Reba What If

9

"that you are in the right, and they are firing Mr. Myers." Reba sighs with an excited sigh.

"YES!" Brock screams as he rushes over and scoops her up into his arms.

"How could you do this! I LIKED the way Mr. Myers taught! He was the best teacher in our school!" Kyra hollers jumping up and runs up the stairs into her bedroom.

"Kyra." Reba says sighing and looking up at the stairs.

"Reba," Brock grabs her hand to hold her back, "let her think for awhile. Don't go and do anything that might hurt her more. She needs to realize that Mr. Myers isn't everything."

"I know, but you don't know how hard it is for a mama to look at her daughter hurting and not doin' anythin' for her." Reba says.

"I know, Reba. I know." Brock says with a sigh, "but we have to let her do this on her own for a little bit."

"I don't think I can do that." Reba says with a tear in her eye, "I need to go talk to her." Brock tries to hold her back. She throws him one of her, "do you seriously want to mess with me right now" looks. Brock backs away. Reba walks up the stairs and knocks on Kyra's door.

"Kyra?" Reba asks with a soft tap.

"What mom?" Kyra asks Reba crying.

"Can I come in?" Reba asks.

"Go ahead." Kyra says. Reba opens the door, and Kyra is laying on her bed with a kleenex under her nose.

"What's wrong, honey?" Reba asks her. Kyra just looks at her and gives her a "you got to be kidding me" look.

"It's Mr. Myers, I didn't want him to get fired. I didn't like what he did to me; but I didn't want him fired either." Kyra says. She sits up and Reba sits on the bed next to her. Kyra says and lays her head on Reba's chest.

"I want him to FRY!" Kyra says angrily.

"What?" Reba asks with suprise, "I thought you didn't want anything to happen to him."

"I didn't, but now I do. Remembering everything he put me through." Kyra says.

"Keep thinking that. It's going to be a long couple of months, believe me. But your dad and I will be behind you 100% of the time." Reba says to her.

"I just can't believe that I actually let something like this happen. I should have been better at this. I have been through health class, you've given me the talk. Why couldn't I just listen and not do that. I should have just asked for help with my homework instead of going to my teacher." Kyra says with a sniffle.

"No, going to your teacher was the right thing, he was just a pervert." Reba says. Cheyenne walks into the doorway.

"Mom, there is someone downstairs who would like to talk to you." Cheyenne says.

"Well who is it?" Reba asks.

"I can't say, just come downstairs." Cheyenne says.

* * * * *

Reba walks down the stairs and sees a man she hasn't seen in 20 years.

"Hello Reba." He says with a smile. Reba rushes down the stairs and hugs him.

"Hi! How are you? I haven't seen you in so long." Reba says to him.

"I know. It's been a very long time. So how is Brock?" He asks her.

"He's good. We have 3 children. Cheyenne, Kyra, and Jake." Reba says.

"Okay. I saw Cheyenne earlier." He says to Reba.

"I can't believe that she is your daughter." He says to her with a smile.

"HEY! What are you saying?" Reba asks him as she slaps his chest playfully. Brock enters and just stares at him.

"Hello Brock." He says to him. Brock just stares at him endlessly.

"Hi. What are you doing here? We haven't seen you since college." Brock says.

"I know. I was busy writing my book. You know I wrote a book right? Have you read it? The many faces of me. It's my biography. It has several chapters about Reba. She influenced my life alot. Especially with her singing." He says. Reba blushes and Brock takes Reba into his arms, as a signal that Reba's not up for grabs.

"So, are all the kids yours Brock?" He asks. Brock just glares at him.

"Yes, Cheyenne, Kyra, and Jake are all mine. Reba and I aren't with anybody else. We are together." Brock says. Reba just turns around and looks at Brock.

"Well, let's have a seat and talk about old times." Just as Reba and Brock sit down with their guest, Cheyenne and Kyra come down the stairs.

"Hi mom. Hi dad. Who's this?" Cheyenne asks smiling.

"Kyra, Cheyenne. This is a friend of mine from college. These are our daughters Kyra and Cheyenne." Reba says.

"Hi." Cheyenne says with a shy wave.

"Hello." He says to them. Kyra walks over to him and just looks at him.

"What are you doing here?" Kyra asks suspiciously.

"I am here to talk to your mom and dad." He says to Kyra with a smile.

"Okay. I guess that works." Kyra says as she walks out of the room.

"Bye guys." Cheyenne says walking out the living room.

"What do you want?" Brock says to him.

"I want to talk to you about Reba." He says.