Mike's POV
Billie fills me in on the whole Sara situation. "Listen, She's a good person Bill, I introduced you two...we were friends long before you guys got married. I know her and what happened that night was because of the meds. We've been texting back and forth lately and I think she can be around Jakob again." Billie considers what I'm saying as he tunes his guitar. "She did look better when I saw her yesterday..." "Just think about it, it would be good to see you guys together again....I'm gonna go home. Britt is tired with the cancer and all...so I said I'd watch the kids while she sleeps." "Okay. See ya man." After I leave Billie's I stop by Starbucks to get a coffee, I see Sara's boss there with some guy. I didn't get to see the guys face but they were being very friendly...if you catch my drift.
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Sara's POV
I get a text from Mike saying he saw my boss out with some guy and they were kissing. I text back "Are you sure it was Frank?" "Do you know if he was at Starbucks?" I drop my phone on the bed and cover my eyes with my hands as I cry. What the fuck was he doing kissing some guy? He's with me...and his wife....and now some guy?!
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Mike's POV
When I get home Brittany is sleeping and the kids are playing. "What's up guys?" They tell me about their day and I somewhat listen as I check back with Sara. "Is everything okay?" she doesn't answer, but she read the message. I don't see why her boss being with a guy would make her mad, if anything his wife should be pissed....poor thing probably doesn't even know.
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Sara's POV
After Mike's text I just can't take it anymore. I go down to Starbucks and see Frank leave with some guy. I can't see his face or hair because he has his hood on. He's carrying a sketchbook in one hand and holding Franks hand with the other. I follow them back to Frank's apartment building. I pray that he won't ask the guy up to his apartment, but he does. I follow them up and wait a few minutes before barging in. When I do they both sit in the couch with a shocked expression on their face. Frank jumps up "Sara? What are you doing here?" I finally get a look at the man on the couch....Gerard. "Gerard?! Your cheating on me with Gerard?!"
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Franks POV
"Cheating? What does she mean Frankie?" Gerard asks. Sara's eyes widen "don't you call him that." I don't even know what to do. This is a lot to juggle all at once "Let's all just calm down for a second....I need to think..." I sit down next to Gerard and think of what to say next. "I can't believe this!" Sara shouts. "Your married and it's bad enough your having an affair with me, but to add Gerard into the mix...why?! I need to understand, tell me why...please."
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Sara's POV
"Why....that's a good question. Ugh, I...I don't know. With you it's just fun, I didn't see it as a relationship. But I really do love Gerard." I shake my head "my ex-boyfriend...of all people, you had to choose him." They both ignore what I'm saying and Gerard puts his head on Franks shoulder. "I love you too Frankie." Ugh I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW. I get up and try to pretend I'm not jealous. "Frank...we're done." Before I leave his apartment he says one more thing "I'll come by tomorrow to get my stuff, I think it's best if your not my assistant anymore." "Yeah I think that's best." I say slamming the door behind me.
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Sara's POV
I walk away from Frank's apartment and automatically start crying. I drop my purse to the floor and my body follows. What the fuck just happened? Why would Frank hurt me like that? I thought we loved each other, I was really happy with him and now he tells me he didn't even think of our relationship as a real relationship?!
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Norman's POV
While walking up the stairs to get to my apartment I hear sobbing, the closer I get to my apartment the closer the sobbing nosies get. When I finally get into the hallway there's a girl sitting in front of my room. She's balling her eyes out. "Excuse me? Miss...are you okay?" She shakes her head, trying to catch her breath. "Well, your in front of my apartment crying..." "...sorry..." She grabs her purse and starts walking away. "Hey, wait. Do you wanna come in? Maybe talk about what's bothering you?" She starts backing away but seems to be considering what I'm saying. "I don't even know you..." "Well, we could get to know each other...if you want?"
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Sara's POV
He laughs, "I'm sorry, I'm probably coming off really creepy. Uh, I'm Norman..." I dry my tears so I can see straight and realize who he is. "Wait Norman....Reedus?" He laughs "yeah, so you've heard of me?" "Heard of you? You were my childhood, you and Sean! So How is Mr. Flanery?" "He's good...so you wanna come in and talk now?" Hell yeah.
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Sara's POV
I follow him into his apartment and he tells me to "Make my self at home." His place was actually pretty cozy. When I sit down on the couch another voice is present. "Dad! Dad! I drew this for you." Norman crouches down and takes the drawing from his sons hands. "Thank you bud but, we have company...sorry." "Oh, no it's okay...Hi Mingus." He waves at me and looks back at his Dad. "Go back in your room buddy. This lady and I need to talk."
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Norman's POV
I guide Mingus back to his room and get two glass of scotch from the kitchen. I sit down and hand the woman a drink. "Thanks." "No problem..." "It's Sara." I nod "so, why were you so upset?" "Ugh, that's one big long story." "Well, I've got all night." She smiles. "I'll tell you...just don't judge me, okay?" "I won't judge you, cross my heart." She explains her whole affair with her boss and what he did, it real sounds like something straight out of a soap opera.
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Sara's POV
It felt weird explaining my shitty life to someone I've always looked up to...and maybe even had a crush on. He pours me another drink as I talk about my divorce and not being able to see my son. "That must suck, how old?" "Six ." "Mingus's age." I smile. "He's a really cute kid. Where's his mom?" I realize that was probably a rude question to ask when Norman looks at the ground, breaking our eye contact. "I'm sorry, I didn't-" "no, it's fine. I actually don't know, probably modeling for a magazine as we speak." No woman in the picture? Maybe I should swoop in....
