Chapter 22

Huey's POV:

It was so God damn hard not to pounce on her yesterday. Years of me being so monotone and nonchalant has taught me how to hide my emotions to the point where it seems I have none. That's what I had to do. There was no way I could simply try to crawl into bed with her after what happened. I could barely stand to look at her.

This was my first time experiencing shame this much, but I deserved it. Nothing could make up for what I did. And yes, I saw it. I saw the sadness slip into her big emerald eyes and how her bottom lip twitched downward before forcing herself not to cry. Of course I noticed all those things, however, I wasn't expecting the huge rush of sadness it brought to myself. My heart clenched inside of me and I realized yet again how much I fucked up and how much I've continued to fuck up. Still it was either I feel this and find some way to get through it (a.k.a drinking) or I felt something extremely worse if she found out and took Rosa from me. I was willing to risk anything if it meant I could still have both of them.

I slowly dragged my eyes open. I must of been sleeping really hard because my body still felt heavy. Pain radiated through my body as I forced myself to get up. I completely forgot I had passed out on the couch. As I stretched and cracked my back I realized it was very quiet in the house. I was used to Jazmine being up by this time, making me breakfast or singing to Rosa, but there was no sound at all.

"Jazmine?" I called out as I stood up.

There was no reply. Maybe she was still sleeping. I wouldn't be surprised, if she did cry she probably cried herself to sleep and she always sleeps longer when that happens. I sighed softly and got up as I walked up the stairs. I was gonna have to face the outcome of my decision yet again, no matter how much it hurt. I walked into our bedroom and to my surprise she was sitting with Rosa next to her as she silently read a book.

"Jazmine?"

There was a small pause, as if she was debating whether or not to reply to me. Then she sighed and slowly sat her book on the nightstand next to the bed. As she turned to look at me I was shocked again. Her eyes weren't watery and puffy like last night, they just looked really annoyed. I suddenly felt as if I was a child about to scolded by their mother, but she didn't do that either. She only pursed her lips a little to add to her annoyed look.

"What do you want?" her voice was icy and irate.

Maybe it was the fact that I was expecting a much different reaction but something about the way she was speaking and looking at me as if I was an mosquito that wouldn't get out, irked me a bit.

I raised one eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest. "You didn't hear me calling your name?" I asked.

"I did."

Okay so she was ignoring me. I did deserve that, and worse. So I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. It was still difficult to look at her so I looked down at the bed sheet as I continued to talk to her.

"Did you just wake up?"

"No."

"We-"

"You should be getting ready," she interrupted, ending the uncomfortable small talk. She reached over to pick up her book as she began to read it again. "You have work soon right?"

Silence again. I slowly brought my eyes up to glance at her. Again, not only have I known her practically my whole life but I was also in love with this woman so I could tell whenever she was forcing herself not to do something. For example, her eyebrows were furrowed as her eyes darted back and forth on the page. Her fingers were tightly gripping the book and I knew she was forcing herself not to look at me. I looked back down and got up without another word.

This was MY fault, MY doing. Just one stupid, drunken, mistake lead to neither my fiancee or myself able to look at each other. I wasn't sure if there was a way to make it right. Still I love her, and no doubt at this moment she was probably questioning that. So instead of walking out the room I swiftly walked back to her and lifted her head. In shock of the moment the book fell from her hands and she stared up at with her big, beautiful eyes. I wanted so badly to kiss her on the lips, but I just couldn't force myself to do it, not now at least. So I slowly bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, staying there for a bit.

Her hands went to my chest as she gripped onto my shirt as if not wanting me to move, but almost as soon as she did I also felt her lose her grip a bit. She was trying so hard not to give in too easily so instead of grabbing onto me again she pushed me away.

"You should really start getting ready." her voice was low, but the irate tone of it was gone.

I didn't say anything as I left the room and closed it softly behind me. Everything that had happened continued to play over and over in my head as I got into the shower. It was getting to me more and more, and at first I couldn't exactly understand it. I mean Jazmine and I were not perfect so of course we've had our arguments where she's done the same thing she's doing now (giving me the cold shoulder) but something about this was different.

I think it was the shock.

Usually when I'm the first to give in, she smiles or smirks. Something to show she was happy with her win but this time there was only shock. I thought about the look on her face again and I thought about how when I kissed her she pushed me away, because she wasn't just shocked, she was sad. Although she had no clue how big all of this is, she's not an idiot. She knows whatever is causing me to act this way cant be solved with a simple kiss.

I looked back at our house as I drove off to work. It was all becoming more and more obvious that I wasn't the only one suffering from this.

We all were.

"Annnd," I paused as I sat my chalk down and the bell rang, ending this class period. "We'll pick this back up tomorrow."

I sat down at my desk as students began leaving, some waving before they left and heard the excitement in there voice. At least that was one thing I was still doing right. I actually enjoyed having them very interested in everything I was teaching. I was pretty sure after all the years of trying to get someone to actually listen to me, having a whole class full listening (and enjoying) was an amazing feeling, however, my normal wave of nausea came back in almost 2x the normal speed as I saw the only student left in my classroom was Christina.

Of course it was Christina.

And why did she have the disgusting smirk on her face again?

My stomach lurched as she slowly raised from her seat and made her way over to me. Her eyes remained locked in mine, her face seemed more and more devious as she got closer. It was obvious she wasn't coming to ask for notes or for me to sign something. She wanted something and she was gonna do whatever it took to convince me to give it to her, my stomach lurched again.

"Look at you all sobered up. Did I ever mention how sexy you are?" Not only the fact that she called me sexy but the way she said it caused me to scowl deeply.

"You don't talk to your teacher that-"

She waved me off as she plopped down on my desk and arched her back to look back at me. I wasn't an idiot I knew she was trying to show off her body or something, it was disgusting. "Please Huey, no one else is here, you can stop pretending now."

This girl was seriously fucked up in the head. "Pretending?" I questioned. "You really think me avoiding you is all pretend?"

She scoffed. "You can't be ripping someone's clothes off one minute then ignoring them the next. Unless..." her voice trailed off, obviously for dramatic effect.

I didn't respond, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of continuing whatever psycho fuck thing she had going on in her head. Instead I began to shove all their ungraded papers into my bag and grabbed my keys. I was getting the fuck out of here as soon as possible. Though as I stood up to leave she practically dove into my lap, stopping me.

"Huey," her eyes were pleading but the only effect it had on me was to throw her clear across the room. "Please, I know you're still worried but I want it sooo bad! Don't you miss it?"

"You're fucking insane."

She turned and straddled me, smacking the bag out of my hands. "I know you want me Huey, you begged me!" she insisted as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me.

I shoved her back. "Get the fuck away from me." I said firmly. No I didn't want this or her. I couldn't even touch my own wife, she was the LAST person I wanted anywhere near me.

"Huey..."

With one final shove she was off of me. "This isn't some fucking Obsessed movie Christina. This is MY LIFE and I'm not gonna entertain whatever fucked up logic you built up in your crazy ass head. Even if I did beg you, I was DRUNK. I know you recall my complete confusion the moment I woke up so listen; No I don't want you. No I don't miss it. No NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING , is ever gonna happen to between us ever again! Now get OUT of my classroom."

I'm not gonna lie, it felt good. It was like squaring off with something that had feared you for a long time. No I wasn't fearful of her, but what we did and the possibility of it all coming out did scare me. Which was pretty obvious. I watched as her face distorted into many emotions at once. It was scary and intriguing all at the same time. I saw sadness flicker in her eyes, as she scowled. Then her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her mouth twitched into a frown as if she was about to cry. Anger flashed here and there and then finally her face was back to normal. I watched as slowly she narrowed her eyes at me.

"You're lying..." she mumbled softly, almost as if to herself.

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. She came closer to me and I backed up almost involuntarily. Her face again showed many emotions and it became clear to me just how crazy she was becoming.

"No, no you wanted me! I saw it, I-I felt it! Why are you lying Huey?!"

"I'm not."

She was now right in front of me, speaking in a quiet voice as she searched my face to see if there was any sign that maybe I did want her, but I didn't and that was easy to show. "Huey please...just touch me one more time. Just let me feel that again, I want you." she was breathing heavy as if the thought was giving her pleasure.

I was done with this. I didn't even give her a response as I made my way to the door. I was thinking, maybe tomorrow I'll kick her out, never have to see that psychotic face again. The thought made me smile until I heard her whisper something again under her breath.

"What?" I asked turning to face her, did I hear her correctly?

She looked up at me, the devious look was back. "I could tell, I could tell EVERYONE. Your wife, the school board, my parents, the police. Everyone Huey. You wanna know what you'd be face with? Rape. That's right, they will all think you raped me and even if your pathetic wife doesn't she'll know you cheated at least." the way she was saying all of this, she wasn't bullshitting me.

My hands automatically curled into tight fist as I advanced over to her. "Don't you dare call my wife-"

"Or what?" she was seriously challenging me now. "You're gonna hit me? Wanna add violence to the rape charge? Do it Huey, hit me. Slam me against the wall, treat me like you did when WE HAD SEX!"

"Shut the hell up!" I snapped, hoping no one from outside had heard her.

She saw that she had got me and was completely taking advantage of the whole thing. Her hands found their way to my chest as she slowly began to loosen my tie and unbutton it. "Come on Huey, I know you secretly want it. You want something. I can give you that, I can make it all better."

Suddenly I felt tired all over again, I realized I had been defeated. I realized what she was proposing for me to do in order for her to keep her mouth shut, and my whole body felt tired.

"Christina dont..."

"Shhhhhh," she leaned up and kissed me softly. Her lips were foreign and weird against mine, they didn't belong. "You'll realize that you want me, I'll help you realize it Huey." She had completely got my shirt off by then and she was taking hers off as she continued to talk. She pressed her body against mine as she breathed into my ear, "Take me Huey."

I wanted to push her away and end this, wanted to tell her that I would take her challenge but too much was at stake. I couldn't risk all my life. Yes, this hurt like hell and my stomach was threatening to throw up all over the room but I knew what I had to do. I braced myself and tried to block out all thoughts as I had sex with Christina, yet again.

Sophie's POV:

As with all of my clients I had to meet with them separately. It had taken sometime, and annoying back and forth before Riley finally agreed to just stay his ass home for a day so I could talk to him. It was almost eerily weird how I could refer to them as their real names instead of just client #1 and so forth. I began to wonder if I was becoming a little too attached to this case. The possibility of me losing this case was still high in the air, still I wasn't one that gave up easily and I loved a challenge.

I smoothed down my skirt as I rang the doorbell. It was annoying to dress up in my buisness attire but if anyone saw me coming here casually then no doubt it would raise even more suspicion on how close I was to this case. It was clear as day Detective Chubs already hated all the guys and wanted any reason for them not to have me as a lawyer. See, he was originally the best detective around, everyone knew that. Near the end of my first year though people were hearing alot about me, and Chubs was offended (like me, he loves a challenge). So in some weird ass coincidence we ended up taking different ends of the same case and if it isn't obvious already, I won.

I was relishing my past victory and even feeling more confident as the door swung open. Riley has obviously just thrown on some sweatpants that hung low on his waist. I raised both of my eyebrows in surprise. "Hellooo." I said, trying to keep my voice steady as if he wasn't making me uncomfortable.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned then finally settled his eyes on me. Those chocolate brown eyes almost instantly lite with excitement as he smirked. "Hey." his voice was low, obviously he just woke up.

I rolled my eyes, already over all the flirting that was sure to come as I pushed my way into his house. As I did, I silently cursed myself. Again he is my client not someone I've been friends with for years, I needed to start acting more professional. I took off my heels out of courtesy as he closed the door behind me. He softly touched my back and led me to his living room, I raised one eyebrow but didn't say anything about the gesture.

"Okay let's get right into it shall we?" I asked as I took out my familiar note pad and pen.

He slouched down on his couch and draped his arm behind me and again the gesture made me curious. "Damn bae, you get straight ta business. I thought we could have some fun first." he said as his smirk grew.

I only raised my eyebrow a little higher and rolled my eyes. "Anyways so when I met with Jazmine she stumbled alot-"

"That's a surprise?"

"So I want to go over all the things I asked her and see if you do any better."

He nodded. "Iight go."

So as we started I realized that he was ALOT better than I thought. Unlike Jazmine he didn't point out a specific time, his answer was just vague enough to pass and he described everything as nonchalant as possible, as if this was any other day to him. It completely shocked me but I continued, seeing if I could make him slip up but he was near perfection, however,that changed fast.

"Are you familiar with Ms. Cindy McPhearson?" I asked.

No lie, even with only the lighting from the windows I could see his face lose some color and turn to stone. He swallowed and cleared his throat as he nodded, as if forming words were not possible. I knew I had him, and even though he was my client I was gonna grill his ass as if he was not.

"Tell me, what was the relationship between Ms. McPhearson and Mr. Rimmer?" I asked.

Again, his uncomfortable movements. He leaned forward and avoiding eye contact. "He was her pimp..." his voice was low and getting smaller by the second.

"And what is your relation with Ms. McPhearson?"

"She was my uhhh...best friend..." he said it grudgingly and I knew he didn't want to get into the whole ex girlfriend/ baby mama/ fuck buddy/ best friend/ etc etc.

I narrowed my eyes and sat down my notepad, it was time to get real. "So who informed you about her being his pimp?" I asked.

"She did."

"I see, and when was this?"

He shifted. "Well I mean, she didn't really tell me-"

"But you just said she did."

"Well yeah but what I meant was, well..." his voice trailed off again, there was obviously something he really didn't want to share.

"Mr. Freeman should I remained you, you said an oath before coming up on this stand? So please, how did you meet Ms. McPhearson?" I persisted but he wouldn't budge. "Mr-"

Suddenly he was upright again and there was his smirk plastered right on his face. "Aye, let's take a break. I mean why da fuck is that gon matter anyways?" he inched closer as his arm slid from behind me and wrapped around my neck.

I didn't move or anything, just stared back into his eyes. It was all so clear as day, his motive, that he did it, the hurt in the fact that after that big thing she still left. His eyes were playful though, quickly trying to cover it all up. I grabbed his arm and removed it from behind me.

"It's important because these lawyers do their research and from the research I did, even without everything you guys told me, it was obvious you two dated." He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed that the conversation was reversing back to her but I didn't stop. "Riley," I persisted. "She went to the hospital to make sure that she was indeed pregnant. All they need is one test result to show that your the father, proving that your relationship started back up again. That makes you suspect numero uno."

"Ain't I already suspect numero uno?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "But this just adds to it." I shook my head and sighed softly. "Look I know you don't like talking about her but they WILL bring her up. You can't do that the minute you hear her name, you're completely giving yourself away." I told him. I tried to study his expression but all I saw was annoyance. Oh he was the one annoyed? I reached forward and grabbed onto his face, forcing him to look at me. "This isn't some joke! Lives are at stake! Stop acting like some whiny brat!"

He snatched my hand off of him. "And why don't you stop acting like nagging ass bitch?" he shot back.

My eyes widened in shock. "I'm trying to help!" I snapped again, god he INFURIATING.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE HELPING BY BRINGING HER UP?!"

"AREN'T YOU DOING THIS FOR HER?!"

Suddenly there was silence. A cool, thick silence. It was if someone had just lightly tapped the side of a castle of cards and was patiently waiting for it all to tip down. That's how I felt looking at Riley, as if he might crumble, but his face stayed the same. He was about to fall, not yet. He sighed softly, breaking the silence. I slowly began to collect my things.

"I'm sorry, that was very unprofessional." I told him as I stood up. "We'll continue later."

There was no response from him and I didn't wait for one. I needed to go somewhere and recollect. I had a million thoughts buzzing through my head that really needed to connect already. It wasn't until I had left and was driving away on my car that I began to think though.

First, how he was acting towards me. It was all curious at the moment and now I realized why. Yes, he wanted to seem like he wanted me oh-so-badly and he was a huge flirt (which he is) but it was obvious it wasn't real. His mouth said one thing, but his actions said another. First he didn't feel me up or touch my ass or anything like I seen him do with many other girls. He gently touched my back and when he wrapped his arm around me, it was around my neck. See no, he wasn't fooling me. He didn't want me, he probably didn't want any girl other than Cindy but he wanted it to stop.

The pain.

And the only way he knew how to stop it was to make himself feel something even stronger. It was so obvious though, so painfully honest how in love he was with her. He killed someone for her, forgave her after running off for 3 years, tried to save her, and got her pregnant. He even wanted to keep the baby. My heart ached for him and I cursed myself yet again. I shouldn't have snapped at him, it was not only out of line but again he was trying the best way he knew how.

As I slowed down at the light another thought skittered into my mind. I could of ignored it, but it sent a shiver up and down my spine. The question I had asked him, "aren't you doing this for her?" . Was he? I mean in the beginning it was obvious that he was. She was here and he wanted to be with her, he killed someone for her but now she was gone. What was keeping him from continuing this? He could turn himself in, escape the world for a while until he eventually forgot about her and everyone else. Suddenly my whole body felt cool.

If Riley didn't have a reason for this anymore he could easily give up, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

Author's Note: I know I know this part is hella short compared to all the others but I really wanted to post something, it's been too long! School is really biting me in the ass and Im still trying to find a way to juggle all this stuff so I can truly get back into writing while not like, failing lol. Anyways WOO THE DRAMA THE DRAMA. Mostly with Huey. I was actually surprised how many of you hate Huey now like daaaaamn, I see you xD Honestly I fucking HATE Christina now she's blackmailing my baby?! And it doesn't look like Sophie preparation for the trial is going well. Will the boys be able to get through this? Wait and see~

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