Brian's Point of View


This is what I do when I get confused. I drive. I never think about where I'm going I just go. And that's what I'm doing now. All that shit that Marilyn said the other day in the park has got me all sorts of confused. What the fuck did that mean? What could I have possible done to hurt her more than that douche? I never once hit her or called her bad names. Why did she run from me?

Before I knew it I was rounding the corner to Marilyn's Mom's house. Fuck it. I'm here might as well go get some fucking answers. No matter what Marilyn thinks she owes me that.

I got out of my car and started up the path to the front door. Alice opened the front door after two rings of the doorbell.

"Brian?" She asked.

"Hi, Alice." I said with a small smile. The last time I saw her was when I begged her to tell me where Marilyn went or even just why she left me.

"It's been a while since I've seen you." She said with a weak smile.

"Yeah, it has." I said.

"Please, come in." She demanded moving back so I could walk inside her home.

I walked inside the house and looked over to the mantle and became puzzled.

"Why are all the pictures face down?" I asked while pointing towards the mantle.

"Oh, that was Marilyn. She doesn't like them." She answered with a sad smile.

"Um, speaking of Marilyn, is she here?"

"No, she went out." She said worry flashing across her face.

"Oh, I see."

"You actually just missed your friend by a half hour." She informed me as she took a seat on the couch and motioned for me to do the same.

"Oh really? Zacky was here?" I asked, I knew it was him because he was close to Marilyn before she left and he was the only one of the guys I told about her being here.

"Yeah, he was here when Marilyn left."

"She talked to him?" I asked feeling a pang of jealousy hit my heart.

"She doesn't talk to anyone, Brian."

I sat there not really knowing what to say. I don't know what happened. I don't know how to help her. I don't even know if I can.

"Brian?" Alice called out to me.

"Yeah." I said when I looked up at her and she had tears in her eyes.

"I have something I need to tell you but I need you to understand somethings first."

"What is it, Alice." I asked, could it be that she's going to tell me why Marilyn left me.

"I need you to known that there were so many times I almost told you but I just couldn't because I felt like I'd be betraying my daughter and I just couldn't do that. Not after everything we've been through. But I regret not telling you everyday." By the time she finished she was in tears.

"Alice, -" I started but she cut me off.

"Just let me get this all out."

"Okay." I said.

"After it happened, I lost her anyway. She's not herself anymore. She overdosed about a year ago. I tired so hard to get her help but that stupid boyfriend of hers just threw me out. She needs to face her secrets, so she can heal. But she's scared."

"I didn't know she was that bad." I stated more to myself than her.

"Brian, the reasons I'm telling you this now is because you deserve to know, as much as 'Lyn says you don't, and because this is my last chance to safe her from herself."

"What happened, Alice?"

"She left you because she was pregnant."

Before I could even fully process what she'd said, Marilyn was standing in front of us.

"What the fuck did you just do?"

"I did something I should've done a long time ago." Alice said not backing down from her daughter.

"You lying fucking bitch!" Marilyn yelled and I couldn't just sit here and let this happen.

"Alright that's enough. Alice can I talk to her alone, please?" I asked.

"Sure, Brian. I'm gonna go for a drive and clear my head." She said before leaving.

Once Alice was out of the house I turned to Marilyn and demanded, "Sit down."

"Get out of my house." She spat back.

"It wasn't a fucking request. Sit the fuck down!" I yelled.

She looked scared for a moment and then did I as I said.

"Talk."

"About what?"

"You know what. Tell me about our child!" I yelled. I can't even think right now.

"We don't have a child, Brian." She said, in a broken voice.

"What do you mean?"

She got up and walked over to the downed pictures on the mantle place and brought it to me.

"Our son died in a car accident two years ago. He was two years old."

I felt my whole world spinning all around me and then it just came to a crashing halt as my eyes locked on to the photo of Marilyn and a smiling little boy in her lap.

"What was his name?" I asked tying to get a sense of who he was.

"Jacob. Jacob Haner." She said.

I looked up at her and saw for the first time since she's been back just how broken she really is. I must reflect her or she wouldn't still be here

Notes

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