Title: Deceived
Chapter 2: The fallout
Time: Summer-Fall 2008 (when the Reba show would be starting season eight)
Characters I don't own: Reba McKinney-Hart, Brock Hart, Kyra Hart, Jake Hart, Cheyenne Hart-Montgomery, Van Montgomery, Elizabeth Montgomery, Barbra Jean Booker, Henry Hart, Jack Morgan, Mike Holliway, Liz Hart, Buzzard Booker, and any other characters from the Reba cast.
Characters I do own: Anyone not part of the Reba cast – original characters developed for this story include: Maggie Hart and Alex Hamilton.
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This chapter will consist of scenes that will be in regular font, not italicized font. I use the italicized font to distinguish between author's notes and regular scenes. I use bold font when things need special emphasis and flashbacks.
Author's note: Reba is really confused. The imposter is very convincing. Brock was imprisoned and tortured for information. That is how the imposter can convince Reba and the kids that he's the real one because he knows as much as the real Brock does. The kidnappers tried to convince the Brock that recently returned that he was not the real Brock. I'm not sure if I was clear, but Brock went missing and then returned to his family after they thought that he was dead. Eight years later, a man returns to Houston claiming to be the real Brock Hart. He claims that his kidnappers held him for almost eight years and sent an imposter home to live as Brock Hart. She's going to have to do spend some time with both men to determine who she thinks is the real Brock. Spoiler: She'll be kissing both men. She has to figure out which man is the love of her life. She was married to both of them.
Previously- Meanwhile, Brock was still kissing Reba. "I dare you to ever forget me. I dare you," he said to her as the kiss ended. He smiled at her and held her face in his hands.
Mike was worried about Reba's blood pressure and mental state at this point. "Yeah, that's good. Come on, let's go," he said to Brock.
Brock continued to look at Reba. He handed her the wedding photo. "You hold onto this, okay? That's you and that's me. I am the man that made you so happy." He held her hands in his as they held onto that photo together in that moment. Reba watched as Mike led Brock away. Cheyenne walked over and threw her arms around her mother. Jack and Kyra walked over to their mother. Kyra was still fiercely holding onto her little sister. Reba held her arms out to her children. "Group hug, you guys." They stood there hugging. She placed a kiss on each one of their foreheads. After the hug, Cheyenne was still standing there with her hand over her mouth, shaking. It was a bad night for Van to be visiting his parents with Elizabeth and the baby. She had never needed her husband more than she did at that moment. Reba looked at Cheyenne. She started to cry again and put her arms around her.
"Hey guys, look. Maggie's fine. Isn't that what's important?" Kyra commented. She wanted to bring their attention to the small child in the room so Reba would kick into mother mode once more and get into her "Grr, I'm Reba" attitude for Maggie's sake. Maggie had been through enough for one night.
"Mommy, was that man my new daddy? I sure do like him a lot better than my old daddy," Maggie remarked.
Reba smiled and took her little girl into her arms. It was time to go home. Her children had been through enough for one night. Jack would have some questions to answer, but not tonight. It would have to be another time in private. Tonight, she let him drive her and the children back to Reba's house.
What happens next? Stay tuned to find out! Keep reading to find out more!
The answers to the questions above will be revealed as you read the story. Here is Deceived!
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Brock sat in a dismal solitary jail cell, wondering what else could go wrong in his life. He was looking for someone, anyone to recognize that he was Brock Hart. He had faith that his family wouldn't let him down, but it was hard to wait in the meantime. Just then, Barbra Jean entered the jail to see him.
"Where have you been? I just knew that you'd be the one to get me outta this," Brock said to her.
"You think I'm here to save you?" Barbra Jean was surprised that he would think such a thing. "The person that I'll do anything to save is my husband, Brock. Who in the heck are you?"
"Come on, BJ."
"Don't call me that."
"Why? That's what I call you, BJ."
"Don't call me that! I'm warning you!" The man was making Barbra Jean angrier by the second.
"You could call me Sir, if you want to. Just like when you first started workin' for me."
Barbra Jean became flustered by his comment and memory that popped up in her mind. "You've done your homework. You're good. I'll give ya that."
"What has that guy been tellin' you?" Brock turned to sit down in his cell. "He's a fraud, you know."
"My husband is not a fraud. You're the fraud."
"Sure about that?"
"Yes, I am," Barbra Jean stated defiantly.
"As sure as you were five minutes ago?" Brock asked casually. "Wait until five minutes from now."
"I don't plan on bein' here five minutes from now."
"Well, I didn't plan on bein' here at all."
"Really? 'Cause the real Brock Hart is always doin' somethin' stupid and gettin' in trouble. I just knew that he'd end up in jail one of these days. He just doesn't think about the consequences."
"Is that how you really think of me, BJ?" he asked softly.
"Don't call me that! You don't know me!"
"Then why are you here?" Brock was tired of this conversation going round and round in circles. "If you have so much faith in that man that you lie with every night…"
"I know my husband!"
"Why are you standin' right here?" Brock insisted. "Why? You're not so sure about anythin', are ya?"
Barbra Jean looked really mad and annoyed that this man knew how to probe her like that. "You took a chainsaw to my life last night. Why in the world wouldn't I be here?"
"Trouble at home?" he quipped, knowing that she wouldn't find it in the least bit funny.
"We will be just fine once we have you taken care of," she snarled at him.
"So, he didn't answer any of your questions last night, did he?"
Barbra Jean skirted around that one. "Brock doesn't know why you're here either or what you want."
"You sure about that?"
"Yes." Barbra Jean answered confidently. She was going to stand by her husband. It was like Kyra said. She and Brock really loved each other. "He's just as upset…"
"He didn't twitch, huh? Upset?"
"Yes!"
"How about you? Are you upset?"
"No, I will be fine once I get some answers from you."
"Me first!"
"What? Are we negotiating?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not? That was always fun. You were always really fun."
Barbra Jean was at her wit's end. "Who in the heck are you, huh?"
"I'm Brock Hart."
Barbra Jean sighed. "What do you want?"
"I want everyone to wake up and realize that they've been had."
Barbra Jean was overcome with rage and tears. "I haven't been had! Now, what's your question?"
"How could you fall for his act? How could you do that?"
Barbra Jean was momentarily stunned by the sincerity in his voice. She wasn't sure what to do at this point. "I should have known better than to try to reason with you."
"How could you fall for that guy? How could you fall for his act?" Brock wasn't showing any signs of letting up on her.
Barbra Jean started crying again. "I love my husband. I have loved my husband for years."
"That day in the office after you caught me crying over my broken marriage, you said that you loved me. You love Brock Hart and he's standin' right here."
"You've done your homework. Good for you. How much money will it take for you to go away? The thing about my husband is that I know that he's for real. You see that day when he came back from being missing. When everybody thought that he was dead. I looked into his eyes and I knew that he was the man that I loved."
"Loved?" Brock put emphasis on the d, past tense.
"Look, I don't know what you're tryin' to do here. I don't know if you're tryin' to get back at Brock for somethin' or if you want to extort money from him. I don't know what it is that you're doin', but I'll tell you one thing, whoever you are. You are not gonna destroy my family."
"It's my family. My family! Cheyenne is my family. Kyra is my family. Jake is my family. Maggie is my family. Should I include Henry in that, BJ? Is Henry my son?"
"Listen to me. You will never get near him. You are unbelievable!"
"You know how I feel about my children. About being a father."
Barbra Jean looked him straight in the eye. "You are not Henry's father."
"Are you sure?"
"I got pregnant after Brock came back home. It was after he reconciled with Reba. Things went back to bein' shaky again and we slept together one night in the x-ray room."
"Fine. I just can't believe that you can't tell the difference. I'll tell ya somethin'. Reba can because she really loves me. You only thought that you did. You did somethin' to make that idiot brother of yours come after me."
Barbra Jean looked at him with exasperation. "I've had enough! You're just pissin' me off, whoever the heck you are."
"You threatened me, BJ. You threatened to hurt me if I went back to Reba, my wife! I'm sorry that I hurt you, but you have to see things the way that they are. I'm sorry for the way that I treated you. I'm me and I'm right here. I'm just waitin' for you to accept it." Brock held out his hands.
Barbra Jean looked at him and turned to walk away. Brock was overcome by emotion. His life was in shambles because he cheated on Reba with a woman he didn't love who was obsessed with him. He set these events in motion from the first time that he'd taken her to bed. He leaned his head up against the bars of his cell and hoped that someone else who really loved him would come along. In the meantime, Barbra Jean went home. Her husband went over to greet her at the door. "Hey," he greeted her tenderly.
Barbra Jean was still in shock by the visit at the jail so she reacted fearfully.
"What's wrong? I've been tryin' to reach ya. You wouldn't answer your phone. Are you alright?"
Barbra Jean looked at him and searched his eyes, hoping to find some truth in them. "Are you an imposter?"
Meanwhile, Reba came to see Brock at the jail. "Hi, Red. Thanks for comin'." He smiled and reached out to her through the bars and she wasn't sure how to react. "How's Maggie? Is she okay? She looked so confused last night. I didn't mean to scare the kids, Reba. I just got so upset and angry and I lashed out without thinkin' of them. I'm sorry."
"She's okay. She's a little confused by everythin'. All of the kids are. Maggie is only seven, Brock. She's seen a little more that she's should've seen lately for her age, don'tcha think?" Reba stood her ground with her hands on her hips.
All Brock could think about was how beautiful she was when she got angry. He had to snap out of it if he wanted to get anywhere with her. "She was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Barbra Jean's idiot brother was crazy. He pulled a gun on me. She showed up and he threatened to shoot her, too. I wasn't gonna let that happen. She's just an innocent child. I'd give my life for my daughter, Reba. I want her to know me. I want her to know that I am her father!"
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Let's not make this any harder on the kids."
"Really? 'Cause they weren't in the least scarred before when their father went missin' and we thought that he was dead." Reba's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"I love them, Reba. I love my kids and I love my family. I'm the same guy that took you on that second honeymoon to Hawaii."
Reba was flustered. She was trying to react calmly with a clear head, but he was making that impossible for her.
"It wasn't him who took you to Hawaii. I remember walkin' along the beach with you at night, holding hands. We made love right on the beach late at night. We even made love in the water during that trip. I can't count the number of times that we made love on that vacation."
Just then, Reba found herself caught up in memories of her and Brock in Hawaii late at night. She remembered making love to Brock in the water. She'd always wondered if that was the moment that Maggie was conceived. She remembered what it was like to kiss him. It had been so long since she'd kissed him. They hadn't kissed since way before the divorce, when the fighting started again and he turned to Barbra Jean again for comfort.
"There are only two people in this world who would remember somethin' like that. I'm one and you Reba, you're the other."
Reba's breath hitched in her throat. Her body was so close to his, even with his body behind bars she didn't trust herself. Was she so desperate to be with Brock that she could be with someone who simply looked like Brock? Was that enough, if she could be with Brock again? She had to remind herself that he was married to her best friend. She had to stop these thoughts about Brock and create some distance against the man that was causing these memories to come flooding back. Her eyes filled with tears. "It's no secret that Brock and I conceived Maggie in Hawaii. You're a good con man, but I don't have anything that you want. I don't have any money. I'm a single mom with four children and two grandchildren. Well, five children if you count Van."
"Van's been part of the family ever since Cheyenne brought him home in junior high. They were just friends back then. I'd do anythin' for you, Red. Anythin' I have is yours. Of course, I don't have much now. Just like when we were first startin' out."
"How do you look so much like Brock?"
"I am Brock, honey. Come on, Reba. I'm your husband and you know it."
Reba shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. That's not possible. Brock and I have been divorced for seven years now."
Brock sat down and gently told Reba his side of the story. "They locked me up for almost eight years. I was tortured daily. I was drugged."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just know that it has somethin' to do with Barbra Jean's crazy brother."
"Buzzard? I just can't believe that. He's been in jail for years up until last year."
"I don't know. They said that I had somethin' that they wanted, but they wouldn't tell me what it was. I escaped and I came home. I was really looking forward to startin' my life again, but some guy who you and everybody else are callin' Brock Hart stole my life. He's a fake. I'm your husband, Reba."
"So, this man that I've known as Brock for almost eight years is what?"
"I don't know what he wants, honey. Don't ya believe me? Come on, Red! Look at me!" Brock stared straight into Reba's shimmering eyes. "You know me. You of all people should know me. I understand about the kids. They were young, but what about you?"
"What about Barbra Jean?"
"I know that she believes me deep down, very deep down. It was typical of her not to admit it, but you're the one. I can always count on you."
"Why?"
"Because I trust you above all others. You have never ever given up on me, on us. I've given you so many reasons to over the years." Brock had tears in his eyes and his voice was strained by the emotion. "Sweetheart, don't give up on me now."
"Almost eight years ago, my husband was beaten very badly. He went missing and he nearly died. Yes, he's different. Who wouldn't be after what he's been through?"
"You found me after I'd been beaten. Do you remember?"
Reba's thoughts took her back to that terrible night when she'd found him near dead.
"I didn't die that night, Sweetheart. You got me help. I'm alive because of you. There's someone runnin' around Houston impersonating me. But you know in your heart what's true, Reba. You know in your heart that guy is a fake. I'm your husband, honey."
"How do you know about that night?"
"Because I was there! I was on bedrest for a while and you took care of me. Do you remember? I was hoping that we'd have another baby and we did."
"That's a lie. Brock had a vasectomy because he didn't want any more children with me."
"That wasn't me? All of my parts are in working order, Red. I still remember the first time that you put Cheyenne in my arms. When I looked at our baby girl, everything changed. You did that for me, honey. You changed my life. You and the kids have made my life so much better than it would've been without you. You taught me about what a real relationship is supposed to be like. My parents were bad examples of love and marriage. You know that. You taught me about how great love can be. You taught me how to be a father and a better man. Honey, I didn't know the first thing about kids until Cheyenne was born. I was sure that I'd be a terrible father after havin' John D as an example. You changed that. You have this way of gettin' me to do things. You made me see what the right thing to do is."
"John D died seven years ago."
"Oh." Brock sat down in his cell again. He was clearly stunned by the news.
"I'm sorry. I thought that maybe you knew."
"No, I've been locked up. News doesn't travel that fast in places like that."
Brock was upset when it happened. It took him awhile to come to terms with it. I helped him spread John D's ashes at the golf course at the country club."
"Oh, really? How did that go? Bein' at a golf course in the middle of the night," Brock smirked, remembering the night that he first took Reba to the golf course that late at night.
"Typical of you to go there. I was only there to help my soon-to-be ex-husband bury his father respectfully before BJ turned it into a circus. It was the first time that I'd ever seen Brock cry. He apologized for everything. He said that he was sorry about the divorce and everythin'. We still have those moments even after all these years when he tears up and apologizes for everything that went wrong between us. That's okay with me. I try to be a good friend and understand that he's going through some hard stuff. He's in therapy and he's havin' problems with Barbra Jean. I just wish that he didn't do things like that 'round Maggie 'cause it upsets her when I tell him to go on home."
Brock walked over to the bar of his cell. Reba was stand just on the other side of those bars. He held out his hands as he talked. "You told me that even if I didn't have anybody else, you would be there for me always. You said that even if no one loved me, you always would. I never understood why you'd love someone so damaged, but you did. You loved me just as I was. That was when I knew that I needed to be a man that was worthy of your love. I'm so sorry about the separation. I should've never left. I should've stayed and fought for you, fought for us. Was that a lie, Reba? Was it all a lie? Were we a lie?"
Reba turned her head so he wouldn't see the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. She pulled herself together and turned to face him once more. "Yes, I did say that. I will always love Brock. I can't wrap my head around this. How are there two Brock Harts?"
"Heck if I know. You came to me, you know. You came outside the house to investigate a noise. That was me."
"You? Did you break the picture of me and Brock? That was taken during our vow renewal ceremony."
"I am Brock. I am your husband. The man at that ceremony wasn't me."
"Why didn't you say somethin' that night?"
"You were inside with him! Because you were there with him. I heard you tell him that you would always love him."
"Of course, I do. We were married for eighteen years. We have three children together."
"He's a fake! You've been conned, Red. You've been conned."
Reba became flustered again. "This is crazy!"
Brock nodded. "This is crazy. Maybe I'm crazy. Lord knows how they've pushed me to the edge. The only reason that I'm sane at all, Reba , is you. Knowing you were there and that we would be together forever. You saved me, honey."
"Look, Brock and I have always had a bond that keeps us connected."
"Well, did you feel it? Did you feel it while I was gone during the past eight years? I know that you felt it too."
Reba started to cry. "This is impossible. You can't be Brock."
"What's impossible is that you saw good in me in the first place. You saw me as someone that you could share your life with and have children with. That was the impossible part. I'm sorry that I forgot that for a while. It was a midlife crisis and I was a fool. You are the only person who has loved me so completely, so unconditionally. Is what I'm asking you to do now any different? I'm askin' you to believe in me again. I know that I've done some terrible things to you and you still go on lovin' me anyway. You're in my heart and my soul. All I'm askin' you to do is believe in me because I am who I say that I am. I'm your husband and you have to believe in me." Brock was driven to tears himself at that point. He was literally begging her to believe him. "I know that if you believe me, then everything is gonna be okay." Brock leaned his forehead against the bars of the cell.
All Reba knew was that she had to get out of there. She couldn't handle any more stress and strain on her blood pressure. "I'm sorry. I've got to go. I promise you that I will get to the bottom of this." She said it with such conviction that Brock had to believe that he was getting through to her. He knew that it was only a matter of time. A little while later, Cheyenne showed up at the jail. Brock's eyes lit up when he saw her. He smiled. "Hi, Shorty. You're all grown-up. I'm so glad that you believe me."
Cheyenne pulled up a chair and sat down across from him. "Okay, so you know my nickname. Let's see what else you know about my family and me."
That's when it hit Brock that even his beloved little girl didn't believe him either. "They're my family, too."
"That's what we're gonna find out." She looked at him in the eyes coolly. "If you are my father like you say that you are, then you won't have any trouble answering a few questions." She dug into her purse to pull out a piece of pink stationary with her handwriting on it.
"Is this a test?" Brock asked her.
"You're darn right this is a test!"
"But Sweetie, you called me Dad," he responded gently.
"I was in shock."
"Probably, but I could see in your eyes that you know who I am."
"Okay, you got me when you called me Shorty. I'm not a little girl anymore and that is not gonna be enough to convince me."
"If you are who you say that you are, then you are gonna have to come up with the goods," Cheyenne warned him.
Brock relaxed and sat down in the cell. He was confident that he could answer her questions and get through to her. "Fine, go ahead. Fire away."
"Okay. What was my favorite stuffed animal when I was little?"
"Fred, the magic frog. Next?"
"First pet?"
"A goldfish named Cinderella. You overfed it and it died."
"Favorite place?"
"The old playhouse in the backyard. We tore it down when you were eleven because you wouldn't share it with Kyra. Your mother and I said that if you wouldn't share it with your sister, then we would tear it down. You said that you didn't care as long as Kyra didn't step foot in it."
"Favorite mode of transportation?"
"Taxi, especially when you're grounded."
"Who did I hate most in the world?"
"Any guy who showed up at the door to date your mother while we were separated."
"What did I do to those guys?"
"You dropped a bucket of sardines on their heads. It smelled up the living room somethin' awful, but it was really great. I never got a chance to tell you that though."
"No chit-chat here, okay? What did I buy with a credit card that I stole from Mom?"
"A pair of new jeans to impress Van."
"On Kyra's sixth birthday, she and I had a battle. What did I use as a weapon?"
"Silly string. How am I doin'? Do you believe me now?"
"Why should I? I don't know how you got those answers. Barbra Jean said that you could've been spying on our family for awhile now. You have been spyin' on us, haven't you? That's how you cheated."
"Really? I've only been back for a couple of weeks now. Are you sure that's enough time for me to spy to collect information on details like those?"
"You cheated! Admit it!"
"I didn't cheat. I remember everything 'cause it's my life. I know it, every moment and every detail."
"That's the problem. After so long, most people would forget a detail here and there, but you memorized Brock Hart's life."
He sighed and tried to answer her patiently. "I memorized my life because I had to relive it every day. It was the only way that I could keep myself from goin' crazy."
"Nice save. Did you prep that one, too?"
"I didn't prep anything. They're my memories. I had to hold onto somethin' and I chose to hold onto you, Kyra, and Jake because you're the most important things in my life."
"Don't do that! You're not my father. Jake was right. You just can't be. Jake doesn't lie."
"Okay, why not?"
"Because my dad loves us. And he loved me. He may not be perfect, but he would've never stayed gone away from us for almost eight years. Eight years!"
"Sweetie, I didn't have a choice. I would've come home if I could've."
"I don't believe you. I don't know who you are or why you are doin' this, but it is cruel! I'm leaving." Cheyenne turned to walk away. She dropped her purse and bent down to pick up the items. One of them was Elizabeth's stuffed frog.
Brock bent down to help her. He put his hand through the bars to help her retrieve her items. He picked up the stuffed frog. He held it out to her. "Here's your frog."
Cheyenne snatched it away from him quickly. "It's not mine. It's Elizabeth's."
"Who's Elizabeth?"
"My daughter."
Brock's eyes were full of shock mixed with fatherly concern. Cheyenne was too young to be a mother yet. Of course, she was slightly older than Reba was when she had her, but that was beside the point. "Your what?" His voice shook slightly as he asked the question.
"You don't know about her?"
Brock shook his head. "No. Not entirely my fault. News travels slowly to remote hidden prisons were people are kept after being kidnapped. A kid at your age. You are a child. You are my child. You have a daughter?"
"I got pregnant when I was seventeen. It was an accident, but she is beautiful. She's perfect and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Brock smiled at her. "Well, there you have it. I know exactly how you feel. Can I ask you somethin'? Who's the lowlife who knocked you up?"
Cheyenne didn't like the question. Van was not some lowlife. He loved her and they had two beautiful children together.
"I asked you a question, young lady. Now you answer me right now!"
"Don't you call me young lady!"
"Who was it?"
"He is not a lowlife."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"No, you won't! Elizabeth's father is a good person, a great person. He is my first love."
"Tell me all about this pillar of society, this great person. Does he know how to use a condom?"
"It's Van. It happened during our first time. We didn't know that you could get pregnant the first time. We heard the lecture from Mom. We're married now. We got married and lived with Mom. Mom made sure that we finished high school and helped us while we started college. Van has a really great job and we have another baby now, a boy."
"Van Montgomery? Don't get me wrong. I like him. He's been like part of the family, but his parents are awful. I didn't want you to marry into that family."
"Well, they felt the same way about us."
"I'm a grandfather?"
"No! My father is. You aren't."
Brock didn't react to that remark. "Do you have a picture? Do ya? Do you have a photograph of Elizabeth or Elizabeth and the baby? Can I see it?" Cheyenne pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She showed a picture of her children on the cell phone to Brock. Brock started to cry again. "She looked just like you. She has your smile. I remember the first time that you smiled at me when your mother put you in my arms. You smiled at me like this." Cheyenne started to cry, too. "It was the first time in my life when the sun came out. Your son has my father's eyes, John D's eyes. Thank you so much, my little Cheyenne."
Cheyenne grabbed the cell phone back from him fast. Mike Holliway walked into the holding area with another officer. "Let him out," Mike said to the other officer.
Brock's eyes weren't moving off of Cheyenne. "What's goin' on?" Brock asked.
"You can come with me. Both of you." Mike led him out of the holding area. Cheyenne followed them. Reba and Barbra Jean arrived at Barbra Jean's house. "I wish that Kyra would answer her phone. I feel like we should all be together for this." Barbra Jean explained.
"We should wait until we know exactly what's goin' on before we tell anyone else," Reba responded.
"Sure. That's a good idea, Reba. We are makin' the right decision, aren't we?"
"Absolutely. Come on, we don't have a choice."
"I'm really terrified right now."
"That makes two of us." Barbra Jean led Reba into the house, where the other Brock was talking with Jack Morgan.
"I don't owe you or anybody else an explanation…." He stopped midsentence as Reba and Barbra Jean entered the room.
"What's this I hear about a DNA test? What the heck is she doin' here?" he asked Barbra Jean.
"She has the right to be here, too."
"Be here for what?"
Jake came running down the stairs. "Dad, there's a police car out front. What's goin' on?"
"We agreed that this was the best way to do this. Um…" Barbra Jean tried to answer.
Just then, Mike Holliway came into the room with Brock and Cheyenne.
"Would someone like to tell me what's goin' on?" the other Brock asked.
"Um…"
"What's he doin' here?" he asked, pointing at Brock.
"We are now going to hear the results of the DNA test," Barbra Jean explained.
"It's time to find out who the real Brock Hart is," Mike announced.
Everyone held their breath for the big announcement, except the other Brock. "I'm the real Brock Hart. Everyone knows that."
"Then you shouldn't object to havin' it proven once and for all," Barbra Jean responded.
"There's nothin' to prove as far as I'm concerned, except that Jack Morgan and this guy came up with a scam and thinks that you guys are gonna buy it. Why is he outta jail? What's goin' on?"
"You've heard of bail. I'm sure that you've had to use it before," Brock responded.
"Who bailed him out?" He demanded to know.
"I did," Reba revealed.
"Is that how it's gonna be now between us, Reba?" the other Brock responded.
"I'm not taking sides," Reba insisted.
"Right. I'm feelin' a distance comin' from you all of a sudden. You of all people should believe me. You are the mother of my children."
"This is not about beliefs. This is about facts and a DNA is the best way to get an answer to our questions once and for all."
"There shouldn't even be any questions."
"But there are now. We are gonna learn the truth today. Barbra Jean and I felt that we should gather anyone who's affected by this to hear the results. I want to find out which one of you two is the father of my children. Which one is Brock Hart?"
Mike opened the envelope with Brock's results.
"Why are we doin' this to Dad. It's wrong!" Jake responded.
"Jake, this isn't about you," his mother said to him.
"This DNA test is wrong! Don't do this to him. This is my dad. That guy is just some creep!"
"Jake, Mom is right. We need to find out the truth once and for all. That way, everyone will leave Dad alone because we will know who our real father is."
"No doubt at all. We can't question science. Tell us the answer, Mike," Reba commented.
"You did a DNA test with DNA that you acquired illegally. That's against the law," the other Brock argued.
"Reba ordered a paternity test and we got a court order so I haven't done anything illegal. Your wife gave us the material with your DNA. We ran the DNA from Maggie, Cheyenne, Jake, and Kyra and ran it against the DNA from both of you. Do either one of you wanna deny bein' Maggie's father?" Mike explained to him.
"Not a chance. She is my daughter and Reba is my wife," Brock stated confidently.
"Mike, what does it say?" Reba asked.
"One of the samples was conclusive. He's telling the truth. He's Brock Hart. He's the father of Maggie, Cheyenne, Jake, and Kyra Hart," Mike revealed.
Barbra Jean's face turned white from the shock. She turned to look at the man that she's known as her husband.
Cheyenne went to hug Brock. "Dad, is it really you?"
"You are Brock," Reba said; finally ready to believe the truth.
"What is wrong with all of you? This is my dad," Jake said to them.
"The test has to be wrong!" the other Brock argued. "I expect my own wife to believe me. Maybe not Reba, but at least Barbra Jean."
Barbra Jean didn't say a word. "This is crazy. You all went along with him," Brock responded.
"Who are you?" Reba asked the other Brock.
"I don't like bein' accused of bein' a fraud in front of my own children. This is low, even for you, Reba."
"You lied to us, day after day and year after year."
"No, Reba. I haven't. Use your instincts now, honey. Don't do this to me. We brought that beautiful little girl into the world together. We are the parents of four beautiful children."
Mike held up the second envelope with the results of the DNA test from the other Brock. "It looks like he's a match, too. The test says that he's also Brock Hart."
"How can that be possible?" Reba asked.
"Are they twins?" Cheyenne asked. "Jake, don't bother sayin' somethin' mean like Kyra would say. I'm just havin' an awesome brain moment, that's all." Jake rolled his eyes. Cheyenne was still being as self-centered as usual.
"I think that I would know if I had a twin brother," Brock commented. Reba sighed and rolled her eyes. She would accept any plausible explanation at this point. That was as good of a reason as they could get right now. She would have to call the one person who might be able to clear this entire mess up.
Okay, so the story ends here for now. Brock is trying to convince everyone that he is the real Brock Hart. The lookalike is still trying to convince everyone that Brock is crazy. They have identical DNA. Who can clear up this mess and identify the real Brock Hart for sure? The children are divided on the issue. Cheyenne and Reba don't know what to think. Just when they accepted what Brock is telling them, they get evidence to make them doubt him again.
Barbra Jean is afraid of who she might be married to. She was married to the man that she loved who was the father of her child, but was he really Brock Hart? Reba is dating Dr. Jack Morgan, who somehow knew that a lookalike had taken over Brock's identity. How did he know? How did Buzzard get involved in all of this? What did Barbra Jean do to set the chain of events into motion? Why did Buzzard want to kill the real Brock Hart? The only person on Brock's side is Mike Holliway, Reba's ex, who happens to be his former best friend and Maggie, Reba's daughter. Brock is hoping that another DNA test proves that he's Maggie's father. He wants to be with Reba. He's also becoming friends with Mike again. How will he react when he finds out that Mike and Reba dated while he was away?
To be continued...
What happens next? Stay tuned to find out!
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