Chapter 5.
Drugs, Traps and Death
Michael and Bree's world is finally taking shape. They have made love and all is right with the universe that swirls around the, but trouble is brewing on the horizon. Ceana's brutal and cruel husband Eonan has been reborn as well in the form of Charles McEntire and he has his sights set on Bree as well. Can the two overcome this new threat or will their past repeat itself?
-Part 5-
More than they bargained for.
The two months that followed the first time Bree and Michael shared a bed together for the first time were as starkly different from the three months that Veronica had that it was downright crazy. Bree and Michael spent the next three months playing weekly games of paint ball. It had become very special for them for obvious reasons. Bree was even able to form a friendship with Jonathan. To his credit, Jonathan never once put the moves on Bree. He knew Michael was happy and that was all that mattered to him.
Even Veronica had made her peace and begun hanging out with them again. They all noticed she had begun to look haggard, she had bruises around the tops of her breasts and was usually walking awkwardly, like her ass was very sore, but she was always friendly. She told them that she messed up and thats something she would have to live with.
Michael had all but moved out of his apartment and into Bree's. He had given the apartment to Veronica, but he didn't realize how little time she spent there. His school work had picked back up and his football games were turning into a huge success. Coach McKinley even joked that he might make it into the later rounds of the draft, if he wanted to go that way, but he didn't. He was happy with his life just the way it was.
Before either of them knew it the summer had ended and even fall was crawling to a close. Bree had taken time off work to go home to Carson City, California and visit her family. She was packing a bag while Michael laid on the bed reading one of his favorite authors, a man named David Eddings. Michael looked up and watched her hum while she packed jeans and T-Shirts into the bag. She wiggled her hips to some unknown beat in her head and he smiled.
"You are so sexy." He said softly and closed the book.
Bree turned and bit her lip. She always did that now when she looked as him. Bit her lip gently like the mere sight of him was a temptation. "You aren't so bad yourself sexy."
It was amazing how smoothly they had settled into a relationship. They click together like the final two pieces of a huge puzzle and ever since they fit together, the rest of the picture began to take perfect shape. Their jobs, his school and football, even their families. It all seemed to be clicking. "You know, I was thinking."
"Lair." She said affectionately and he laughed. She crossed the room and plopped down in his lap. Her arms crossed behind his head and after a single gentle kiss she smiled. "What were you thinking handsome?"
"Your family is in Carson City." He said and she nodded. "And mine...is in Silver Springs which is less then an hour over the border...."
"Yes?" She whispered, but her eyes were shining. She had been waiting for this moment for almost a month. "Are you asking me to come with you for Thanksgiving?"
"If you wouldn't mind?" He said a bit unsure.
"Only if you agree to come with me to my family's as well." She said matter of factly. "We can both meet the parents."
Michael only smiled and began to pack himself. They decided to take her car and within the hour they were on the road. While in the car it reminded him of the only thing they disagreed about. Music. They fought playfully between smooth jazz/county and rock. They even turned it into a game, whoever could say word for word the next billboard first got to pick the next song.
They arrived in Carson City just before four and my breath was immediately caught in my throat. What Michael had imagined as a small gathering of immediate family, like at his house, he saw was a football stadium parking lot. There were cars parked all around the block.
"This is a thanksgiving dinner?!" Michael said in shock as she parked.
"....i should have warned you." Bree said looking at her hands. "But I wasn't sure you would come if you knew."
"How many people Bree?" He did my best to recreate his father's, I caught you in mid cookie jar, tone and the effect was noticeable. Her eyes looked down at the steering wheel and he repeated. "Bree, how many?"
"Promise you won't be mad at me baby?" She whispered. She knew he hated large crowds of people he didn't know. It made him nervous and fidgety.
"How many!" Michael repeated firmer.
"Somewhere around thirty." She said weakly and he cursed out loud. "I'm sorry! I just really wanted them to meet you!"
When he heard her sniffle all resolve seemed to fail. The last thing he wanted to do was make Bree feel bad about wanting him to meet her family. His arm went around her shoulder and gently squeezed. "It's okay, we will survive this." He promised and she smiled. Though he said the words, and part of him actually believed the he could still feel the slickness of his palms and the breath trying to catch in his throat.
