Chapter 5: Undo It
Greg and David were both working back in the film room. David had his back to Greg, they had both decided to look on opposite sides of the room. Neither of them came out and said that they would, but there had been some sort of silent agreement between the two to ignore each other.
"I heard that you have dinner with Mary tonight," Greg casually stated, breaking the silence.
David didn't even bother to turn and look back at him. "What about it?" he asked. The only reason he answered was that he knew that she had left early. He was wondering if he was about to mention her being sick or something.
Greg shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just surprised that her situation doesn't bother you. I know it would me." He stood there silently, pretending not to care.
David hated to admit it, but he was now curious. "Really?" he nonchalantly asked. Truthfully, he was hoping that Greg would continue on without having to ask him to.
"Yeah. You truly are a good man for it. Most would leave the tramp." Greg knew that he was getting him more and more interested with each sentence. He had to make him ask though. He had to get David to set aside the reasons why he hated him and finally ask. To make him loathe himself as he admitted that he actually needed answers from him.
David was about to lose it. This man was driving him crazy, and he knew that that was what Greg was going for. "It doesn't matter to me." David grabbed the role of film that he needed and started to leave.
Greg sighed and caught him right in the doorway. "She's having my baby." Greg then slowly turned to see how David was reacting.
David looked to Greg in disbelief. "How could you even think to lie about something like that? You're more pathetic than I thought you were."
"Sure, she's keeping my own child from me and you call me pathetic? The lady dumped me as soon as she found out she was pregnant." Greg stared to him with cold, expressionless eyes. "If you don't believe me, just ask her."
David stood there. "That can't be right. That just doesn't sound like her."
"She broke up with me. I come back here and find out about the baby. I went and told her that I want to help out. That I want to be apart of my child's life. You know what that bitch did? She told me that she didn't need me. That she hated me and to never talk to her or the kid. Ever."
David just shook his head and started to leave the room.
"She's just using you to get at me!" Greg called out.
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Mary sat in her apartment as she blankly stared. Curled up in the corner of the couch as she hugged onto a pillow, she wiped at her tear stricken face. It didn't matter though, there was no one around to see her. No one around to care at the moment. Nothing mattered now. He knew. All it took was one little slip, and he knew.
Mary sat across from Greg. There was a candle in the center of the table which provided most of the light.
"These have been the best three weeks of my life so far," Greg said.
Mary smiled to the comment. "I don't its possible for anyone to agree more than I agree with you right now. I just wish that you didn't have to leave so soon."
Greg smiled up her as he reach across the table and grabbed her hand. "We still have tonight you know."
Mary blankly stared towards the window. Without realizing it, she had started gripping the pillow with her clenched hand.
Mary sat up in bed with the sheets pulled up around her. "Greg!" she called as she shook his shoulders to wake him up.
"What?" he grogily asked.
"We're running late!" Mary said as she jumped out of bed.
Greg sat up and smiled at the view. "I think I know a way to get through our showers quicker," he suggested. The smirk, the one that she hated now, creeped across his face.
She pried her one hand off the pillow and brought the fist up to her mouth.
They stood there together in the shower. Greg stood behind her, the water dripping from his hair, glistening on his skin. His arms, at the time his warm and comforting arms, slid around her waist. She quivered as his lips started lightly kissing her neck. She brought her arms up and wrapped them back around his neck as she caressed his wet hair.
Her thoughts of being late disappeared. It all started to seem like it didn't matter anymore. Nothing was more important than the time she was spending with him now. Slowly, she turned to him. "Why do I feel like the second we step out of here, something's going to end between us?"
Greg just stared down to her. "I don't know," he said. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her to him until he could feel her breast against his chest. "Maybe you're just having the best shower that you've ever had?"
Mary laughed. "I can't argue with that."
Her eyes tightly closed as the fresh tears dripped off her eyelashes. The palm of her hand stung when the tears managed to hit the spot where her nails had dug into her skin. Still though, she refused to move her hand away from its position by her mouth. So what if it stung? So what if she had gotten angry enough to hurt herself?
One of her best friends had hurt her. The one that she thought she could trust, the one that she had trusted, betrayed her. Not only did Greg find out about the baby, but she had learned that there was one less person out there that she could trust. Now Greg knew and it was obvious that he was going to go out of his way to ruin her life over it.
"Can I come in?" Rhoda asked as she knocked at the door.
Mary looked back. "Its open!" she said.
Rhoda walked in and saw Mary sitting there. The tears still visible. "What happened?" she asked as she walked over. "Did something happen after I left today?"
Mary looked up to her. "Greg knows."
Rhoda sat down in the chair. "Greg knows...? Everything?" Rhoda was starting to get worried.
"He knows enough," Mary said. It was hard enough for her to acknowledge that. It was twice as hard for her to comprehend why Lou broke his promise. He could have let anything else at any other time slip. But no, the one that could completely ruin her life is the one that he tells.
Rhoda watched her for a second. This was all a bit hard to understand. "How?" she asked.
Mary sighed. Her eyes wondered to the bracelet on her wrist. "Mr. Grant," she softly announced.
"Are you sure?" Rhoda asked.
"He said that Mr. Grant had threatened him and it slipped out. I know that Greg doesn't have a record of being truthful, but I don't know how else he would have found out."
It was hard for Rhoda to believe that Lou would do something like that, but she was right, it was about the only way for him to know. "Are you going to be all right?"
Mary shrugged. "That's up to Greg now."
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Mary stood in front of the mirror as she double checked her hair. She was all dressed up and ready to go. If only she felt as good as she looked though. The only reason that she was still going out with David was because she knew that he deserved to know what was really going on, and not some perversed version of whatever Greg could have been telling him. Besides that though, it was a chance to just forget everything. To go out and talk about normal things and not what's going to happen when the baby's born and where there are places avaliable with more than one bedroom.
The knock at the door that she had been waiting for finally came. "Come in!" she called out as she grabbed her necklace and fastened the clasp in the back.
David entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"You can go ahead and..." Mary turned around and saw David standing there in a t-shirt and jeans. "Should I go change?"
"We're not going out tonight Mary," David announced.
"Oh? Okay then." Mary turned back to face the mirror. "I wish you would've called and told me before I got ready." Really, she was worried. She could tell just in the way that he watched her, the way that he was talking and his walk, he was drunk. "Is there uh, something wrong David?"
David slightly laughed. "Why don't we start with you? Is this some sort of game that you're playing?"
Mary looked ot him with confusion and then walked over. "What are you talking about?"
"Are you using me?" he asked.
Mary just watched him. Her eyes locked on his. Hurt and distant, he watched her, awaited her answer.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You're boyfriend Greg told me that you were pregnant and wanted to show how much you hated him, so you said you would go out with me." David sighed as she leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor.
"David," she started. Now she was more angry than anything.
"You don't know Mary, you really don't." He looked up to her. "You, I adored you. I was just too fucking shy. That's why I left you those damn flowers asking you to dinner." He looked back down, as if pouting to himself. "But you didn't go with me. You went with that lying bastard who claimed to have left the flowers there."
Mary just stood there and stared at him. She knew exactly what he was talking about. The flowers.
"Hi Mary," Greg greeted as she passed him in the film room.
"Hey," she said and then stopped for a minute. "Do you by any chance know anything about the flowers that I found on my desk asking me out?"
Greg smiled and then turned to her. "Only if you can give me an answer as to whether or not you'll go out with me."
Mary smiled. "I'd love to."
"That was supposed to be our date," David softly said to himself. "We could have been the ones dating all this time."
His last sentence 'we could have been the ones dating all this time' hit her. It was true. If she would have known that he sent the flowers, if she would have went out with him she wouldn't be in this situation. Everything that she had been trying to block out, everything that was going wrong for her, would have never happened.
Mary stood up to leave, but hit the person seated at the table behind her. "I'm so sorry!" she quickly apologized.
The young blonde turned around as she softly laughed. "No damage done. You're fine."
"Are you sure?" Mary asked.
"Yes." She extended her hand out. "Its Ellen by the way. Ellen Thompson."
Mary shook her hand. "Mary Richards," she said. "And not to be nosy, but I work with a Greg Thompson."
Ellen laughed. "WJM? Yeah, he's my husband."
Blankly staring, she slowly paced back over towards the chair and leaned back on the arm.
"Damn it Greg! I knew we would have a few secrets that we kept from each other, but a wife?" Mary sternly asked as she tried her hardest to keep from yelling and letting the neighbors listen in on the argument.
"Yes! I have a wife! Who cares? We love each other don't we?" Greg asked.
"You promised her that she would be the only one in your life. Does that mean nothing to you? I can't be that other woman." Mary then turned her back to him. She just couldn't stand to look at him any longer.
"So what? You hate me now because I cheated?" Greg asked starting to raise his voice in anger.
Mary quickly wheeled around. "No! No I don't hate you because you cheated. You lied to me! You betrayed me! You earned my trust and then completely took advantage of it!" Mary stopped for a second to try and stop the tears that were gathering in her eyes. "You used me as if I were just some toy that you could play with for a while and then toss a side. Played with my emotions. Let me believe that it was okay to fall in love with you, and then took my heart and stomped all over it." She looked him in the eyes, but didn't find a trace of sorrow.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I don't care! Now get out!"
Looking sympathetically over to David, she stood up and walked over. "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you at dinner, but I guess I should've come out and told you everything sooner."
David looked up to her and then stood up. "Look, I don't wanna hear it right now. Maybe tomorrow or some other time, but not now."
Mary stood there and watched him leave. She was about ready to cry, but stopped herself. "Bastard," she said under her breath. Quickly, she rushed over and grabbed her purse before storming out of the apartment.
I should've known by the way you passed me by
There was something in your eyes and it wasn't right
I shoud've walked, but I never had the chance
Everything got out of hand and I let it slide
Now I only have myself to blame
For falling for your stupid games
I wish my life could be the way
It was before I saw your face
You stole my happy, you made me cry
Took the lonely and took me for a ride
And I wanna undo it
~ Undo It by Carrie Underwood