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CHAPTER9
"Ican't talk to her, Brian, not now, not ever."
"Gage, son, you know that's not reasonable; if you ever want to move forward, you're going to have to deal with her at some point."
"Dad..."
"No, son hear me out; I'm just looking out for your best interest here. You know how we are, you know our legacy, and you know what she is to you."
"Dad, what the fuck are you saying? Are you saying I have to forgive and forget; I have to let this shit go? Go on like this shit never happened?"
"Of course, that's not what I'm saying, but I am telling you to give yourself time, think this thing through, and don't make any rash decisions. This is your life we're talking about here, son."
I really didn't want to hear this shit right now. I knew what he was getting at, but I just couldn't. I couldn't deal. I just wanted to go back to a little over a week ago when things were damn near perfect. What the fuck happened to my life? Now that my head was a little clearer than it had been for the past few days, things weren't adding up for me. This person, this girl in the news headlines with a married father of two, was not the girl I knew. My Suzette would never do such a thing. It just wasn't in her. So what the fuck happened? What could've possibly transpired between the two of them? I wanted to know every minute detail, and yet I didn't want to know. Conundrum. Fuck me.
"Dad, don't you understand? I can't see her right now; I'm not in my right mind for this. When she told me, she kissed him; I wanted to spit in her face and slam her head into the fucking wall in front of all those people. Now the papers are saying she fucked him, and that bullshit apology...she fucked him, dad, my Suzette fucked a fifty-year-old man with a wife and kids. Obviously, she wasn't happy with me, but why couldn't she just tell me? That day before the awards show, we were home together just like any other day, playing with Rex, going for a swim, I made love to her dad, and all the while, she knew she had fucked him. How can I live with that?"
The look on my dad's face alone was enough to make me want to find that fuck Terry Poole and fuck his shit up. I never stopped to think about how my agony was affecting my loved ones, especially mom and dad, but being here with them, I could see it. They were hurting, not just because they had loved her, but because I was hurting. I guess no matter how old a kid was; he was still your kid. My dad was definitely hurting for me, and that shit was not cool.
There was a knock on the door before the women invaded. I was wondering how long it would take them to make an appearance. It wasn't like the women in this family to take a backseat.
"Okay, guys, you've had him long enough; now it's our turn. They all made themselves comfortable around the room. Mom and dad took the leather couch, sitting as close together as possible. Brian took one of the side chairs with Connie on his lap, while Derrick and Tiffany took the same position in the matching chair.
At that moment, I couldn't help thinking about how things used to be whenever Suzette and I would come home for a visit, which was pretty often. We would all sit around together like this, except I usually had her in my lap then too. It was going to be hard not being part of a couple anymore; we'd spent almost every day together except when we were working, which we had both decided early on we would only work locally unless one of us was on a break and was able to follow the other on location. It had worked out well until this last show of hers. The one where she met that piece of shit, Poole.
Why the fuck couldn't I go ten minutes without thinking about her? Would I ever have peace of mind again? Fuck my life.
"So, here's the plan." Connie's twang drew me out of my misery.
"We call Suzette up to meet; I'm thinking Tiffany should do it since she trusts you, and then I ambush the bitch in a dark alley somewhere and beat the shit out of her..."
"Connie..." Mom admonished.
"What? It's not like you're not all thinking the same thing." she rolled her eyes around the room. I'm not sure I liked hearing that; as much as I wanted to dig into Suzette, I didn't want anyone else fucking with her.
"That may be, but we're not animals, we're civilized, rational people, and we will deal with this as such. Now, Gage, it's up to you how you want to handle this; we'll support you in whatever way you need. You should know that I already spoke to Bess, and she's taken care of the house. Yes, she told me about the mess you made there."
I had a sheepish look on my face; yeah, I'd almost forgotten about that; I'll have to give Bess some kind of bonus for taking care of that shit. Speaking of which...
"Don't worry about her and Sanchez; they're already taken care of. I gave them both a month off with pay. Bess insists on going by the house at least once a week for the upkeep, and I figured the grounds could go a month without suffering. Maddox security already has a few men there. They already had a run-in with the paparazzi, so we'll just leave them there for now. All you have to do is concentrate on you, focus on your needs."
Leave it to mom to handle shit.
"Next order of business Jane; do you want to make a statement, do you want to let it all blow over on its own, what do you want?"
"Mom, I don't know what I want; I do know I don't want to make any statements, although that crap about me wanting to meet that fucker for a man-to-man sit down makes me want to say something. Why would I want to see him? He's just as guilty as she is; why the fuck would I take his word for anything? The only reason I would want to see that asshole would be to put a cap in his ass."
" That could be arranged..."
"Brian." Mom sighed.
"I'm just saying James is on standby for whatever."
Oh fuck, James Dupree was head of Maddox security. He and his wife Amanda were fucking walking weapons; I wouldn't wish those two on my worst enemy, well maybe Poole...no, I want to take care of that fuck myself.
"We'll have none of that; let's not forget none of us knows what really happened yet, including you, Gage."
"Linda, there are pictures..."
