Maybe I Deserve

Chapter 4

A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews or for just simply reading. But I want to let you all know that this story will be considerably different. So bare with me. I promise a happy ending will come but in the mean time, bring on the drama!

Oh yeah I'm writing this mainly for Reba, Brock, and Barbra jean so the other characters won't be mentioned a lot if at all.

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The house was calm and silent. Midnight had come and Reba had finally made her way home, immediately going into her bedroom. Luckily for her Brock was asleep, that meant she wouldn't have to answer any questions until the morning. She quickly changed into her pajamas, and softly climbed into bed. But no sleep came to her that night. Instead she lay staring into space, thinking of Tim and his offer. She wasn't in love with him, she didn't believe in love at first sight but, there was something else that bothered her. She wasn't sure if she was telling the truth when she said that she didn't want to sleep with him. She definitely thought about saying yes, but out of instinct said no.

There were so many different things going through her mind. Part of her thought it was ludicrous to consider such a thing, but another part of her found it tempting. Out of human need, she needed someone to show her that she was beautiful only the way a man could, but unfortunately Brock wasn't that man. She still loved him but after his affair having any type of intimacy was something that he would have to earn. But even if he did earn her trust back, she wasn't sure if she could comfortably have intimacies with him without thinking of his affair with Barbra Jean. Tim was a symbol of someone that she shared no history or pass with. If intimacy were to form between them, it would be something that they both could walk away from and not a soul would know.

The next morning, Reba quickly made breakfast and sent the kids off to school, for she knew a argument would definitely come when Brock woke up. Just as they left Brock came into the kitchen, a look of anger and worry spread across his face. Reba braced herself for the lecture but instead he said nothing and sat at the table. Breakfast was awkwardly quiet. After she finished eating she quickly went upstairs to their room, and fumbled in her closet so she could get ready for the day. She became startled when she heard his voice.

"Where the hell were you?" Brock asked.

At first Reba was stunned by the harsh tone in his voice, but began stuttering out her answer.

"Umm I drove around for a little while and I went further out than expected."

"Reba, I was worried sick about you. You didn't even call. I was about to call the police."

"I'm sorry. I should've called you."

"Reba, I know your having a hard time with every thing but honey please talk to me, yell at me whatever. Just let me in."

"Brock, I said I'm sorry and I'm fine. There's nothing to discuss."

With that said she walked out the room, leaving Brock worried about his troubled wife. After releasing a huge sigh, he left the room, hoping that someday they could go back to the couple they use to be.

A few weeks had gone by and Reba let her thoughts of Tim escape her mind, but surprisingly she kept his number. But then the turning point came. One day Barbra Jean had come over for one of her daily visits. She and Brock were sitting on the couch discussing different items to buy for the baby. Reba had made a habit out of leaving when Barbra Jean would come over. As the two talked, the conversation took a different turn. The two became comfortable with each other and then for one brief moment their eyes met. As if uncontrolled by unknown forces, they both moved in for a kiss. The kiss was unintentional but the passion felt was on purpose. Brock tried pulling away but found himself becoming immersed in the kiss. As the heat intensified, Reba walked through the door.

Her mouth along with her bags fell to the floor. Brock quickly got off the couch and ran to her. She looked into his eyes and shook her head, wondering why. Why would he jeopardize every thing, again? Without saying a word Reba ran out the door. Brock ran after her, only to have the car door slammed in his face.

Reba drove for hours and hours, crying and crying. Darkness had filled the sky, by the time she stopped her car, she was in a place unknown. For a while she just sat in her car, thinking over in her mind about what to do. She was so mad she wasn't able to think clearly. Her cell phone rang uncontrollably. It was Brock of course.

As she put her cell phone back in her purse, Tim's number fell out. She eyed it for a moment and thought about whether or not to call. Her rage was so fierce that she wasn't able to think calm and rationally. So she picked up her phone and called.

"Hello, Tim speaking."

Reba said nothing, second-guessing what she was going to do.

"Hello. Are you there?" Tim asked.

"Tim, it's me Reba."

He was silent for a moment.

"Reba, are you okay?"

"No, I'm not. I need to see you."

"Umm okay, where are you?"

"I'm not sure, the street sign says sumner boulevard."

"Alright I know where that's at. I'll be there in a second."

With that he immediately left. Reba sat and waited for him to arrive. After a while a car pulled up. Recognizing his face, she got out of her car and got into his passenger side. Feeling extremely confused he spoke up.

"Reba what's going on?"

"He was kissing her. After all that's happened, he kissed her." Reba said as her voice began to crack.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, yes there is."

"What?"

With her majestic blue eyes she looked him straight in the face and said,

"Take me back to your place."