Faith

Chapter 42

"Marc," she gasped seeing him in the doorway.

"Where the hell have you fucking been?" Gabe asked seconds before Raven punched him in the face causing him to lose his balance and fall on the floor.

"What the fuck is that for?" Marc asked holding his bleeding nose.

"Where have you been?" Axel asked. "Why haven't you been answering your phone for the past three weeks? How do you explain what is all over the fucking news?"

"Stop," Lynn asked as she slowly stood. Everyone went quiet and Raven came up behind her. He put his hands on her waist as North came and stood on one side of her and Silas on the other. "Who is she?"

"Who?" Marc asked as he applied pressure to his nose. "What are you talking about?"

"Who is she Marc?" Lynn asked again.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Lynn," he said getting frustrated.

"I can't," She shook her head. "I can't," She started to gasp.

"Breathe Angelos Mou," Silas said softly. "Just breathe."

"The fucking pictures of you kissing your hair stylist Marc!" Brandon shouted.

Marc paled "Ok I can explain. Its not what it looks like."

"What do you mean it's not what it looks like? It's obviously you in the pictures and you're wearing your bracelet!" Lynn shouted slapping Marc in the face, throwing everyone for a shock at her outburst.

"What pictures are you talking about?" he asked confused.

She turned to the table picked up the two pictures and threw them in his face before turning and hiding back into North's chest.

Marc looked down at the pictures stunned. He recognized the photos but there was something off about them. They were old photos and yet there staring back at him was his bracelet on his wrist. How was that possible?

"These have been altered," he shook his head. "Look I know I fucked up, but I swear to you that these weren't taken recently."

Owen stared him down. His gaze was so strong it was as if he was burning holes through Marc. "You have five minutes to explain yourself or get the fuck out of this house. Choose."

Raven stepped towards Owen. "Why listen! Marc hurt her. Тебе лучше начать бегать, ублюдок. ты разбил сердце нашей жене.Tebe luchshe nachat' begat', ublyudok. ty razbil serdtse nashey zhene. (You better start running mother fucker. You broke our wife's heart.)"

"I want to know what he has to say. Then we will decide what should happen to him," Axel came up behind Raven and gestured for him to calm down.

Marc sighed in utter defeat, "I swear to you these are old pictures, Lynn. They have been photoshopped or something to add my bracelet. I swear on our marriage, these are old."

She turned to face him, the hurt and pain hit him full force. "Who is she?"

"Her name is Sheila and she is my hair stylist. I met her before we got back together," He sighed.

"Why haven't you been answering your phone?" She asked clinging to Raven, partially for support but also to keep Raven away from him. She wrapped his arms around her stomach.

"It's been turned off," he shrugged. "I forgot to turn it back on. I know it's stupid but I did."

"Fucking idiot," Gabe growled. "Having a goddamn crisis because of you and you fucking forgot to turn your phone on. Why was it fucking off in in the first goddamn place?"

"Because she was threatening to take it call you and lie. She didn't take me breaking things off with her too well," Marc admitted.

"Wait the fucking minute," Luke growled. "You had a girl even though we had an agreement to have a poly relationship and we didn't really want one because we were looking for Lynn?"

"It started off as a booty call," Marc nodded, "Then it kind of evolved into a friends with benefits thing. I'm sorry but it was just nice to not share for a bit, to be the center of attention. I wasn't looking for a serious relationship honest."

"Did you still see her after we were reunited?" Lynn asked softly. She was so scared of the answer but she had to know the truth. He opened his mouth then shut it. "Tell me Marc, did you still sleep with her after we reunited?"

He sighed, "Yes Beautiful, I did." She let out a heartbroken painful sob and collapsed into Raven's arms. If looks could kill he would have burned from everyone in that room. "But I swear to you Lynn, once I knew about Angel I cut everything off. I told her I wanted nothing to do with her. I'm sorry, Lynn, I'm so fucking sorry."

Lynn took a deep breath, clung to Raven and stood. She wiped her eyes and stood straight up as if ice filled her veins. She turned to face him and walked slowly over to him. Everyone stood still to see what she would do. She calmly stood in front of him, removed his bracelet and necklace holding his ring and said with no emotion in her, "I release you from this marriage. Someone take his key to my collar, he has no right to it anymore. You are free Marc Weiland." She turned and headed upstairs. She quietly shut her bedroom door and silence filled the air.

"You have one hour to pack your things and get out of this house," Owen said with so much steel in his voice Marc shivered. "After that one hour, I won't stop Raven or anyone else."