Spirits of Hope (sequel) - 07
patpijig on Mon Mar 17, 2008 10:48 pm
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"You weren't drunk?" Brock was stunned. The silence in the room was so intense, they could hear a pin drop.
"Forget it, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. We'll never speak of it again." Reba got out of the bed pulling the sheet to wrap around her naked body, exposing Brock who was also naked under the blanket, but she didn't care.
"Reba, wait!" he bounced off the bed and grabbed one of her arms before she disappeared in to the bathroom, he swung her around to face him. He gripped her upper arms with both his hands. "You meant it? I thought you were drunk when you told me..." asked Brock, Reba glared at him hurtfully as she swallowed the lump in her throat, trying not to break down.
"Forget about it, okay? It's over. You're sorry, I regret what I did. There, we're even."
"No, it isn't over. It barely started. You told me you still love me last night, you meant it?"
"Look, I'm insane. I haven't been myself lately. I may have said something that I didn't mean to. What happened between us is just physical attraction. Now let me go. I have to get ready. We're checking out soon." Reba tried to remain calm.
"Reba, I've known you for almost thirty years, you are not letting yourself go for just physical attraction."
"Then we'll go with I had a little too much to drink, and I needed a man."
"Reba..."
"Forget about what happened, forget about the whole thing, forget about this trip. We're going back home and nothing happened between us. No one will know about this. We'll move on with our lives." Something in her voice told him to let go. He let her disappear into the bathroom with the blanket still wrapped around her body. Brock sat on the bed thinking about what happened, thinking about what she said before she drifted off. She said she tried to stop loving him but she couldn't; she said she still loved him.
Reba dropped the sheet on the ground and stepped in the shower. As soon as the warm water ran down her face, she let her tears fall along with the water, crying her eyes out. She shouldn't have kissed him when they came back, she shouldn't have let it happen, she shouldn't have told him she still loved him. Her tears blurred her vision, but she could still see him standing at the opposite side of the clear glass shower door.
"Brock you pervert, get out of the bathroom!" hollered Reba, trying her best to cover herself. Brock didn't listen, in fact, he opened the door and stepped in the shower. Reba slapped his face with her anger, cursing and shouting at him with tears still rolling down her cheeks. "Get out!" Brock ignored her order. He pulled her into a hug; Reba struggled to free herself from his arms. The more she struggled, the tighter his arms wrapped around her.
"I knew you'd cry in the shower," said Brock after she stop fighting. He held her tight with one hand pressing her head to his shoulder. He felt the hot tears running down his chest along with the warm water from the shower. "Honey, I'm glad what happened between us happened. I'm glad you weren't drunk. I'm glad you told me you still love me."
"I don't know what the heck happen to me Brock, I don't know what's real and what not anymore. I keep seeing things happening in my weird illusion happen and I'm scared." tears still rolled down her eyes, water still running down her back. She buried her face in Brock's shoulder. She held on to him tight.
"Reba, look." Brock cupped her cheeks, making her look into his eyes. "I want you to forget about everything you saw, and remember just one thing, that we belong together. That's all you should remember, and forget all about the rest." Brock wiped her tears away with his thumbs, and planted a tender kiss on her trembling lips.
"I'm sorry I slapped you" Reba placed her hand on his face.
"I kinda saw that coming actually, barging into your shower like this." and that just reminded them...
"Crraappp!!" grumbled Reba glancing at the clock as she was drying her hair. "I really want to forget everything like you tell me, but how can I when things keep happening?"
"What do you mean? What's happening now" Brock was casually watching Reba working on her wavy red hair.
"We're checking out late!"
"Were we checking out late in your illusion too?" Reba nodded "What were we doing checking out late?" asked Brock with a dirty grin.
"Do you even have to ask?" Reba glared at him. "Call the front desk, tell them we'll be a little late."
"If I tell you, we're not late, would that break the curse?" Brock wrapped his arms around her waist, taking the scent of her hair.
"It's five to eleven, and we haven't got dressed, how could we not be late?" Reba puzzled.
"Being a member to the country club, the hotel allows us to check in an hour early and check out an hour late. So technically, we're not late." Brock explained, nudging the crook of her neck with his nose and placing kisses on her bare shoulder.
"That's good that we're not late, but if you don't stop what you're doing, we will be." Reba politely protested, yet she threw her head aside and gave him better access. Brock took a deep breath and reluctantly let her go. It was a long drive back to Houston, he'd look forward to when they would have to stop halfway tonight.
"We should stop at Fisheye Bottom, just in case we found Barbra Jean, this trip wouldn't be a waste." suggested Reba after they left the hotel.
"A waste? I wouldn't call this trip a waste. Last night alone was more than worth 24 hours drive."
"But it'd be nice to see what Barbra Jean's up to." said Reba picking up her cell phone, trying to dial Barbra Jean's number again. She stopped trying since they arrived in Vegas. And still no pick up. "Urgggg!!" Reba was giving up. "Brock, let me ask you this, if Barbra Jean thought she made the mistake for leaving you, would you take her back?" Brock tried to find an answer that wouldn't put himself in trouble.
"Depends on the situation I guess..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, I can't take her back while being with you, can I?"
"Are you saying if you're not with me, you'll take her back?" it looked like he managed to stick his foot in his mouth again.
"No, I didn't mean that. For crying out loud, woman, please stop interpreting what I say the wrong way. What I meant was I'm giving you my first choice." Reba was about to say something but he cut her off "No! I didn't mean I get to make the final choice. I mean if you're willing to take me back, then I'd rather be with you, and if you don't want me back in your life I might give her another chance." Brock hoped he got himself covered. "Will you take me back?"
"I'll think about it." although she had thought about it before she threw herself at him, but playing a little hard to get shouldn't hurt. "I'm hungry, can we stop and get some lunch?" said Reba, rubbing her tummy. Then it was just dawned on her, she wondered if they had created a little miracle. Brock stopped at a family restaurant next to the interstate. Reba rolled her eyes when she saw her waitress: a busty blonde waitress who openly flirting with Brock.
"She probably used to work at Hooters." commented Brock.
"Yea yea..." Reba almost lost her appetite seeing how Brock enjoying his attention. "Can I get you anything else, sir? Is everything all right, sir? Want more coffee, sir? Want a piece of me, sir?" Reba mocked the girl.
"She deserves a good tips for this kind of service don't you think?" Brock laughed
"I'm still waiting for my iced-tea!" Reba grind her teeth, she got her iced-tea a short moment later. "Brock, what's the colour of her eyes?" Brock was stumbled at Reba's pop quiz.
"Errmm... Blue?"
"They were brown you mo-ron! Look up!"
"I wouldn't know, 'cause I was busy looking at your eyes." Brock tried to sweet talk to get out of trouble. Reba glared at him.
"Was it black or dark brown?" more with the pop quiz
"Definitely black!" referred to the colour of the waitress's bra. Reba stomped his foot underneath the table. Well, at least the food was good. After lunch, they continue their journey to Fisheye bottom. Reba took over driving, and let Brock rest a while.
"I think I know what I want from that mini golf game." said Reba with her eyes locked on the road.
"Not an implant I hope, 'cause I'm happy with what you've got. Ouch!" her eyes might be locked on the road but she managed to swing her arm over and hit him right across his chest without even having to glance over. "I'm sorry, I was just kidding. Wait..." Brock protected himself from getting hit again. "Okay, tell me what you want."
"I want you to forget about what happened between us."
"WHAT?"
