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They arrived at Brock's house shortly after 11:00 p.m. "Hey, do you want something to eat? I was thinking of ordering some pizzas?" Brock offered.
"Sure, I'm not very hungry, but I should eat something." Trish said.
Brock tossed the remote to her, "See if there's anything good on, I'll go order the food." And he walked into the kitchen.
Trish sat there flipping channels, she could overhear him ordering the pizzas. Off the top of his head, he rattled off her favorite kind of pizza with her favorite crust. She couldn't believe he remembered, they had only talked about it once. There was nothing on the tv.
Brock walked into the living room with the cordless. "About 30 minutes. Is there anything on?"
Trish shook her head no. "Brock, can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything you want to." He replied.
"Do you think that I did something to make this happen? Maybe I wasn't a good enough girlfriend? Maybe I wasn't satisfying enough?" Trish asked him.
He sat down by her and took her hand in his, "Trish, you are a great woman. You didn't do anything to make this happen. You were a perfect girlfriend, you were willing to take him and his children into your home. As far as being satisfying enough, I don't see why you wouldn't be. Yes your sexual styles were different, but anyone can overcome that."
Trish smiled, "Thanks, I just can't help but wonder."
"He doesn't know what he lost." Brock said standing up. "I'm going to get us something to drink."
Trish nodded. While Brock was in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. "Trish, could you grab that, it's probably the pizzas."
Trish got up and opened the door, and there was 3 guys at the door. They all looked dumbfounded at her, one of them finally asked, "Where's Brock?"
"Come in, I'll get him." Trish couldn't believe it, she looked like a mess and she opens the door to a bunch of guys.
"Brock, you have company." Trish called.
Brock came around the corner and was surprised to see a few of his buddies standing in the living room. "What's up guys?"
"Well, we were on our way to the bar to shoot some darts and we thought you'd want to come, but I see that you're busy." The brown haired guy said to him.
The blond guy who had originally asked where Brock was asked, "So, who's your friend?"
Trish had been standing back, trying to not be the center of attention. Brock found her, "This is my friend Trish. Trish, this (pointing to the blond guy) is Nicole's brother Brian, (pointing to brown haired buy) is Jake and (pointing to the bald guy) this is John."
Trish turned bright red, and waved and then sat down. She couldn't believe that Nicole's brother had found her there with him. She could tell that Nicole didn't trust her around Brock, and this would only add fuel to the fire.
Brock walked them outside and Trish was all alone in the house. Brock came back inside a couple minutes later and found Trish crying. "Hey what's wrong? What brought this on?"
Trish sniffled, "Nicole's brother finds me at your house, and that will only cause problems between the two of you, and Dave just called and left me this really long message and I, I, I just don't know how to feel anymore."
Brock sat down by her and held her. "Don't pay any attention to Brian, he won't say anything to her. Right now, you have so many feelings going on inside of you that I bet that you don't know how to make heads or tails of them. Why don't you tell me about them, and that way you can at least talk about them."
"I just feel numb. I'm so angry and hurt that I just want to yell and scream at him. But yet I think about Melissa, and I feel so bad for her. But yet I'm mad because she made the first move on him. But here she is 17 years old, pregnant with a 34 year old man's baby, and not just any guy, but the man who is supposed to be my boyfriend. She had been accepted to wrestling school, all she needed was a physical with a clean bill of health and she was good as gold. She always had good grades, she was graduating a year early, and now here she is. Plus, if my parents don't take this news well, Dave could go to jail. I'm so confused." She said crying.
Brock held her and just let her cry and babble on about how she felt. He was sure that once she got it out, she would feel a little better and then she would just have to take the days one at a time.
Trish's cell phone rang, she looked at it and set it back down. "It's Melissa's cell phone. But I can't talk to her right now."
"That's ok, you don't have to." Brock said reassuring her.
The doorbell rang again. "This time it had better be the pizza." Brock said to her with a smile. Sure enough it was. He brought the pizzas in and set them on the coffee table. "I'll get plates, and the drinks that I left in the kitchen."
He came back out and set them down. Trish and Brock ate pizza and talked about the situation a little more. Finally, Brock got up, "Well, since we have a morning flight we should hit the sack. I'll show you to your room."
Trish got up and brought the dishes into the kitchen. She followed him upstairs to the guest room. "Now there's a tv in here in case you can't sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning if you're not up yet and we'll have some breakfast and head to the airport ok?" Brock explained.
Trish nodded. She knew it was going to be a long night. "Thanks for all of this Brock, I really appreciate this." She said to him and gave him a hug.
"Not a problem at all." Brock said hugging her back. "Good night." And he headed to his room.
Trish pulled out her cell and listened to Melissa's message. It was short, "Hey, it's Melissa. I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry about this. I'm on my way to mom's. I'm going to wake her up and tell her everything tonight. Dad's out of town till tomorrow night, so I'll tell him then. You'll be able to call her and talk to her about it tomorrow and she'll know. Who knows, she may even call you. I hope that one day we can work through this, I miss you already."And she hung up.
Trish deleted the message and hung up her phone. Melissa knew Trish always went to their mom for advice on bad situations. She felt so numb and confused. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. She watched late night tv for awhile and fell asleep.
Trish awoke to the smell of food cooking. She stretched and threw on her robe and headed downstairs. She turned the corner and Brock was sitting at the table with Nicole talking. Brock looked up and smiled, "Good morning sleepy!"
Nicole turned and looked at her, "Hey girl. How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok, I have a really bad headache but I'm ok. Would you guys mind if I showered?" Trish responded feeling out of place. She was sure Brock told Nicole but wasn't sure if that would only add fuel to the fire or if it would help her cause for staying overnight.
Nicole jumped up, "let me show you where everything is." She walked her to the bathroom and got her two towels. "I just want you to know, that if you need anything, let me know. I'm so sorry about what happened, and I hope that you don't mind that Brock told me."
"No, no I don't mind. Thank you, I appreciate it." Trish said to her. Trish started the water and Nicole showed her where everything was.
Nicole came back downstairs and Brock was still cooking. "She looks like she's really hurting." She commented.
"I would be too if I was in her shoes. By the way, you're brother stopped by last night when she was here. He was quite startled. I explained a little of the situation, but just in case, that's why." Brock replied.
"Oh he wouldn't tell me sqwat and you know it." Nicole said with a laugh.
A little bit later Trish came downstairs looking a lot better. "Woo- hoo.Look who's ready to face the day. Now come and get some breakfast, we have to leave for the airport in a half hour." Brock said to her.
Trish turned red and smiled a shy smile. "Thanks."
The three of them sat around the table and talked about various things. Nicole was a lot more relaxed around her then before, so Trish felt a little better. They got up and Trish gathered the dishes and put them in the sink.
Brock grabbed her luggage and his and brought it out to the car. "Nicole's going to drive us out there." He said to her.
"Ok, sounds good." Trish replied.
A couple minutes later, Nicole was outside with Mya, "Ready to go back to work?" She asked Trish.
"Yeah, anything to get my mind off of everything. Can I hold her?"
"Sure." Nicole said handing Mya over to her.
Nicole grabbed the stuff she would need for Mya and they all piled in the car and took off.
**Alright, sorry this chapter wasn't as exciting as the last couple have been, but trust me, more lies ahead. I'll have another chapter up before Monday morning. Have a great weekend and please continue to read and review!!**
They arrived at Brock's house shortly after 11:00 p.m. "Hey, do you want something to eat? I was thinking of ordering some pizzas?" Brock offered.
"Sure, I'm not very hungry, but I should eat something." Trish said.
Brock tossed the remote to her, "See if there's anything good on, I'll go order the food." And he walked into the kitchen.
Trish sat there flipping channels, she could overhear him ordering the pizzas. Off the top of his head, he rattled off her favorite kind of pizza with her favorite crust. She couldn't believe he remembered, they had only talked about it once. There was nothing on the tv.
Brock walked into the living room with the cordless. "About 30 minutes. Is there anything on?"
Trish shook her head no. "Brock, can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything you want to." He replied.
"Do you think that I did something to make this happen? Maybe I wasn't a good enough girlfriend? Maybe I wasn't satisfying enough?" Trish asked him.
He sat down by her and took her hand in his, "Trish, you are a great woman. You didn't do anything to make this happen. You were a perfect girlfriend, you were willing to take him and his children into your home. As far as being satisfying enough, I don't see why you wouldn't be. Yes your sexual styles were different, but anyone can overcome that."
Trish smiled, "Thanks, I just can't help but wonder."
"He doesn't know what he lost." Brock said standing up. "I'm going to get us something to drink."
Trish nodded. While Brock was in the kitchen, the doorbell rang. "Trish, could you grab that, it's probably the pizzas."
Trish got up and opened the door, and there was 3 guys at the door. They all looked dumbfounded at her, one of them finally asked, "Where's Brock?"
"Come in, I'll get him." Trish couldn't believe it, she looked like a mess and she opens the door to a bunch of guys.
"Brock, you have company." Trish called.
Brock came around the corner and was surprised to see a few of his buddies standing in the living room. "What's up guys?"
"Well, we were on our way to the bar to shoot some darts and we thought you'd want to come, but I see that you're busy." The brown haired guy said to him.
The blond guy who had originally asked where Brock was asked, "So, who's your friend?"
Trish had been standing back, trying to not be the center of attention. Brock found her, "This is my friend Trish. Trish, this (pointing to the blond guy) is Nicole's brother Brian, (pointing to brown haired buy) is Jake and (pointing to the bald guy) this is John."
Trish turned bright red, and waved and then sat down. She couldn't believe that Nicole's brother had found her there with him. She could tell that Nicole didn't trust her around Brock, and this would only add fuel to the fire.
Brock walked them outside and Trish was all alone in the house. Brock came back inside a couple minutes later and found Trish crying. "Hey what's wrong? What brought this on?"
Trish sniffled, "Nicole's brother finds me at your house, and that will only cause problems between the two of you, and Dave just called and left me this really long message and I, I, I just don't know how to feel anymore."
Brock sat down by her and held her. "Don't pay any attention to Brian, he won't say anything to her. Right now, you have so many feelings going on inside of you that I bet that you don't know how to make heads or tails of them. Why don't you tell me about them, and that way you can at least talk about them."
"I just feel numb. I'm so angry and hurt that I just want to yell and scream at him. But yet I think about Melissa, and I feel so bad for her. But yet I'm mad because she made the first move on him. But here she is 17 years old, pregnant with a 34 year old man's baby, and not just any guy, but the man who is supposed to be my boyfriend. She had been accepted to wrestling school, all she needed was a physical with a clean bill of health and she was good as gold. She always had good grades, she was graduating a year early, and now here she is. Plus, if my parents don't take this news well, Dave could go to jail. I'm so confused." She said crying.
Brock held her and just let her cry and babble on about how she felt. He was sure that once she got it out, she would feel a little better and then she would just have to take the days one at a time.
Trish's cell phone rang, she looked at it and set it back down. "It's Melissa's cell phone. But I can't talk to her right now."
"That's ok, you don't have to." Brock said reassuring her.
The doorbell rang again. "This time it had better be the pizza." Brock said to her with a smile. Sure enough it was. He brought the pizzas in and set them on the coffee table. "I'll get plates, and the drinks that I left in the kitchen."
He came back out and set them down. Trish and Brock ate pizza and talked about the situation a little more. Finally, Brock got up, "Well, since we have a morning flight we should hit the sack. I'll show you to your room."
Trish got up and brought the dishes into the kitchen. She followed him upstairs to the guest room. "Now there's a tv in here in case you can't sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning if you're not up yet and we'll have some breakfast and head to the airport ok?" Brock explained.
Trish nodded. She knew it was going to be a long night. "Thanks for all of this Brock, I really appreciate this." She said to him and gave him a hug.
"Not a problem at all." Brock said hugging her back. "Good night." And he headed to his room.
Trish pulled out her cell and listened to Melissa's message. It was short, "Hey, it's Melissa. I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry about this. I'm on my way to mom's. I'm going to wake her up and tell her everything tonight. Dad's out of town till tomorrow night, so I'll tell him then. You'll be able to call her and talk to her about it tomorrow and she'll know. Who knows, she may even call you. I hope that one day we can work through this, I miss you already."And she hung up.
Trish deleted the message and hung up her phone. Melissa knew Trish always went to their mom for advice on bad situations. She felt so numb and confused. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. She watched late night tv for awhile and fell asleep.
Trish awoke to the smell of food cooking. She stretched and threw on her robe and headed downstairs. She turned the corner and Brock was sitting at the table with Nicole talking. Brock looked up and smiled, "Good morning sleepy!"
Nicole turned and looked at her, "Hey girl. How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok, I have a really bad headache but I'm ok. Would you guys mind if I showered?" Trish responded feeling out of place. She was sure Brock told Nicole but wasn't sure if that would only add fuel to the fire or if it would help her cause for staying overnight.
Nicole jumped up, "let me show you where everything is." She walked her to the bathroom and got her two towels. "I just want you to know, that if you need anything, let me know. I'm so sorry about what happened, and I hope that you don't mind that Brock told me."
"No, no I don't mind. Thank you, I appreciate it." Trish said to her. Trish started the water and Nicole showed her where everything was.
Nicole came back downstairs and Brock was still cooking. "She looks like she's really hurting." She commented.
"I would be too if I was in her shoes. By the way, you're brother stopped by last night when she was here. He was quite startled. I explained a little of the situation, but just in case, that's why." Brock replied.
"Oh he wouldn't tell me sqwat and you know it." Nicole said with a laugh.
A little bit later Trish came downstairs looking a lot better. "Woo- hoo.Look who's ready to face the day. Now come and get some breakfast, we have to leave for the airport in a half hour." Brock said to her.
Trish turned red and smiled a shy smile. "Thanks."
The three of them sat around the table and talked about various things. Nicole was a lot more relaxed around her then before, so Trish felt a little better. They got up and Trish gathered the dishes and put them in the sink.
Brock grabbed her luggage and his and brought it out to the car. "Nicole's going to drive us out there." He said to her.
"Ok, sounds good." Trish replied.
A couple minutes later, Nicole was outside with Mya, "Ready to go back to work?" She asked Trish.
"Yeah, anything to get my mind off of everything. Can I hold her?"
"Sure." Nicole said handing Mya over to her.
Nicole grabbed the stuff she would need for Mya and they all piled in the car and took off.
**Alright, sorry this chapter wasn't as exciting as the last couple have been, but trust me, more lies ahead. I'll have another chapter up before Monday morning. Have a great weekend and please continue to read and review!!**