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Authors: L. A. Remenicky
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her mom and dad had taken Skylar down to the diner for breakfast; they had wanted to let Robbie and Ragan sleep in after their late night.
She smiled as she recalled Mark’s kiss. He had treated her with respect, like a princess. Then the scene between Robbie and Adam replayed in her mind, and she remembered the look of betrayal on Adam’s face. I guess I did betray him. I kept his son a secret from him for over two years.
Robbie stumbled into the kitchen and ambled over to the coffeepot. “Let me get some caffeine before you start in on me,” he offered. “God, my head feels like it’s going to roll right off my shoulders. Actually, right now I wish it would.” He poured himself a mug of the steaming liquid and sat down at the table, rubbing his eyes and grimacing with an obvious hangover.
Ragan noticed the slight puffiness of his face, a telling sign that last night was not the only night that he had gotten drunk. From the look of his features, it had been going on for quite some time.
“It serves you right. What the hell were you thinking?” She stood over him, yelling despite his discomfort, “Why would you do that to me?” The waterworks started as she turned too fast on her weakened ankle in order to escape upstairs before she said something she’d regret. Double pain.
“Please don’t cry, Ragan,” Robbie said softly, “You know I can’t stand it when you do.” That made her spin on her good foot and look him in the eye where she saw the shadow again.
“What did you expect, shouting out my secret in front of the whole pub? I’m sure Mom and Dad are getting an earful at the diner this morning.” Ragan sat next to him at the table and put her head in her hands. “I wish I could’ve warned them before they left, but I was still asleep after lying awake all night worrying about what they’re going to say.”
“Everything was weighing on me, so I got drunk to try and forget about all of it,” he offered the excuse. “We both know how well that worked.”
“What do you mean by everything ? Is it your job? Is that why you came home?” She glared at him, not liking that he looked away instead of at her.
“You’re going to make me tell you, aren’t you?” he asked, knowing that was exactly what she’d do. Ragan never let him get off that easy. “How about some more coffee? God, what was I thinking?”
They both jumped in their seats at the sound of the front door slamming. “Robert Allen Newlin, I want to talk to you right now!” Peggy’s voice echoed through the structure.
Robbie’s expression shifted to one of horror; the announcement left little doubt their mother had heard about the scene at the club. Ragan tried to sneak out through the utility room, but their mom was too smart for that. “And where do you think you’re going, Ragan Louise? Someone better fill me in about what happened last night. I’ve already heard three different versions, so I’ll know if you leave something out. Details and the whole truth, kids. Robbie, you start…”
Three hours later, Ragan limped back downstairs to the kitchen for a soda; worn out from the long conversation with her mom, she really needed the caffeine. She spotted Robbie trying to leave via the back door. “Hold it, buster; we’re not done yet.”
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “I knew I should have left while you were in the shower,” he said aloud with a groan.
“We’re alone here. It’s time you and I had a serious talk, Robbie. Come clean. What’s up with you? I can tell it’s something big; you know you can talk to me about anything.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can’t you just leave it alone, Ragan?”
“Nope, not after what happened at the bar last night. I’ve never seen you that drunk before, not even in college. You’re not leaving until you tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I can’t,” he whispered as he turned again to leave the room.
She seized his arm and tried to
She smiled as she recalled Mark’s kiss. He had treated her with respect, like a princess. Then the scene between Robbie and Adam replayed in her mind, and she remembered the look of betrayal on Adam’s face. I guess I did betray him. I kept his son a secret from him for over two years.
Robbie stumbled into the kitchen and ambled over to the coffeepot. “Let me get some caffeine before you start in on me,” he offered. “God, my head feels like it’s going to roll right off my shoulders. Actually, right now I wish it would.” He poured himself a mug of the steaming liquid and sat down at the table, rubbing his eyes and grimacing with an obvious hangover.
Ragan noticed the slight puffiness of his face, a telling sign that last night was not the only night that he had gotten drunk. From the look of his features, it had been going on for quite some time.
“It serves you right. What the hell were you thinking?” She stood over him, yelling despite his discomfort, “Why would you do that to me?” The waterworks started as she turned too fast on her weakened ankle in order to escape upstairs before she said something she’d regret. Double pain.
“Please don’t cry, Ragan,” Robbie said softly, “You know I can’t stand it when you do.” That made her spin on her good foot and look him in the eye where she saw the shadow again.
“What did you expect, shouting out my secret in front of the whole pub? I’m sure Mom and Dad are getting an earful at the diner this morning.” Ragan sat next to him at the table and put her head in her hands. “I wish I could’ve warned them before they left, but I was still asleep after lying awake all night worrying about what they’re going to say.”
“Everything was weighing on me, so I got drunk to try and forget about all of it,” he offered the excuse. “We both know how well that worked.”
“What do you mean by everything ? Is it your job? Is that why you came home?” She glared at him, not liking that he looked away instead of at her.
“You’re going to make me tell you, aren’t you?” he asked, knowing that was exactly what she’d do. Ragan never let him get off that easy. “How about some more coffee? God, what was I thinking?”
They both jumped in their seats at the sound of the front door slamming. “Robert Allen Newlin, I want to talk to you right now!” Peggy’s voice echoed through the structure.
Robbie’s expression shifted to one of horror; the announcement left little doubt their mother had heard about the scene at the club. Ragan tried to sneak out through the utility room, but their mom was too smart for that. “And where do you think you’re going, Ragan Louise? Someone better fill me in about what happened last night. I’ve already heard three different versions, so I’ll know if you leave something out. Details and the whole truth, kids. Robbie, you start…”
Three hours later, Ragan limped back downstairs to the kitchen for a soda; worn out from the long conversation with her mom, she really needed the caffeine. She spotted Robbie trying to leave via the back door. “Hold it, buster; we’re not done yet.”
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “I knew I should have left while you were in the shower,” he said aloud with a groan.
“We’re alone here. It’s time you and I had a serious talk, Robbie. Come clean. What’s up with you? I can tell it’s something big; you know you can talk to me about anything.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can’t you just leave it alone, Ragan?”
“Nope, not after what happened at the bar last night. I’ve never seen you that drunk before, not even in college. You’re not leaving until you tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I can’t,” he whispered as he turned again to leave the room.
She seized his arm and tried to
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