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She sighed heavily. "I know." she was glad she had a friend in Brock, but on the other hand, she wished she and Brock would have had a bitter divorce. She wanted one that left them on opposite sides of the city, only seeing each other when they were exchanging children. She would always have a special place in her heart for Brock, but she wished a bitter divorce could have destroyed those feelings.
She felt her eyes flutter closed as Brock began to twist her silky, red hair around his finger. "Don't worry about what could happen to the kids. Just focus on the fact that they are all okay, sleeping soundly upstairs."
"I guess you are right." She mumbled into his chest before falling asleep in his arms.
As the sun rose, so did Reba. She quickly made her way downstairs and began taking down Halloween decorations. She used to love the holiday, but the extreme scare she had received the night before was still weighed heavily on her mind. If something would have happened to the children, she would be alone in a huge empty house that would be filled with the loudest silence one could imagine.
She smiled picking up the severed head that she had wasted so much red nail polish on. She shook her head before placing it into the cardboard box on the floor beside her.
"Hey Reba." Brock waltzed through the door as if it were his home. "You're taking down the Halloween decorations already?"
"Don't you have to be somewhere, like work?" Reba replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"No." Brock replied sitting at the base of the staircase. "There were no more appointments today, so i told my secretary that i was leaving early."
"Can you get that for me?" Reba asked Brock pointing to a fake cobweb that was hung too high for her to reach. "Thank you." she mumbled as he placed in back in the box with miscellaneous decorations.
Brock smiled after placing the fake filth into the box. She never asked for help, even if it was something simple. Maybe with each candle she blew out made her less stubborn.
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"Hey Reba!" Barbara jean barged through the door after Reba had eaten dinner that evening. "Let's go out!"
Reba looked up from her wine glass at the table. "No, that's okay. I would rather not go."
Barbara jean rolled her eyes. "It will be fun. We'll go man huntin'! Please Reba! Pleeeaaasssee!" she drug out the word, giving her best friend her best puppy eyes.
"Fine." Reba sighed heavily and knew she would most likely regret her decision in the morning.
The silence in the car was suffocating Reba. There was a question she had to ask Barbara jean, but she didn't know how to go about asking it. Was it her place to ask? Before she knew it, her lips were spewing out words. "Do you really think this is the best idea?"
"What do you mean?" Barbara Jean kept her eyes on the road, not knowing how to respond to Reba's question.
"You are still married, yet you are going out man huntin'?"
She waved her hand in the air as if it was no big deal. "Brock and i are having a little trouble right now. He knows i am only going out for fun."
"Does he?"
Reba surprised herself with how blunt she was being, but she believed that Barbara jean should be at home with her husband...or at least at therapy with him. She knew the hurt of showing up to therapy alone, trying to fix a marriage alone, and going to sleep because your better half was out drinking...alone.
"Of course he knows." Barbara jean responded. Reba accepted her answer, not pushing the subject any more. She wasn't going to lie, Brock was either extremely good at hiding his emotions, or completely fine with Barbara jean going out. She thought she knew which one applied, but she hoped she was wrong.
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"Hey ladies. Can i buy you some drinks?" a tan, good-looking man came over to their table almost as soon as Reba and Barbara jean had sat down.
"Sure." Barbara jean said, giving him a seductive look. The ladies told the man what they wanted and watched him walk up to the bar.
"He looks just as good from behind." Reba said checking the man out. Barbara jean laughed at her friend's comment as she stretched her neck to see his tight backside. Reba and Barbara Jean gawked over the man, seeing he was coming back to the table with their drinks.
"Here you go ladies." he smiled charmingly.
"Thank you." Reba said smiling sweetly. "What is your name?"
"I'm Craig." he said squeezing her hand lightly. Reba smiled when he didn't pull his hand away immediately. "You have beautiful eyes, by the way."
Reba blushed girlishly. "Thanks. You are very charming yourself." Barbara Jean quickly got bored. She didn't like being ignored by her best friend, so she decided to go man huntin' on her own. She left the two at the table and went to the bar to find a young, attractive bachelor.
"Maybe i will see you around?" Craig hinted that he wanted to see Reba again.
"Sure, just give me a call." Reba quickly slipped a business card out of her jeans and slid it into his back pocket. "See you around." she said flirtatiously before strutting away to find Barbara Jean.
"Hey." Barbara Jean giggled as Reba walked out of the bar with her. "You and Craig sure did hit it off."
Reba smiled. "Yeah, we did."
"Are you going to be seeing him again? Cause i wouldn't mind seeing his face in the neighborhood." Reba just shrugged and continued her walk to the car. Just as she was about to get in, she saw the man she had just met walking toward his own car, A silver Mercedes. She rolled her eyes, of course. She thought.
The alcohol rushing through her veins made her feet move on cue toward the car. "Hey," she said getting his attention. "Meet me downtown Friday at 7." she said sealing their date with a teasing kiss on the corner of his lips.
"See ya then." he said, already loving the woman strutting away from him. She turned back to give him one last playful glance before joining Barbara Jean in the car.
The car ride home was just as silent as the one there. The air became heavier with each passing red light. "You sure were flirtatious tonight." Barbara jean finally broke the silence by pointing out how bold Reba had acted toward a man she had just met.
Reba shrugged her shoulders, looking at the fading lights of downtownHouston. She had no idea why she had acted the way she did. For now, she was going to blame it on the whiskey that was rushing wildly though he body.
Please Review! i feel like the action went kind of fast, like it was rushed, but tell me what you think (:
