Chapter 7

Stan's POV

The kids got home a little while ago. TJ was happy to see us, but Ally was clearly pissed off and rightfully so. I'm trying to make it up to her by preparing her favorite meal. It's not going to change what I said in the text, but it's a little something to show her that I still care about her. "What the hell Stan?" I turn and see Ally with her hands on her hips.

"Shh! Your mom is upstairs!"

"I don't care!" She yells as she shoves me. "What the hell was that text about? You're ending things with me? Why?"

"I'm going to work on my marriage. It's the right thing to do."

"What about us? You said you love me!"

I wish I could slap myself for saying that. "You're young and have plenty of time to find love. I'm sorry Ally."

"Things can't end like this! We made love Stan!"

"It was a mistake…"

"A mistake you made twice?"

"We only had sex once. The second time, you sucked me off." I remind her.

"You even stopped fucking my mom for me!"

"I went back on my word…"

"What?" She slaps me.

"I'm sorry! Wendy was grilling me about not having sex with her. I had to lie and say I was on steroids."

Ally slaps me again. "You could've just told her the truth!"

I shake my head. "It would've killed her."

"Not being with you will kill me…" She starts to tear up. As if I don't feel guilty enough…

"I'm so sorry Ally…" I try to hug her, but she pushes me away.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me! I hate you Stan! I hate you!" She runs upstairs. I'm grateful she didn't slam the door. The last thing I need is Wendy questioning why she's so upset. Hopefully one day, Ally will understand that this was for the best.

Ally's POV

It's dinner time and Stan made my favorite meal, chicken marsala with fettucine alfredo and asparagus. As much as I love this and his cooking, I'm too depressed to eat it. Did he really think this would make me forget about how he broke my heart today? I glare at him, but I notice he's looking down at his plate.

Everyone is silent, but mom decides to break the awkward silence. "Why is everyone so quiet?"

"You told us not to talk with our mouth full mommy!" TJ reminds her. I roll my eyes at that.

"That's true, I did." She looks at Stan. "I didn't tell you that. What's wrong love?"

Stan looks at her and smiles. "I'm fine. Just enjoying this fine cuisine that I prepared for my family!"

"You're sweet." They kiss each other and I want to vomit! I stab my fork into my food. I guess that got their attention. "Ally?"

"What?" I answer her.

"Are you okay?" I look at her and see her arm around Stan. God, I want to scream!

I shake my head. "I'm not hungry, may I be excused?"

"Sure. Are you sure that's it? You've barely said a word since you came back from your dad's."

"I'll be fine…" I head up to my room and close the door. I lie down on my bed and bury my face in my pillow and scream as loud as I can. Usually that makes me feel better, but this time it doesn't. I start to cry. I can't believe this is happening! I need to talk to someone and there's only one person I can call in this moment…

I grab my phone and call Nichole. "Hey Ally, is everything okay?" She asks when she picks up.

"No, I need to get out of here. Can you come pick me up?"

She's silent for a moment. "Did you talk to Stan?"

"Yes!" I cry out. "That's why I want to leave! I don't want to see him and mom together. It's too painful to watch!" I continue sobbing.

"Why didn't you tell your mom?"

"I'm too embarrassed to!"

"You need to tell her! She needs to know what her husband is up to! Your dad is ready to kill him!"

My eyes widen. Could this get any worse? "Oh God! You told dad? What happened to giving me a week?"

"I had to. He had a right to know as does your mom."

"He'll tell her if I don't, right?"

"We decided that we'll leave that up to you. You're an adult now and capable of making your own decisions."

I lie back on the bed. "I honestly don't know what to do at this point…"

"I think you know…"

"You really think I should tell mom the truth?"

"It's the right thing to do."

"Do you think she'll leave Stan?"

Nichole chuckles. "Put yourself in her shoes. Wouldn't you?"

"I guess I would…"

"Like I said, I think you know what you need to do."

"I'm scared." I think about mom and Stan kissing during dinner and I feel all the anger come over me. "I don't want to hurt my mom, but I don't want her with the man I love!"

"Ally…"

"I know that sounds really selfish, and I'm sorry! I'm not giving up Stan without a fight!"

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

"I do. I'll talk to you later. It's time for my mom to hear the truth!"

"Good luck!" I hang up with Nichole and head downstairs. I find mom in the kitchen alone washing dishes. This is the perfect opportunity to tell her since Stan isn't around.

"Mom?"

She turns to me and smiles. "Hi Ally, are you feeling better?"

I nod. "Kind of…where's Stan?"

"He's downstairs working out. Why?"

I don't know why, but I'm starting to lose my nerve. Now this doesn't seem like the right thing to do. Lord, give me strength! "I need to talk to you about something..."

Mom's eyes light up. "Really? You want to talk to me? Of course! You know you can tell me anything!" She looks so happy right now. She won't be once I say what I have to say.

"You may want to sit down for this one…"

"Just tell me already! I'm dying to know what it is!"

I let out a huge sigh. Here goes nothing… "I slept with Stan…"

"WHAT?" Mom shrieks as she drops the dish she was washing. There's no turning back now…