The Chosen Ones

CHAPTER TWO

TWO DAYS LATER

Matt Michaels stared up at the ceiling fan. The whole room was spinning. That's what a night of binge drinking would do to you. It used to be a common thing, but these days it was few and far between. He hadn't really drank to excess in two years. He was still young at twenty-two, it's just that he had a lot more responsibilities than most his age. Having a four year old son would do that.

He was not the common twenty-two year old though. Matt married his high school sweetheart Amy immediately after graduating. They quickly had a baby, a boy named Tyler, and started their life together. He had money, but not from earning it, he inherited it, and not the way he would have wanted to. His parents died shortly after his 18th birthday, leaving him a four million dollar life insurance policy. That helped with the decision to marry early. He and Amy were in love, and Matt was alone. The fatal car accident that killed his parents made sure of that.

They were a happy young couple for the year after Tyler was born, surrounded by a core group of friends they had known practically their whole lives. But Matt's life wasn't the type that would be filled with happy endings. Life would deal him another tough blow. The love of his life, mother of his child, would be brutally murdered, stabbed in a parking lot of the local movie theater. A robbery gone wrong the detective would tell him.

That's where Matt spiraled out of control. He would drink heavily, almost every night, only skipping days because he would black out and sleep for two days straight. His son, Tyler, would be in the hands of his best friend, Shannon O'Hara. They had been friends since kindergarten, and her and her parents took care of his baby. Shannon had loved Amy as well, and it was her, along with their four other friends that would finally get Matt back on the right track.

That was years ago now. Since then Matt had been the father Amy always knew he would be. He and Tyler were inseparable, last night was just a night out with the boys that got out of control. Tyler had stayed with Shannon at her parents for the night. Matt tried to remember the night before, and as he was thinking, he heard the shower turn on. He froze. Shit, he thought, who the hell was in there?

He scanned his bedroom. First thing he noticed was a black bra with matching panties on the floor. Nice, he thought to himself. A Gucci purse and a set of keys were on his nightstand. Still, he had no idea. He sat up and ran his hand through his neatly shaved dark brown hair. A ray of sunlight shone through the blinds, right into his eyes. He squinted and shifted his weight as he thought hard to remember the previous night.

After a couple minutes the water shut off. This should be interesting, he thought. He still had no idea who would emerge.

A few seconds later he found out. Jenna Walker. She smiled as she saw him awake. The night started to come back to him. She disrobed right in front of him. She wasn't shy, and with that body who would be. Her long, straight brown hair hung wet off her shoulders, and her long tan legs, big breasts, and green eyes made her the attention of every guy wherever she went.

Matt had known Jenna for a while. Maple Brook was a small town, everyone pretty much knew each other, or at least about one another. The two had gone to high school and graduated together, partied together and saw each other around town often. They weren't exactly friends, acquaintances was a better word.

She was loving the fact that he didn't look away as she slid her panties back on. She climbed back on the bed and kissed him. A hard devious kiss. She pulled away, biting his lower lip.
"Umm, did we-?" Matt started to ask.
"Uh, yes, we did." She replied.
He nodded. Okay, he thought to himself. Spending a night with Jenna Walker and not remembering was pitiful. His friends would never let him live it down. She got up off the bed and finished getting dressed.