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I stay in bed, and finally, I'm able to sleep. Unfortunately, it's only a few hours before Brock wakes me up for a quickie before we head out. I want to jump in the shower before we go, but Brock says we are already running late, so we head back to the Manor.
There aren't any other cars here yet, indicating that we aren't as late as I thought. As we walk through the front door, I can smell my mother's famous Christmas Egg Bake, and I smile. I've always loved Christmas time when my father was alive. I wonder if I can learn to love it again.
Brock stops me right outside the door and pushes me against the wall. His mouth crashes against mine in a heated kiss, but Bain's voice breaks us apart a moment later. "I would think the two of you got all of that out of your system last night."
My stepfather leans against the doorjamb, grinning amusedly. My face turns red, and then I want to find a rock to crawl under with Brock's response. "Don't you mean this morning? I'm sorry if we are late, but we got a little busy." He fucking winks at my stepfather, who only chuckles.
"It's all good, but we are waiting on you two. Now that you're here let's go eat." Bain steps aside to let us pass.
"I thought we were having company. I didn't see any other car outside…" I stop short and gasp the moment my eyes land on piercing green ones. My breathing stops, and I feel my world crumble around me as I notice the hurt inside their depths.
"Beau…"
Twenty-Five
I pray that my eyes are playing tricks on me, but I know this is real when I meet my mother's eyes and see their saddened look. Beau is home for the holiday, and nobody told me. I glare at my stepfather, who only raises a brow at me, and I turn to leave, but Brock grabs my hand and pulls me against his chest.
"Awe, what a nice surprise! I didn't know you were coming back for Christmas. We didn't get you anything, did we, baby?" Brock's voice when he refers to me as hisbaby, grinds on my nerves.
I yank myself away and turn on him. "Don't ever call me that. My name is Ryan, and you." I turn on my stepfather. "How could you do this to me? I have done everything you have asked of me, and this is how I'm repaid?"
"Ryan…" my mother begs, but I also turn on her.
"Don't Ryan me, Mom! You haven't been the same since you marriedBain! You said you would be there for me when Beau left, but I was left all alone."
"Ryan!" Bain says my name in warning, but all I do is look right at Beau.
He deserves to know how it's been since he's been gone. I don't want him to think that I no longer love him. He deserves to know. To hell with the consequences. We couldn't say goodbye, and now Bain is making it impossible for us to enjoy the holiday together.
"I'm sorry, Beau. I was spiraling again, and I knew how far you worked to help me get clean. I didn't want to undo all that work, so instead of going back to drugs, I went back to Brock for something else. It wasn't my intention at first; I was just lonely…"
"Yeah, and now she's not." Brock pulls me back to him, but I elbow him in the gut. "Oof."
"Don't do that again, Brock!" I look back to Beau, but he's already standing, getting ready to leave the room. "Beau…please, don't leave."
"I can't be near you right now," he grinds out through clenched teeth, his body tensed as he gives me his back.
I want to scream and cry, but I give him what he wants instead. "Then stay, and I'll go. You've been gone for months and deserve to spend time with your father. God knows that I don't want to be anywhere around him right now…" I turn and walk back out of the room.
"Ryan!" I hear Bain call out, but I don't stop.
Suddenly, my arm is being grabbed, and I'm being yanked back. "You will not act like a fucking child, Ry!" Brock barks angrily.
"Let me the fuck go, Brock!"
"No. We came here to have a nice family breakfast…"
"Get your fucking hands off her!" Beau's rage-filled voice echoes through the room, and my heart stops.
"You no longer have a say, Huntley. You fucking left her ass, and it was me who helped her get passed the hurt that you caused her!" Brock bites back without letting me go.
"You know nothing of what is going on, asshole. Now… Let. Her. Go." Beau's eyes move to Brock's hand still wrapped around my forearms.
"Beau! Mind your own business," Bain chastises his son. "That is between the two of them. Brock won't hurt her…"
My stepfather smirks at me when he says this, and I can't help but to look at Brock in shock.Please, don't tell me Brock talks to Bain about our sex life! Brock starts pulling me toward the stairs, and I let him because I'm still in shock. When I finally get a grip, I look back at Beau, but he's already walking back into the dining room. He's not happy. If I know Beau at all, the way he's carrying himself at the moment tells me that he is two seconds away from fucking shit up, and the last thing I need is for him to piss off his father and be made to leave.
I'm hoping we will have a chance to talk while he's home, but it won't happen when Brock is around, so I'll wait and try to sneak into his room later. For now, I stomp up to my room with Brock in tow. I spin on him when I get to the door leading up to my room.
