Sorry this took so so long to update! I had a major case of writers block, but it is obviously cured, (this chapter is 1,957 words long)
Note: I do realize that Mary and Wilson could have had a contested divorce by now, (I learned that from the Flintstones, tee hee) but that way it wouldn't work!
I had to up the rating, this chap contains some language, sorry
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All she wants and all she needs
Are reasons to survive
Billy stormed up to his apartment, but calmed himself as he entered, to find Andie sitting on the floor playing with her Barbie's contently. He tried to act as normal as possible to his bedroom. Wilson walked out of the kitchen and stopped him.
"Hey, so when do you start?" he asked
"Start what?" Billy said not turning around. He had no desire to speak to Wilson, much less look at him.
"You know watching Mr. . . ." Wilson squinted as he attempted to read the post-it note, "Hammond's dog." He looked up at Billy, "you should really work on your handwriting." He smiled.
Billy however, was in no mood to smile, "I'm not going to do it"
"Well, why not?" Wilson asked, "Did they decide to not go?"
Billy shrugged.
"Was his girlfriend not home?"
Billy shook his head, "no she was home"
Wilson was extremely confused, "well, then what's the problem?"
"Nothing, I just don't like her" Billy was trying hard to get away from his dad and lock himself in his bedroom. That way he could contemplate how he was going to deal with this.
"What? Why not?" Wilson asked following him around the room, "was she rude to you or something?"
"Forget it dad" Billy said making one last attempt to get to his bedroom. He tried to stay calm and wait until he got away from everyone to let out his anger, but it was no use. "I've met her before, I just don't like her ok!"
"I want to meet this woman," Wilson demanded, he couldn't understand what this person might have said to get Billy so upset.
"You already know her," Billy mumbled
"I do?" Wilson was puzzled by all of this, "who is she?"
"You're lovely wife" Billy said sarcastically, heading for the front door.
Wilson grabbed him, "what?"
"Mary, it was Mary" he snapped and went back for the door.
"Who's Mary?" Andie asked curiously looking up at her quarreling family with innocent eyes.
"Hold on sweetie" Wilson told her then turned back to Billy, "how long as she been here?"
"You should know, you married the bitch" Billy could feel the rage building up inside of him, how could she do this to them? They were finally ok without her.
"Hey! Do not talk about your mother like that!"
Billy thought that Wilson was completely in denial, 7 years worth of anger suddenly flooded out of him, "She's not my mother! She's not your wife! And she doesn't give a shit about any of us!" then he flung open the door.
"Don't you walk out of here!" his father screamed.
"Watch me" and with that he slammed the door behind him.
Wilson turned to see Andie sitting on the floor, frozen with eyes wide. Wilson tried to calm himself long enough to tell her to go play in her room.
He nervously paced around the room. Billy's whereabouts were at the bottom of his worries list. If Billy had talked to Mary, then she knew they were here. What if she came by? Maybe she expected him to come over? What if she didn't want to see him? Did he really want to see her? What about Andie? If he did go see her, should he take her? That would mean a lot of explaining that Wilson had wanted to avoid until she was older.
Why did she have to come back?
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Mary was lying on her bed in a fetal position, bawling her eyes out. She wondered if this was punishment, you know, bad karma back to haunt her. She had left them, ruining their lives, and they were back, and in turn it would destroy what she finally had. She heard a soft knock on the front door and she jumped.
Mary walked past the mirror in the hall. She looked like hell, make-up smeared, and hair a mess. She darted to the bathroom to clean herself us as quickly as possible. When she passed the mirror again, she didn't look wonderful, but it was certainly an improvement.
Her hands were shaking as she reached for the doorknob. As soon as they grasped it, she could feel him on the other side. There was no way it was anyone else, she just knew.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. Wilson was looking at the ground but when the door opened he looked up to meet his eyes with hers. He looked so much older than that night when she left. He was still as handsome, but he seemed older, and sadder.
Wilson couldn't believe that she was standing there in front of him. He had only seen her in his dreams. He never thought he'd stand this close to her ever again. "Hi Mare" he choked out.
No one had called her "Mare" in years. So many times in the beginning, and throughout the years had she just wanted to throw her arms around him, and he would make it all ok. She never wanted it more than at that moment. "Hi" she said softly, with a slight smile, while a single tear rolled softly down her cheek.
She decided to just hug him, she wasn't sure what drove her to, but she just did it. At first it seemed awkward, stiff and distant. But for one spilt second they felt that love they had once shared crash over them like a wave. Wilson pulled away first, Mary saw a little girl cowering behind Wilson. She tried to hold in her tears as she knelt down to see her. Wilson put a hand on her back and gently pushed her forward. "Say hi" he told her.
She looked up at Mary, "hi" she said softly. It occurred to Mary that Andie was the same age that Billy was when she left. This little girl was so sweet, and it scared her enough to meet someone knew. How did she desert a kid like that? Two kids to say the least.
Mary slowly rose and invited the pair in. Greg's dog Buster scurried out of the bedroom, and Andie perked up.
"Can I play with the puppy?" she asked excitedly
"Sure, why don't you go back there?" she pointed toward the back bedroom. Andie picked up the dog and scampered down the hall.
"She doesn't know who I am huh?" Mary asked Wilson.
"I wasn't sure how to tell her. I didn't know if you wanted to see us, I couldn't tell her that her mom lives upstairs but she's not allowed to see her"
Mary didn't respond.
"What are you doing here Mare?" he asked, but then corrected himself, "no, what I really want to know is why did you leave?"
Mary let out a deep sigh; she had had a lot of time to think about this, but she still wasn't ready to explain. "Well, when I begged you to elope, you said that you didn't think I was ready. That kind of stuck with me. The weekend when I went home to tell everyone what we did, Matt told me that I only got married to prove a point, and that I was still in love with Robbie" Wilson kept trying to chime in, but Mary wasn't going to let him, "I thought a lot about that, and the sad part was matt was right, not about Robbie. But for a while I thought maybe he was. I realized that I kissed Ben, because I was scared, that I might actually be in love, and then I married you because I was afraid of being alone. I was going to leave a lot sooner, but then I got pregnant. And I thought, 'this is great, maybe now it'll all be ok' but it wasn't, it just got worse. I felt like I was living a lie, it's not that I didn't love you Wilson, I did. I was too young, too stupid. You were right" by this time Mary was sobbing. "You don't have to tell me how I ruined your life, Billy already did. And I'm not sure I can handle it."
Wilson finally spoke, "I won't, but you know Mary I was never worried about us, I was worried about you." He looked up at her with concern, "should I have been?"
Mary nodded, and preceded to tell Wilson the story she had already told Billy, but this time there were more details.
"So where's it going with this Greg guy?" Wilson asked her
"Um" Mary bit her lip, she didn't really like discussing this with Wilson, "I think he's going to propose."
Wilson could see right through her, "you don't love him do you?"
"Yes I do!" Mary snapped, offended by his judgment
"No you don't Mare, I know you better than you think" Mary was quiet and Wilson just looked at her, "don't hurt him like you did me Mare, end this before you destroy him"
Mary just looked straight ahead while the tears ran down her cheeks.
"Well I know you've got a plane to catch," he retrieved angie from the bedroom, "it was good to see you Mary, don't be a stranger ok?"
And then he was gone.
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Two weeks later, Wilson was returning home and he found a small white envelope taped to his front door. There was no name on it, no return address, but he opened it anyway. He unfolded it slowly and sat down on the couch.
Wilson,
I have been thinking a lot about what you said last Saturday. I called Greg, and I ended it. According to my friend Jill, he found someone new in Florida, just my luck right? Well, I packed everything up and I went to the airport. I exchanged my ticket to Florida and I'm heading to London. I had to get away from the people I know, and all my mistakes lurking around waiting to punish me. I'm going to try and find myself, and what I really want. Now that I know you guys are truly fine without me, I can focus on what I need in my life. I realized finally why I actually left, and that is that you deserved better. You still do. Wilson, please promise me that you will go out and find a wonderful woman who loves you, and Billy and Andie more than I ever could. I want you three to have the happily ever after I stole from you.
~Mary
I wish you strength when times are hard
Oh I
wish with all my heart you find just what you're looking for
I wish you joy
I wish you peace
And that
every star you see is within your reach
And I wish you still loved me
**THE END***
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Ok wow, so I'm actually really proud of this one. I hope no one is angry that I
didn't put them back together. But that wasn't the point of this. This was
about her selfish decisions and how they would affect everyone, not just
herself…which was her intention.
Please review!
I have NO ideas in my noggin, so the next story might be awhile…sorry
~*~*Shannon*~*~
