"What about your sister.., can she keep her mouth shut?" Charles asked giving Leah an uncertain look.
"Yes, Lexa will never tell." she replied trying to reassure Charles who stood there still bewildered, shocked by the happenings of the morning, trying to wade through the deception to keep his head and not lose all control, both mentally and violently.
"Well.., Bengiman." Charles turned his attention away from mother and child, focusing on the other deeply disturbing, heart breaking situation facing the two men. "We will have to tell Xation, about what has happened between us and Lexa." Charles sighed as Bengiman gave a shrug of his massive shoulders, Charles wanted so much to punch that English bastard in the face, but with out a knife and iron, Charles would be bested, and savagely beaten, by the giant of a man. "Because, I can not, I WILL not go on like this any longer, and after everything Lexa has done to me.., I really don't want her to live here with us anymore." Charles turned back to Leah who was quietly cradling her babe in her arms "Leah, I think it is best if you send your sister back to California. And I hope I never have to see her again, for as long as I live." Charles said filled with self-righteous indignation.
Here the expression of fear, shock and turmoil on Leah's face changed, as she sat up a little straighter, her eyes fixed and sharpened on Charles, as Leah opened up her mouth saying "Is that a fact..?" she gave a smirk and a little wry laugh "Well.., Charles, " her tone becoming severe "I think, maybe YOU should be the one who leaves!"
Charles said nothing as the little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and Bengiman remained perfectly still thinking this was a fantastic idea.
"Excuse me?" Charles said astounded by her remark.
"You heard me." Leah said as she got up out of bed, carefully placing her sleeping baby back in the bassinet. Then she turned and walked up to Charles, saying "You can not possibly have so much hatred for my sister, because you, yourself, have cheated on her as well! You have done the exact same thing, you are no better than she!" Charles said nothing, and Bengiman too held his tongue just waiting to see how this new little scene would play out. "You know.., my grandmother always told me.., 'if you hate something, then don't ya do it too'." here pain and remorse filled Leah's voice and overcame her face, as she said aloud, to no one in particular "I blamed Xation for cheating on me.., and so, when I had the sudden opportunity I pounced upon it like a hungry cat on a helpless mouse... Oh my sweet, cheating, disloyal Xation. Now.., I am just as bad as him." Leah's eyes focused once again on Charles and she pinpointed her disdain upon him "So.., Charles.., I am not about to stand here and let you denigrate my sister, trying to cast her, my flesh and blood, out of MY house.., just because you can not take it. You are not innocent in any of this, nor you Bengiman!" Leah felt very dizzy as the anger bubbled away in her like lava streaming from an active volcano, then the entire reality of the situation, the gravity of all of her, and their, disgraceful, disloyal mistakes, flooded back to the mainstream of her conscience, this is when that deep, blue sadness returned once more to her green eyes, she shook her head from side to side, then Leah gave a sincere, desperate look to each man as she said "What can I say..? I am so ashamed of all of us."
There was a moment of silence and in that space of thirty seconds, or so, the thought occurred to Charles that maybe it was time for him to go, so he reached out touching Leah on the shoulder saying "I think your right.., in fact I know it! I think it is best if I be the one to leave, besides with the riding academy closed, I really don't have very much to do around here anymore. I will talk to Xation.., later." he said emotionally drained by the events of the morning, numbed by sadness, confused by furious rage, exhausted from the mental strain and pain in his heart. "But first, there is a cold bottle of Grey Goose in my freezer with my name on it., so if you all, y'all, will excuse me, I need to go become unconscious for the remainder of the day."
With that Charles turned to exit the bedroom leaving Bengiman and Leah to deal with the ramifications of their deception on their own. Charles walked down the long hall thinking of his home back in Chicago and he wished, more than ever, that he had never fled the country, and had stayed and faced up to 'Lady Justice' and served his time, because Charles truly felt, right now, prison would be heaven compared to this fresh hell. Then he heard the sound of Lexa crying as she sat, sobbing, at the bottom of the stairs. The first response in his heart and mind was 'serves you right', so Charles proceeded down the grand staircase as he eyed Lexa, who sat in her pale blue silk robe, on the bottom step, one foot up on her knee as she tried, hopelessly, to pick out the tiny slivers of glass with her long fingernails, as a fresh red stream seeped out of her bloodstained feet. As Charles slowly passed Lexa on the stairs, he averted his gaze, only hearing her painful cries, he had every intent of saying nothing, ignore her completely, and treat Lexa as if she did not exist, as if he could not even see her, this WAS his intention, but then he heard Lexa say through her tears, wincing in pain "It hurts sooooo bad!"
Here Charles paused, his back to her, he had managed to only get three steps away from her, but at the sound of his, once, dear Lexa suffering, he turned to face her as a little spot in his heart felt a wee bit of a tinge of compassion, so Charles looked down at the injured, still beautiful woman, saying "Lexa.., do you need my help?"
"No!" Lexa bellowed up through great waves of tears rolling down her reddened cheeks.
Charles let out a sigh folding his arms across his chest as he rephrased his offer of mercy and pity. "Lexa.., do WANT my help?" then he gave her look of extreme indifference, but even still in his current mood, and agitated state of mind, Charles unfolded his arms extending a hand down to her.
So it was, and this was just what Lexa wanted, nay, needed, a show, an offer of help in her time of pain. "YES!" she looked up at Charles with her tear stained, emerald eyes.
Lexa took his hand but, of course, was unable to stand, so out of the graciousness of his heart, and the strength of his back and arms, Charles scooped Lexa up, carrying her back to her room, where he promised to tend to her wounds, even though this was not a task Charles wanted to do, but he was from Chicago, a Mid-Western, native son, and he was bred and born from a hearty stock of fellows who would never turn there back on anyone injured. So as Lexa rested her head on his shoulder, her arms around his neck, she sobbed uncontrollably, confessing to him in short, panicked breaths, lamenting "I don't know what is wrong with me! I have never been able to be loyal to anybody! I'm constantly cheating! I see now what sort of whore I have become! Why?" she cried close to his ear, her hot breath on his neck, her heart spewing out the bitter truth. "I am so sorry! I am sorry for what I have done to you Charles! I know you can never forgive me. I just want to know what the fuck is wrong with me! Why can't I be faithful? I know I am a whore.., and I feel like nothing.., nobody.., no one., no more!"
"Yes, Lexa will never tell." she replied trying to reassure Charles who stood there still bewildered, shocked by the happenings of the morning, trying to wade through the deception to keep his head and not lose all control, both mentally and violently.
"Well.., Bengiman." Charles turned his attention away from mother and child, focusing on the other deeply disturbing, heart breaking situation facing the two men. "We will have to tell Xation, about what has happened between us and Lexa." Charles sighed as Bengiman gave a shrug of his massive shoulders, Charles wanted so much to punch that English bastard in the face, but with out a knife and iron, Charles would be bested, and savagely beaten, by the giant of a man. "Because, I can not, I WILL not go on like this any longer, and after everything Lexa has done to me.., I really don't want her to live here with us anymore." Charles turned back to Leah who was quietly cradling her babe in her arms "Leah, I think it is best if you send your sister back to California. And I hope I never have to see her again, for as long as I live." Charles said filled with self-righteous indignation.
Here the expression of fear, shock and turmoil on Leah's face changed, as she sat up a little straighter, her eyes fixed and sharpened on Charles, as Leah opened up her mouth saying "Is that a fact..?" she gave a smirk and a little wry laugh "Well.., Charles, " her tone becoming severe "I think, maybe YOU should be the one who leaves!"
Charles said nothing as the little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and Bengiman remained perfectly still thinking this was a fantastic idea.
"Excuse me?" Charles said astounded by her remark.
"You heard me." Leah said as she got up out of bed, carefully placing her sleeping baby back in the bassinet. Then she turned and walked up to Charles, saying "You can not possibly have so much hatred for my sister, because you, yourself, have cheated on her as well! You have done the exact same thing, you are no better than she!" Charles said nothing, and Bengiman too held his tongue just waiting to see how this new little scene would play out. "You know.., my grandmother always told me.., 'if you hate something, then don't ya do it too'." here pain and remorse filled Leah's voice and overcame her face, as she said aloud, to no one in particular "I blamed Xation for cheating on me.., and so, when I had the sudden opportunity I pounced upon it like a hungry cat on a helpless mouse... Oh my sweet, cheating, disloyal Xation. Now.., I am just as bad as him." Leah's eyes focused once again on Charles and she pinpointed her disdain upon him "So.., Charles.., I am not about to stand here and let you denigrate my sister, trying to cast her, my flesh and blood, out of MY house.., just because you can not take it. You are not innocent in any of this, nor you Bengiman!" Leah felt very dizzy as the anger bubbled away in her like lava streaming from an active volcano, then the entire reality of the situation, the gravity of all of her, and their, disgraceful, disloyal mistakes, flooded back to the mainstream of her conscience, this is when that deep, blue sadness returned once more to her green eyes, she shook her head from side to side, then Leah gave a sincere, desperate look to each man as she said "What can I say..? I am so ashamed of all of us."
There was a moment of silence and in that space of thirty seconds, or so, the thought occurred to Charles that maybe it was time for him to go, so he reached out touching Leah on the shoulder saying "I think your right.., in fact I know it! I think it is best if I be the one to leave, besides with the riding academy closed, I really don't have very much to do around here anymore. I will talk to Xation.., later." he said emotionally drained by the events of the morning, numbed by sadness, confused by furious rage, exhausted from the mental strain and pain in his heart. "But first, there is a cold bottle of Grey Goose in my freezer with my name on it., so if you all, y'all, will excuse me, I need to go become unconscious for the remainder of the day."
With that Charles turned to exit the bedroom leaving Bengiman and Leah to deal with the ramifications of their deception on their own. Charles walked down the long hall thinking of his home back in Chicago and he wished, more than ever, that he had never fled the country, and had stayed and faced up to 'Lady Justice' and served his time, because Charles truly felt, right now, prison would be heaven compared to this fresh hell. Then he heard the sound of Lexa crying as she sat, sobbing, at the bottom of the stairs. The first response in his heart and mind was 'serves you right', so Charles proceeded down the grand staircase as he eyed Lexa, who sat in her pale blue silk robe, on the bottom step, one foot up on her knee as she tried, hopelessly, to pick out the tiny slivers of glass with her long fingernails, as a fresh red stream seeped out of her bloodstained feet. As Charles slowly passed Lexa on the stairs, he averted his gaze, only hearing her painful cries, he had every intent of saying nothing, ignore her completely, and treat Lexa as if she did not exist, as if he could not even see her, this WAS his intention, but then he heard Lexa say through her tears, wincing in pain "It hurts sooooo bad!"
Here Charles paused, his back to her, he had managed to only get three steps away from her, but at the sound of his, once, dear Lexa suffering, he turned to face her as a little spot in his heart felt a wee bit of a tinge of compassion, so Charles looked down at the injured, still beautiful woman, saying "Lexa.., do you need my help?"
"No!" Lexa bellowed up through great waves of tears rolling down her reddened cheeks.
Charles let out a sigh folding his arms across his chest as he rephrased his offer of mercy and pity. "Lexa.., do WANT my help?" then he gave her look of extreme indifference, but even still in his current mood, and agitated state of mind, Charles unfolded his arms extending a hand down to her.
So it was, and this was just what Lexa wanted, nay, needed, a show, an offer of help in her time of pain. "YES!" she looked up at Charles with her tear stained, emerald eyes.
Lexa took his hand but, of course, was unable to stand, so out of the graciousness of his heart, and the strength of his back and arms, Charles scooped Lexa up, carrying her back to her room, where he promised to tend to her wounds, even though this was not a task Charles wanted to do, but he was from Chicago, a Mid-Western, native son, and he was bred and born from a hearty stock of fellows who would never turn there back on anyone injured. So as Lexa rested her head on his shoulder, her arms around his neck, she sobbed uncontrollably, confessing to him in short, panicked breaths, lamenting "I don't know what is wrong with me! I have never been able to be loyal to anybody! I'm constantly cheating! I see now what sort of whore I have become! Why?" she cried close to his ear, her hot breath on his neck, her heart spewing out the bitter truth. "I am so sorry! I am sorry for what I have done to you Charles! I know you can never forgive me. I just want to know what the fuck is wrong with me! Why can't I be faithful? I know I am a whore.., and I feel like nothing.., nobody.., no one., no more!"
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