Fall Into Me (2/?)
SORRY I KNOW I DID THIS BACKWARDS!!! BUT CHAPTER ONE IS POSTED IN THE BREBA COMMUNITY. HERE IS THE LINK FOR IT!
CHAPTER ONE: http://community.livejournal.com/breba_community/29144.html
TITLE: Fall Into Me
AUTHOR: merylandrebafan
PAIRING: Reba/Brock
RATING: M
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!! Sad isn’t it?
SUMMARY: I need you to know you can fall into me
That my arms are wide open and will always be
Right here waiting, Staying strong
Come and fall into me
Reba is lost, hurt and scared. So who is the one person she can count on to bring her back to herself? Brock. The problem: Now he is the other man, and she the other woman.
Ch. 2
They knew it was wrong, yet they continued to let their lips press together softly. Reba hadn’t felt herself since the “accident,” and Brock made her feel herself again. Reba moaned as Brock’s tongue delicately flicked over her bottom lip and she parted her lips to allow his tongue to entwine with hers. Suddenly, Reba pulled away and looked towards the door.
“Brock, stop we cannot do this. I am married. You are married, and John will be back here soon.” Reba said frantically coming back to reality. How could she have done that? How could she have kissed him knowing he was in love with his wife? It was wrong, so very, very wrong. No matter how right it felt.
“Reba, listen to me. I am not sorry that I kissed you, and I will explain everything when you come home tomorrow. After all, John will have to go back to work for the both of you since you have orders to take a couple of days off. I will come over and we can talk then. In the mean time, try and get some rest.” Brock said and slipped his cell phone into her hand. If he tries anything at all tonight then press speed dial one and call my house phone. You don’t even have to say anything, I will just know to come and get you.” Reba nodded her head and attempted to smile. Brock got up off of the bed and kissed her forehead and left the room.
Reba watched him go and placed the phone under her blanket where John couldn’t see it. “I don’t think he will try anything while we are in the hospital.” Reba said to herself. She decided she should probably get what little rest she could before John came back and made her tense and uneasy again. Reba began to drift off. Wondering what her conversation with Brock would hold tomorrow. “He is probably going to tell me he kissed me because he felt sorry for me. After all, he is happily married. Heck, I am supposed to be happily married.” Reba thought to herself as her eyes closed and she willed sleep to come.
~*~
Brock had just arrived home and was thinking about the kiss he had shared with Reba. It was just as wonderful, if not more wonderful than he remembered. Then he remembered the bruise on her cheek, and the confession he had all but forced out of her and his blood began to boil. “How could he do something like that to someone so wonderful?” he wondered. “Why did I ever make the mistake of leaving?”
Brock walked into the kitchen and saw Barbra Jean and his heart broke for her. He had begged her to stay behind, and not take the job in Little Rock. Even though he knew he didn’t love her. At least not the way he should love a wife. He felt it necessary to make things work with her, because he knew he could never have Reba back. Brock thought about her actions earlier. She had kissed him too, and he knew they needed to talk about it. “She only kissed me because she is lost and confused, and I am the only one who knows her well enough to see that.” Brock thought. Barbra Jean came up to him and kissed him, causing him to come out of his own thoughts and kiss her back. It didn’t feel the way it did when he kissed Reba.
~*~
Reba’s eyes fluttered open as she felt a hand running through her hair. When her eyes focused she looked up to see John. “Honey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said. Reba was surprised to see nothing but love and affection shining in his eyes. “What’s going on?” she thought to herself, knowing she had to play along. “It’s fine.” Reba said in a sleep filled voice.
“Reba, honey I want to apologize for what I did to you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else and it kills me to know I did this to you. I hate that I lost my temper over something so trivial. It will never happen again. Please, forgive me.” He said quietly, and to Reba’s immense surprise, sincerely. “Maybe it really was a onetime thing.” She thought, her chest filling with hope. Hope because she knew she was scared about what had happened between her and Brock. “I do forgive you John.” Reba said and John smiled and leaned down to kiss her gently. Reba responded, and to her horror, she still found his kiss revolting. Now more than ever now that she had kissed Brock again.
“Get some sleep. You need to rest. The doctor said you can go home in the morning. I will bring you home and then head to work. We were supposed to show three houses, but I think I can handle flying solo.” John said and Reba hid her cringe. No he couldn’t fly solo. Reba watched as he sat down in a chair and she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
~*~
The next morning Reba was up and dressed, and eager to check out of the hospital. John had her in a wheelchair, unfortunately for her the hospital did not allow patients to just walk out, and he had just finished signing the rest of her release forms and had started pushing her towards the waiting car. “When we get home I want you to go to bed for the rest of the day. Then tomorrow you should be good as new.” John said and Reba smiled.
~*~
They arrived home a short while later and to Reba’s displeasure he insisted on carrying her upstairs before he left for work. With John finally gone Reba was finally able to get some sleep.
She awoke what seemed to be five minutes later when she heard her name being called. She looked over at her alarm clock and found out that she had in fact been asleep for almost three hours. She drug herself out of bed and exited her bedroom to find Brock walking towards her.
“Reba there you are, you had me worried that he might have done something.” Brock said his voice full of concern and Reba shook her head. “No, John is attempting to show the three houses we were supposed to today.” Reba said and headed downstairs, Brock right behind her. Reba sat on the couch and turned towards Brock as he sat down beside her.
“Brock yesterday was a moment of fear. I reached out to you because you where there and you understood me. I should not have kissed you and I know that you regret kissing me.” Reba said and Brock looked at her and shook his head. “No Reba, I don’t. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I hated seeing you like that. You are a strong and independent woman and you appeared, for the first time in a long time, broken, and I had to do something about that.”
“Why do you care? We are divorced and you are happily married. John apologized yesterday and I forgave him.” Reba said. “Damn it! He will do this again, I know it. Only next time it could be a hell of a lot worse! I care because I’ve known you for thirty years, and I have been in love with you for twenty-nine of them.” Brock said standing up. Reba stood as well, shocked at his confession. “Brock either your math is wrong or you really did just admit that you still love me.” Reba said her heart pounding. “I do still love you, my math is not wrong. I have been pretending to be happy with Barbra Jean for a very long time because I knew you had moved on.”
“Moved on? Moved on!? Brock you were the one who moved on. You got your hygienist pregnant and then told me you were divorcing me after twenty years of marriage to marry her. I was left here, lost and confused, trying to find my way, praying to God every night that you would come back.” Reba said tears forming in her eyes. “Every guy I tried to move on with I never could because they weren’t you. Then I met John and finally thought I could do that. However, one kiss from you proved to me I can’t, and I want you to leave.” Reba added quickly.
Brock stood there stunned. “Reba, we still have more to talk about. You love me and I obviously love you. You are married to a man who beat the hell out of you..” “Brock you can stop right there. He did it once, and he won’t do it again. I will make my marriage with him work. Now. Get. Out.” Reba said and pushed him towards the door. Brock sighed and did as she asked.
~*~
Three hours later John came home and Reba smiled and asked how the open houses went. “Awful, those houses are not ever going to sell. All of the clients were rude, and inconsiderate.” Reba scoffed and looked at him skeptically before she could catch herself and John turned on her. “What was that for?” he asked, temper beginning to rise. Reba quickly backtracked. “Nothing, I was just thinking about the clients.” Reba said then went to walk upstairs. However, John pinned her to the doorway. “You are lying. Now tell me what you really thought.” He demanded.
He pressed her harder into the door and Reba felt the knob painfully in her back. “You thought it was me who was inconsiderate. You always have thought that you are the better agent. Just because you sell more houses. Well darling, that’s because all of the men want to get into your pants. John put his hand around her throat and started to squeeze it. Reba began choking and she suddenly remembered Brock’s phone. It was in her pocket, she had meant to give it to him but she forgot. She quickly took it out of her back pocket and fumbled blindly for the right speed dial button. “John….I can’t breathe…you are choking…me.” John only pressed her into the wall harder and Reba let out a strangled cry.
Just as everything started turning black she felt John release her as she heard a loud crack. John fell to the floor just before she did, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and hold her up. He took the phone from her gently and dialed 9-1-1, reporting what had happened. Brock picked her up and carried her over John’s unconscious body and sat with her on the couch as her head slowly cleared. “Oh Reba, my Reba, why didn’t you just listen to me?” Brock said as he saw the purple finger prints around her neck and noticed she winced as he held her back.
He lifted her shirt gently and saw the deep bruise the door knob had made. Brock gently kissed her forehead and held her close as they heard the sirens approach. As they did, John stirred and slowly got up from the ground. Brock sat Reba on the couch and stood up. However, before Brock could move John turned towards the door, flinging it open and running out. Shouting “You fucking cunt, I hope you are happy!” As he left. Brock held Reba close again as the police came through the doorway along with the paramedics. Reba was immediately seen to and she refused to be put back in the hospital so the paramedics backed off, when to her, and Brock’s horror, a police officer came up to them and informed them, that John had gotten away.
Brock tightened his hold on Reba and she cried into his shirt. John was out there, and she knew he would be back for her. “Brock, don’t ever let me go.” Reba whispered into his chest as her tears fell. “I have no intention.” He whispered back……TBC
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