Potential - S01 E173

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Potential - S01 E173

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 173

"John, it was my idea. I wanted to-"

"Shut up and let me finish, then I'll handle you. Evan, tomorrow I'm leaving, and you're grounded at least until I come back. You can leave this house to work. The rest of the time, unless she tells you to do something for her, you're in this house. You understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, now get out of here, and if you ever think about coming in here like that again, you better be prepared to get your ass kicked." He pointed. 'Go."

Evan shirt stayed in a wad when his father released it. His mother tipped her head towards the door. She was trying to look strong. but her frightened face betrayed her. Evan left.

The day's excitement and lovemaking had taken its toll on Deana. Sleep came early and unexpectedly. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. When Deana awoke, her brain was active, already engaged in thought. She was thinking about Cindy. It was the day Deana told Cindy about her affair with Rebecca. Her cousin comforted her. Deana couldn't believe the woman who she had always looked up to, the beautiful race car driver, and future psychologist was on her side. Cindy had dispelled Deana's fire and brimstone fears then encouraged her to follow her heart. When Cindy admitted she'd also been with another woman, it shocked Deana at first. Then, the confession had somehow strengthened, encouraged, and given Deana hope. She could still see the look that was on Cindy's face that day. Today, Deana had seen the same expression on her mother's face. Had Candy ever been with another woman? Deana wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer.

Both of his sister's doors were closed, and their lights were off. Evan was grateful for that even though he was in pain, his heart hurting, longing to be soothed. He wouldn't have to say anything, Deana would feel his need. His sister would hug him and kiss his cheek; then everything would be all right. That's how it had always been with them, but not tonight or tomorrow or ever. Evan would never let Deana know what happened. He'd already dragged Candy into his mess, then failed to protect her. No, he'd never let this hurt Deana. He walked on his tiptoes as far away from her door as possible, then took his broken heart, humiliation, and rage

upstairs. What the fuck did his father mean by, ...then I'll handle

you'?

Deana wasn't sleeping, again. The second time she was roused, her mind wasn't active. Something had spooked her into consciousness, but Deana felt dazed. She didn't remember a scary dream, but it was as if something had shaken her violently. Fear was mounting. It wasn't any more rational than the monsters under the bed, but it was genuine. Something as real and as painful as a punch in the gut had happened.

Deana rolled on her back and pulled the covers up to her nose. The only light other than what trickled through the closed blinds was the dull bar along the bottom of her door. Deana didn't take her eyes off of it. She waited, expecting somebody's feet to create shadows. Tears as irrational as her fear stung her eyes. In her mind, she wrapped her arms around her brother and his went around her. Salty droplets rolled from the corner of her eyes toward her ears.

To Be Continued.....