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Chapter 11

Chapter 11........Nothing Is Black or White

I barley slept at all last night. When I did my nightmares were fraught with the disasters of telling the girls. Vivid in reality I woke several times on the verge of tears. I had always told the girls to never just give it up. That sex was meant to be shared between two adults who cared for each other. That women who were easy got a name and at some point had to pay a price. That once you started down that road it was hard to stop and even harder to get people to change their opinions of you.

Now here I was about to tell them that because of one night where I chose not to listen to my own words they were going to have to pay the price with me. Not only were they moving homes but changing schools and leaving their friends. That in six and a half months they were going to have a sibling they would never see much less know. It was time to pay the piper. All this on top of dealing with Sammy.

Feeling overwhelmingly depressed and frazzled I headed for the kitchen. After all I had to stick to the bitches eating schedular or Will would loose his shit again.

"Good morning Eliza how are you?" Over the past week I had come to find I like her and enjoyed chatting with her.

"I'm good and again I apologies for what ever this it. " looking at the plate of food Eliza placed in front of me my stomach rolled in rebellion.

"So how's about just a little coffee if I have to drink this stuff?" I winked at her.

"Ya not going to happen this morning," she said at she pointed to the right.

Leaning over I glanced around the fireplace and saw Will. "What's he still doing here?"

Eliza just shook her shoulders. "Rosa overheard him telling his secretary to reschedule his appoiaemts for today."

Hearing Will approach I dropped my head and began to eat my disgusting nutrition approved crap.

"Your daughters plane lands at 11:00 this morning does it not?" Oh great he was already sounding particularly angry this morning.

I was to timid after yesterday so I didn't dare raise my eyes to his. Instead I focused on the plate in front of me. "Yes."

Clearing his throat in obvious pointed way, "When I talk to you I expect you to look at me and acknowledge me."

Instantly my eyes snapped up to meet his cold angry stare. "I will drive you to the airport and back to my place. Any questions?"

I desperately wanted to say yes but fear held my tongue at bay. Choosing simply to reply "ok"

Sighing and leaning against the counter Will snapped, "Stop waisting my time if you have something to say then just say it."

Staring back down at my plate I mumbled, "I was hoping I could pick them up myself. I still need to explain everything to them and I don't know how."

Pushing off from the counter Will began laughing. When he spoke his voice was low and ominous, "What kind of a fool do you take me for. How stupid would I be to let you near an airport unattended." Placing his hand on the island just in front if my plate he leaned in close, "You are little more than a cum dumpster to me. How and what you say to your kids is of no consequence to me. Again this is not my problem."

I didn't need to look at him to know he was staring me down I could feel it. I struggled for air as hot tears pricked at my eyes.

Finally mumbling "Bullocks" under his breath he walked away heading for the stairs. Knowing I was about to cry I headed for the bathroom on the main floor.

I leaned against the back of the door and slid to the floor. Pulling my knees to my chest I wrapped my arms around my legs. Holding my head in my hands I could feel my world spinning. I had made a disaster of everything and it felt as if all that I loved was slowly slipping away. I had no idea how to stop it and set everything right. The worst part it was my own damn fault.