Dealing

Part 16: Guilt

Okay, this may be the last chapter because I am honestly just out of ideas for this story.

But I'll just write the chapter and see where it goes…

I have way too much JoLie in my life right now to write a proper Nikey story so I think this one should be wrapping up soon. Sorry guys! Manda

Natalie let herself into the house silently, praying that no one would be home. She didn't think she could deal with Michael at the moment, not after what she had just done to him. She shut the door and sank down it, silently sobbing.

How the hell could I do that? I slept with my brother in-law….

It's been a long time coming, a little voice inside protested. But not while I'm married to Michael! Damn it, after everything he's done for me how could I betray him like this? The tears began to flow faster and harder as she picked herself up off the ground and stumbled into the bathroom. As she looked at herself calmly in the mirror she opened the medicine cabinet and took out her bottle of sleeping pills.

She could never face Michael again, not after what she'd done… As she slowly downed the pills one by one she realized that if she stayed there Shane would see her body. Natalie would never want her son to see anything like that, so she left the house taking nothing but the pills and leaving a short note. As she stumbled through the wooded area surrounding their home she started to feel the pills taking their effect as she became woozy.

She just had made it to the statue in Angel's Square when she collapsed… She smiled up at the statue. I'm coming, Cris…

John took a swig out of the bottle of Jack Daniels, trying to put the image of Natalie's guilt-stricken face as she had left his room earlier out of his mind. "Damn it," he growled, slamming his fist down onto the table. He had lost all self-control when she had touched his cheek, and she had certainly not been complaining, but she had committed adultery with her brother-in-law… He laughed dryly, thinking that was something that would happen on a soap opera.

John was drinking straight from the bottle, which was never a good sign. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to forget how Natalie had felt and tasted… He could never go there again, she was married, and to his brother at that. He groaned.

Natalie suddenly felt strong arms lift her up and begin carrying her away. She protested weakly but she could do nothing more. She could not even turn her head to see who it was that held her…

TO BE CONTINUED