here this late at night in a few months. It was odd for her to be there. Reba fumbled to find the spare key outside the front door. She picked it up and unlocked the door. She walked in and saw a dark figure standing there. She walked closer to him.
"Don't take another step." A male voice said. Reba stopped.
"Daddy?" Reba asked.
"Reba? Is that you my carrot top?" He questioned.
"Yeah." Reba replied. He put the gun down. Reba's mom walked down the stairs in her robe and turned on the light.
"J.V. what were you going to do with that gun?" She asked.
"Helen, I was going to blow away the guy who was trying to break into our house, but turns out it is just Carrot top." He replied. Helen looked at Reba.
"Reba! Darlin! How are you? Why are you home?" Helen hugged her daughter. Reba pushed her long, red, curly hair behind her shoulder.
"I'm here because I have an issue that I need to take care of." Reba said.
"What's going on?" J.V. asked as he walked up behind Reba with his arms crossed.
"You remember the two guys that I told you about? Terry and Brock?" She asked.
"Yeah, the guy you're dating and then the other guy in the bar." Helen replied.
"Well Terry asked me to marry him today, but I love Brock. What do I do?" Reba sat on the couch and put her head in her hands. Helen sat next to her daughter.
"We can't make that decision for you Reba. Sounds like you need to sit and work it out for yourself. Your daddy and I will be here for you no matter what." Helen squeezed Reba's shoulder.
"I'm glad, because this decision is going to be a difficult one." Reba replied.
"Well, do you want to go up to your bedroom so we can go back to bed?" Helen asked. Reba nodded.
"Yeah." Reba stood up and they all walked back to the stairs.