Faithful (12 page)

I jumped up and grabbed him. “Jeff! That’s not going to help anything, dude! Calm the fuck down!” I yelled as I pulled him away from Brad.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted to tell one of y’all, so you would beat the shit out of me,” Brad said as he stood there and cried.

After I talked Jeff out of beating Brad’s ass, I looked at Brad. He was now sitting in the chair, shaking.

“Why did you tell Amanda she couldn’t keep the baby, Brad?” I asked.

He snapped his head up at me. The next thing I knew, he was outside, throwing up.

“I hope the motherfucker throws his goddamn guts up,” Jeff said as he sat down.

Brad walked back in and sat back down on the chair. After taking a deep breath, he said, “Amanda hasn’t let me touch her since that night. I don’t blame her. I hate myself for what I did to her. I just need to find a way to get off the coke and then tell her about Michele. I just need more time.”

Brad looked at Jeff and then me. “I got off the coke for a couple of days, but the other night, I caved and bought some. When I got home, I was feeling pretty damn good. I was even going to apologize to her because I missed being with her so damn much. I just fucking miss her so much. But my world stopped when she told me about the baby. Everything hit me all at once, and I panicked. My wife is pregnant, and the only reason she’s pregnant is because I forced her to have sex with me. I flipped out and lost it. It was like it wasn’t even me talking. I was listening to myself tell her that she had to keep it a secret, and she needed to give up the baby. I was so scared and high. I didn’t even know what the fuck I was saying.” Brad leaned over and cried hysterically.

“Jesus. Why the hell would you tell your wife that? Why, Brad? Why would you tell Amanda that?” I asked, trying to make sense of all of this.

“I don’t fucking know, Gunner! Michele’s been threatening to tell my parents and Amanda about the drugs. She said she would even show them the video. I just fucking panicked. The moment I said it, I wanted to take it all back, but Amanda was so devastated.”

“Whoa…holy hell. What fucking video?” Jeff said as he stood up.

“I guess Michele thought it would be fun to tape our little escapade, so she set up a camera and videotaped the whole thing—me taking the drugs and then making out with her.” Brad started shaking his head.

I pulled out my phone. “Okay, Brad, the first thing you need to do is get off the coke, and then you need to tell Amanda the truth.” I was ready to start looking up rehab places. Just by the way he was shaking, I could tell that he needed more drugs.

“After spending time with Luke and Alex and seeing how happy Ari and Ellie are, I tried to tell Amanda today. I mean, I want this baby with Amanda, y’all. I love her. I’ve dreamed of having kids with her since the day I met her. This is not me. When I started to tell her, she…she…”

“She what?” Jeff asked.

“She told me she wanted a divorce, and she would raise the baby on her own. She’s going next week for the sonogram, and she said…” Brad lost it again and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Jeff and I gave Brad a few minutes to get himself back together again.

He looked up at us and took a deep breath. “She told me she didn’t want me there. She saw no reason for me to be there since I didn’t want to have kids with her. But that’s not true! I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t let me. She walked out of our bedroom with her suitcase, and she said she was going to stay with her parents. What the fuck do I do, y’all? I can’t lose her. I love her so much.”

Jeff had been walking back and forth for a while, and he finally stopped to look at Brad. “You love her so fucking much that you told her to give up her child? You fucking deserve everything you’re getting. You love her? Listen to what you’re saying. Listen to the things you told her. You’re a fucking druggie asshole!” Jeff turned to walk away.

“Jeff! Stop.” I got up and reached for his arm.

He pulled it away and turned to look at Brad, who had tears rolling down his face.

“Jeff, I need help. I’m asking you as my friend…please help me get through this. Please,” Brad said in between sobs.

I dropped my grip on Jeff’s arm. He walked over to Brad, and Brad stood up.

Jeff grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. “Don’t worry, dude. We’re gonna get you and Amanda through this. I’m sorry, Brad. I’m so fucking sorry,” Jeff said while Brad kept repeating back how sorry he was.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Gramps.

“Gramps,” I said, stunned.

“My good friend, William Schmidt…do you remember him? Well, he has a son, Bryan, who runs a recovery center in Austin. I already called Bryan, and I sent you a text with the address. He’s waiting on y’all,” Gramps said, looking over toward Brad.

“How did you…I mean…how did you know, Gramps?”

“Son, I’ve had a friend or two in my lifetime who found themselves in trouble. Nobody in this world is free from making mistakes. Some mistakes are just grander than others.” Gramps slapped me on the back. “Y’all best get a move on before it gets too late,” he said before he turned and headed back to the house.

I turned around and looked at Brad and Jeff. They were just watching Gramps walk off.

“Holy fucking shit. I want that gift when I get older,” Jeff said.

Brad laughed for the first time tonight.

“Come on, let’s head out. I need to call Ellie to let her know what’s going on. Brad, do you want to call Amanda? Or do you want one of the girls to talk to her?”

Brad shook his head. “What the fuck do I tell her? Do I tell her everything? Over the fucking phone? I mean, she won’t even look at me, so—”

Jeff looked at Brad. “Dude, you tell her the truth ’cause that’s all you can do.”

Jeff called Ari while I was talking to Ellie about what was going on. Afterward, we headed out. I was driving Brad’s BMW while Jeff followed in his truck. Brad called Amanda as we got closer to Austin. I knew he didn’t want to tell her about the drugs or about Michele over the phone, but it was like he was opening a floodgate that had been closed for so long. Once he started, he couldn’t stop himself from spilling it all out. Listening to him pour his heart out killed me. I was gutted. My stomach dropped, and I thanked God for Ellie and Alex.

“Amanda, I was so scared, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to tell you. I want nothing more than to have kids with you. I always have, baby. Please…oh god, please don’t say that to me. I’m so sorry, baby…please don’t leave me, Amanda, please. I don’t care about her, and it was just a stupid kiss. I love you, and I’ll get off the drugs. I swear to God, I’ll be there for you and our baby,” Brad begged.

When he hung up, he placed his head on the back of the seat.

“What did she say, Brad?”

“She told me she’ll see me tomorrow at the rehab center, but she needed time to let everything sink in. She said she hates me, Gunner. She hates me,” Brad said as he looked out the window. “Gunner?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think she’ll ever be able to forgive me? I mean, I can see her forgiving me for the drugs, but the kiss, and then that night she got pregnant…”

“Would you forgive her?” I asked as I quickly glanced toward him.

Brad stared out the window for the longest time before turning back to me. “I would. I would forgive her because I love her so much. I…I can’t lose her, Gun. I don’t want to live without her. I can’t live without her,” he said as his tears came again.

I took a deep breath as I pulled in and parked in Josh’s driveway. So much had happened in the last three weeks.

Brad had entered rehab for his drug addiction. Amanda had moved out of their house and moved in with me while she tried to sort everything out in her head. Josh had been released from the hospital, and he was staying with his parents. Josh’s dad had taken over the business while Josh was still recovering.

And Victoria…
ugh, that bitch.
Every time I turned around, she was calling Josh, texting Josh, coming to “check up on Josh.”

I hate her more than anything. She makes Lynda look like an angel.

As I stared at her car sitting in the driveway, my hands gripped the steering wheel just a little harder.

Great. Just what I needed. I already feel like I’m getting the flu. Now, I have to look at her fucking face.

One of the reasons I came over was because Josh’s birthday was coming up, and his mother wanted to plan a party for him. It was still awkward for both Josh and me. I was trying to give him the room and space he’d asked for, and he was trying his best to take things slow even though I could tell he wanted to be with me as much as I was dying to be with him.

I started walking up the steps when I heard the door open and close. I saw Elizabeth with a pissed-off look on her face. She came down the steps like she was mad as hell.

“Follow me, baby girl,” she said, storming past me.

I heard the door open again, and I looked back to see Josh standing there.

“Hey! I’m so glad you stopped by,” he said as he flashed that damn smile at me.

Ugh...that dimple.
I just wanted to run into his arms. I smiled, but then it quickly faded when I saw Victoria walking up behind him.

“Hey, Smeather,” she said with a laugh.

She’d taken to the habit of calling me Smeather even though I’d asked her fifty times to please call me Heather. I had no idea why in the hell she called me that.

Just then, I felt Elizabeth grab my arm and pull me along with her.

“Mom, wait! Please, Mom, let’s talk about this,” Josh called out.

I looked behind me to see Victoria waving at me before she turned and went back into the house.

Yep, I hate her.

“Elizabeth, what the hell is going on? You seem so pissed?”

“Oh my god, I’m gonna punch that girl square in the face.” She came to a stop and spun around.

“What happened?”

“She just shows up when she pleases. Day or night, she just comes to the house whenever she feels like it,” Elizabeth said, her hands flying all over the place.

Oh god. I feel sick to my stomach.
I had gone back to Fredericksburg since Christmas break was over, and school started back up again, so I wasn’t around as much as I wanted to be. During the break, I had stayed at the cottage on Ari’s parents’ property, so I could be at the hospital as much as possible.

“Oh,” was all I could get out.

“I’m ready to run over her with my car,” Elizabeth said with the most serious face I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t help it, but I let out a laugh. “Is that why you’re so mad?” I asked.

“No. I knew you were on your way over, and I told Josh. I said it would probably be best if the bitch, um…Victoria left before you got here.”

I waited for her to continue. “Okay,” I said, trying to prompt her into going on.

She took a deep breath. “Josh, stupid ass son of mine, doesn’t see what this girl is up to, but I do. She’s after my son, and she doesn’t seem to care who she pushes out of the way to get to him. I’ve never in my life met a girl like this. I’m ready to slap a restraining order on her ass.”

I took another deep breath as I started to feel sick again. I put my hand to my head.
I wonder if I’m getting a fever ’cause I feel like shit!

“Are you not feeling well, baby girl?” Elizabeth pushed my hand out of the way and started feeling all over my face and forehead with the back of her hand.

“I think I’m getting the flu. I just feel so bad.” I leaned against the fence.

“Huh,” Elizabeth said, looking me up and down.

“So, what happened that made you storm out of the house like that?”

Elizabeth was staring at me, but then she shook her head as if she were clearing her thoughts. “Josh told me he wasn’t going to be rude because Victoria had taken such good care of him while he was in the hospital. He thinks she’s just being nice by coming over to check up on him. He said she was just a friend, and everything would be fine. Well, I told him he was a stupid ass. Then, she came walking into the kitchen, and I asked her to leave.”

“Wait. What? You just busted out and asked her to leave?”