Confessions

First, let me say that I'm not quite sure what all is going to be involved in this piece. There will be sex. Near the end. What all will happen, I'm not sure. I simply have a general idea of where this is headed.

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I stood on the stairs and watched as she threw everything he
had worked for, for at least the past ten years, out the
window. I was so angry at her for hurting him like this. And
she didn't even care that he could see. I tried blocking his
view, but it didn't matter. He knew.

He knew, and there was nothing I could do to help. I stood
there, half way down the stairs, torn between going to him and
trying to comfort the only real family I'd ever had, or going
to her and screaming my hatred in her face for what she had
done. I settled for just standing there, staring. I couldn't
help, and I knew it.

Standing at the landing, she stared back up at us. Beside her
was her boyfriend. The man she had been committing adultery with
for the past who knows how many months. While he, my adopted
father, busted his hump to try and make their failing marriage
work, she had been sleeping with another man. She didn't want
to fix their relationship. She wanted out of it and didn't
have the gall to tell him to his face. Instead, she went
behind his back and played kissey-face with this... This no-
good-for-anything meat sack.

Perhaps I was biased, but he didn't hold a candle to Kevin.
Not in any respect. Where Kevin was lean and muscular, this
man was lanky and all odd angles. Kevin was a soft, dirty
blond with caring, deep blue eyes. This man had a head full of
wiry, unruly black... mess. His eyes reminded me of chips of
obsidian; cold and harsh. How could she be attracted to him?

It didn't matter. What mattered was that she had hurt Kevin.
I couldn't stand for that. I had been with them since I was
16. It had been ten years ago. In that time, Kevin and I had
grown close. I still called her by her first name; Carin. He,
however, I called 'Dad'. Not because I felt the fatherly ties
children get with the male in their lives, but because he
deserved that title of respect. There were many other things I
would have rather called him, and that I reserved only for him,
such as confidant and best friend. She, however, had always
just been 'Carin'. And now I found new names bubbling to the
surface for her. Slut. Whore. Bitch.

I knew he was hurting. It was plain in his eyes. I wanted to
go to him, to wrap him in my arms and will all the pain away.
Instead, I stormed down the stairs and stopped, inches from
her. She simply stared at me, as if she couldn't believe what
was happening. In a fraction of a heart beat, my hand came up
and connected loudly with her right cheek. Red blossomed where
my hand had met with her flesh and my hand stung. Rather than
wince with the pain, I smiled, glad to be witnessing the utter
amazement and blatant shock registering on her face. It was
worth a few broken blood vessels. She deserved so much more.

Turning, her stunned silence at my back, I stormed back up the
stairs, moving to stand before him. He stood about five inches
taller than I, causing me to have to look up into those
hurt-filled azure orbs. Seeing the pain there made me want to
go hit her again. Instead, I leaned close and spoke softly. I
didn't want him to do anything brash. I didn't want anything
else to happen to him. She could walk out that door and get
hit by a truck, for all I cared. But not Kevin. Not my Kevin.

"I won't," he promised. I made him promise it again.

Then, reluctantly, I moved from his path and let him go to her,
coaxing her and her new boyfriend outside. I wanted to
follow... I wanted to make sure he kept his promise, but I
trusted him, as I always had. I trusted him to keep a level
head.

I should have known better.

After he had cooled down, they let me take him. The policeman
said he had had a man pinned to the ground, a woman standing
behind them, shrieking for him not to kill the other man. I
knew what had happened. I thanked the police officer for
calling me as I paid his bail. As we walked out, I offered him
a hug. He really looked like he needed one.

Once outside, I suggested we go somewhere other than home, as
that was the last place he needed to be right now. Agreeing,
Kevin allowed me to drive for a change. Pursing my lips, I
thought hard. Where would be a good place to take him?
Nodding and smiling, I started the car and carefully pulled
into traffic.