wonder who it is and think about turning around again. I don’t want to disturb him if he’s busy. I change my mind when I think about his adamancy on speaking with me. I’ve worked up the courage to come here so he can damn well tell me now, not later.
As I make my way to the front porch, I glance over to the left and notice a horse grazing in the pasture. It makes me wonder if Mac still has Marabelle. She was a beautiful brown and white mustang that I always rode when Mac and I went out horseback riding.
Sadness and nostalgia hit me, but I force the feelings down.
When I step onto the porch, I see that, again, not much has changed. Memories of Mac and me swinging on the porch swing while wrapped in a blanket come to the surface.
Shit!
I knew this was a bad idea. It’s already hard enough as it is without all the damn memories popping up.
I pull the screen door open and knock twice, bound and determined to get this done and over with so I can leave. I see a silhouette through the curtain hanging on the door before it swings open. What greets me has my breath freezing in my lungs and my heart faltering. My stomach immediately cramps and it takes everything I have to not turn around and run away.
“Who is it, T?” Mac’s deep voice comes from somewhere in the house.
“It’s Mia, Dad,” Trent “T” says over his shoulder in a bored voice.
I stand there and stare at Mac’s son with my heart in my throat until Mac appears beside him. The look in his eyes tells me he knows that this hurts. I also see guilt and what looks like might be worry. I wonder at the worried look.
It doesn’t take me long to find out why. A few seconds later, I hear another voice. This voice sends shivers down my back and has me clenching my fists. The voice is attached to one of the people I hate most in the world, one of the ones that destroyed all my dreams in one go. I want nothing more than to charge in the house and lay the woman out. She took everything from me and never received any retribution for it.
“Mac, I need you to…” Tessa says as she rounds the corner. She stops when she sees me, and her eyes go hard. If it wasn’t for her conniving and deceitful ways, and I know what went down with her and Mac was deceit on her part, I would say she’s beautiful. She has golden blonde hair that reaches just past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes are at a seductive slant. If it wasn’t for the hatred emitting from them right now I would say they were pretty. Her body, I guess you could say, is full in all the right places. I personally find her one of the ugliest people I’ve ever encountered. But that’s just me. I know her true nature. In high school, boys flocked her way. They were all horny and knew she was a sure bet. Although she dated many of them, and slept with many more, I never missed the heated looks she sent Mac’s way. It pissed her off that I had him and she had no chance. In the end though, she won. She got her chance with Mac and took everything that was supposed to be mine, even our child.
She walks up to stand beside Mac. “What in the hell is she doing here?”
“T, go back in the house.” After Trent walks away, he says to Tessa, while still looking at me. “That’s none of your business, Tessa. It’s time for you to go,” The guilt is still in his eyes, but I also see anger slipping through.
“I beg to differ. My son is here and I don’t want…”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish before Mac interrupts her. “He’s my son too and when he’s here I say who he’s around.”
“You know what?” I intercept before they can continue. “I’m leaving. We’ll talk later, Mac.”
When I turn to go, Mac reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me, “No, you stay. She’s leaving.”
Tessa sputters for a minute before she finds her voice. “You’ve lost your mind if you think I’m leaving T here if she’s here.”
She’s really starting to piss me off. She makes it sound like she is
As I make my way to the front porch, I glance over to the left and notice a horse grazing in the pasture. It makes me wonder if Mac still has Marabelle. She was a beautiful brown and white mustang that I always rode when Mac and I went out horseback riding.
Sadness and nostalgia hit me, but I force the feelings down.
When I step onto the porch, I see that, again, not much has changed. Memories of Mac and me swinging on the porch swing while wrapped in a blanket come to the surface.
Shit!
I knew this was a bad idea. It’s already hard enough as it is without all the damn memories popping up.
I pull the screen door open and knock twice, bound and determined to get this done and over with so I can leave. I see a silhouette through the curtain hanging on the door before it swings open. What greets me has my breath freezing in my lungs and my heart faltering. My stomach immediately cramps and it takes everything I have to not turn around and run away.
“Who is it, T?” Mac’s deep voice comes from somewhere in the house.
“It’s Mia, Dad,” Trent “T” says over his shoulder in a bored voice.
I stand there and stare at Mac’s son with my heart in my throat until Mac appears beside him. The look in his eyes tells me he knows that this hurts. I also see guilt and what looks like might be worry. I wonder at the worried look.
It doesn’t take me long to find out why. A few seconds later, I hear another voice. This voice sends shivers down my back and has me clenching my fists. The voice is attached to one of the people I hate most in the world, one of the ones that destroyed all my dreams in one go. I want nothing more than to charge in the house and lay the woman out. She took everything from me and never received any retribution for it.
“Mac, I need you to…” Tessa says as she rounds the corner. She stops when she sees me, and her eyes go hard. If it wasn’t for her conniving and deceitful ways, and I know what went down with her and Mac was deceit on her part, I would say she’s beautiful. She has golden blonde hair that reaches just past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes are at a seductive slant. If it wasn’t for the hatred emitting from them right now I would say they were pretty. Her body, I guess you could say, is full in all the right places. I personally find her one of the ugliest people I’ve ever encountered. But that’s just me. I know her true nature. In high school, boys flocked her way. They were all horny and knew she was a sure bet. Although she dated many of them, and slept with many more, I never missed the heated looks she sent Mac’s way. It pissed her off that I had him and she had no chance. In the end though, she won. She got her chance with Mac and took everything that was supposed to be mine, even our child.
She walks up to stand beside Mac. “What in the hell is she doing here?”
“T, go back in the house.” After Trent walks away, he says to Tessa, while still looking at me. “That’s none of your business, Tessa. It’s time for you to go,” The guilt is still in his eyes, but I also see anger slipping through.
“I beg to differ. My son is here and I don’t want…”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish before Mac interrupts her. “He’s my son too and when he’s here I say who he’s around.”
“You know what?” I intercept before they can continue. “I’m leaving. We’ll talk later, Mac.”
When I turn to go, Mac reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me, “No, you stay. She’s leaving.”
Tessa sputters for a minute before she finds her voice. “You’ve lost your mind if you think I’m leaving T here if she’s here.”
She’s really starting to piss me off. She makes it sound like she is
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