TIME WILL TELL Chapter 13

While Chloe spoke with the Sheriff, Scott had struck a deal with Forbes who was impressed with the party. He thought he heard glass break. Perfect.

Wendy was speaking him about a topic he could barely keep up with. She was a nice girl but...she didn't ignite the fire in his soul.

"...then I said, there's no way I could purchase these heels for that amount of money, it's highway robbery." Wendy chattered on.

He nodded to show he was listening.

He'd seen Chloe when she first stepped in with Lena, he'd never seen her in a dress before, he noticed they fit her hips perfectly. He felt guilty looking at another woman while with Wendy.

"Okay, song request from Vic and Stephanie Harper, Can't help falling in love with you." The DJ said over the mike. Wendy smiled when Elvis Presley's Can't stop falling in love with you came on

"I love this song. Wanna dance?" She asked.

"I'm kind of spent." Scott said.

"Oh, I have to use the ladies, back in a sec." Wendy said, then moved away.

He felt a hand graze his back. Chloe stepped in front of him with a smirk.

"Anderson." She said. "You sure know how to throw a party."

"Thankfully I had a party planner on speed dial."

Chloe places her arms around his neck and he automatically held her as they slow danced.

"Definitely not." He said softly.

Her green eyes seemed to flicker like stars as they danced.

"This was my wedding song." She whispered.

"Really?" He was taken aback.

"Yes, I picked it myself. Remember every bit of it," She slurred. "Funny how that means ** today."

He thought about it. "I get the feeling."

"Have you ever been married Scott?"

"Almost."

And then she threw up on him.

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He never thought he'd spend the after party holding a woman's head over a toilet as she spilled her guys out. She flushed and rinsed off at the sink.

"I'm gonna call Lena to drive you home."

She groaned and slid on the floor in protest. "

He sat on a stool in front of the bed. "Your head is gonna hurt like hell when you wake up tomorrow. "

She laughed. "It sure will, where'd the party go?"

"So it begins," He reached to stroke back her short locks. "What is it about you, that stirs me up?"

She started to sob much to his surprise.

"That was our song," She wheezed. He held her in his arms as she shook violently.

He lifted her into one of the guestrooms, when she passed out. Placed her on the bed and took off her shoes.

He turned to the window just in time to the see fireworks erupt in the sky.

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I woke up to see a ceiling fan, I was in a comfy bed. Hmm, when did the attic turn into a loft? I sat upright and felt an immense amount of pain. Memories of taking shot came back to me. Man, that's gotta hurt. I walked out the door. Where was I? Lena's hallway had butterfly wallpaper, this one was plain. I struggled to walk downstairs. I see Mark playing video games in the living room. He looked at me.

"Dad said you would need this." Mark gave me a glass of water and two aspirin pills in the kitchen, which I took gratefully.

"Ugh, I don't remember anything from last night." I said.

"Yeah, that's usually called a hungover." Mark said.

I give him a look. "Thanks smartass, where's papa bear?"

"Feeding the horses and it sounds weird when you call him that?" Mark said.

"What, Papa Bear?" I teased.

Mark rolls his eyes.

"Aww, who misses his big papa bear?" I pull Mark's cheek. He pushes my hand away.

"You're so corny." Mark walked to get cereal from a box.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" I looked at the time.

"I'm starving, got anything that's not cereal." I asked moving to the fridge.

"You shouldn't be poking into your boss's fridge" Mark protested.

"Look who's a big boy now?" I scan the fridge which was loaded with food enough to feed an army.

"Hmm, how about some scrambled eggs and bacon?" I said.

"How about you don't?"

I decided to make breakfast anyway. Mark set up plates as Scott walked into the kitchen.

"Mark, are you trying to burn down the—" He stops when he sees me pouring a cup of coffee on the first cup. "Kitchen."

"Morning." I said.

"It's one p.m." He corrected.

"Right." I drawled. "Hey, I have no idea how I got here and Mark begged me to do this." I said.

"No I didn't. " Mark says slowly.

"He was very convincing." I shrugged. Mark shot me a look.

"Well, considering how you partied hard last night, I reckon you'd be very hungry by morning. I'd like a cup too," Scott sits at the breakfast bar.

I watched them eat. It felt a little strange.

Scott looked at me. "Thought you were starving."

"Right," I rushed to sit at a stool to eat.

When we were done, Mark took the dishes to the dishwasher, much to Scott's surprised.

"You should be our personal cook." Mark told me.

"Shut up." Scott told him. "You got stable duty."

"I was kidding, jeez." Mark raised his hands in surrender and resumed texting on his phone.

"Kids, gotta love their sense of humor." I said drily.

Scott walked me out of his house.

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"Like throwing up on me." Scott said.

"That's it." I scoffed. "I guess I should apologize farm boy."

"No, I think you needed to get some stuff out." He said.

I laughed and I had no idea why.

"Well, most bosses would have fired me for that, but you are so much cooler." I said as we stopped walking.

"Let's just say, I haven't figured you out yet." He said staring at me.

We stood looking at each other for a while. What was wrong with me?  This was Wendy's man and I felt something whenever we were did close.

"If you two are going to kiss just do it and stop sending mind messages." Mark tells me when we're up in the attic. He keeps a pile of books on a small shelf he'd gotten from the house.

"Kiss who?" I asked him. "Your dad? Boy, you are tripping."

"Well don't stare at his lips when he was looking at your boobs." Mark pointed out.

I folded my arms. "Okay, blondie with a big mouth, aren't you a little young to talk about that stuff?"

"Of course I'm not, I've kissed tons of girls, older and younger."

"I'm definitely wondering what the older ones are taking." I say in disgust. 

"But if there's a connection take it, you just got outta jail, take the chance."

"Are you trying to hook me up with with your father? That's messed up on so many levels. I'm not attracted to him or neither is he to me. Frankly, you should be hooking him back with your mom, wherever she is." I said. I scan the books, he stacked. Romance, mystery, crap, but I lighten up when I see some Stephen King titles.

"It's complicated, don't talk about my Mom." He spoke.

I look away.