Hello everyone. Here is Chapter Three of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed Chapters One and Two. Thank you for continuing to read this story.
Thanks Jim.
It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story.
Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know what you think. So now, on to the story "Choices, Chapter 3".
Also, I placed this chapter under LW, although personally I prefer R.
Chapter 3
TOM
Tom lay in his bed after Terri left wishing, wishing he could get her to see. He wished she could see him as the man that could love her through this. But, she was loyal. Loyal to a cheating bastard, but she was loyal none the less.
He couldn't stand Stephen. He was so callous, and egotistical.
How could he possibly love someone else? How could he fall out of love with Terri? She was simply perfection.
Tom fumed.
And then there was Terri. He knew her guilt ate her up inside. Even though his declaration bothered her, she seemed to love cuddling into his ample frame. He loved the feel of her skin pressed against him, but he feared that today would be the last time he had that pleasure with her.
While contemplating, his phone rang; Seamus, from the local tavern, was calling him about his brother. Stephen had gone and gotten himself plastered and needed Tom to pick him up.
Wanting to refuse, but not wanting to endanger innocent pedestrians, Tom resolved to go and get his inebriated sibling.
As soon as he walked in, Stephen in a drunken stupor confronted him.
"Terri's mine." He declared voice slurred and unclear. "She'll never want you. Look at you, you're a slob."
Tom wouldn't respond and Stephen became more agitated. "You think she wants you. You plan on using what I told you to take her from me." He advanced stumbling toward his brother.
"I'll tell her you lied. She'll believe me. She believes everything I say. She's stupid. And you're even more stupid if you think she wants a fat, sorry slob like you."
Tom kept his temper in check, even though he wanted to knock his arrogant brother on his ass, drunk or not.
Tom got Seamus, the bartender, and Otis, another drinking buddy, to help him get Stephen into his car. He drove Stephen home, shaking with fury as he listened to him lament about the unfairness of his life.
Tom refrained from replying, but wanted to cold-cock his selfish, inconsiderate, drunkard of a brother.
Pulling into the drive, Tom helped Stephen from the car and to his front door. He then fished Stephen's keys from his pocket and helped him into the living room, depositing him on the sofa.
"Terri, help!" he called out awaking her from her fitful slumbers.
Terri donned her thin robe and met them in the front room. At this point, Stephen was knocked out. Terri had Tom to place him on the bed in the guest room. They worked together to undress him and then returned to the front of the house.
"Terri." Tom whispered. "Do you need me to stay tonight? I don't trust him. He was out of control" Tom whispered, genuinely concerned for her safety.
"He's in the guest room. You'll have to sleep on the couch," she whispered grateful that he was willing to stay.
Tom assented and Terri brought him fresh linen. However, he couldn't sleep. The woman he wanted was a door away. All he had to do was go to her.
But he knew it was wrong. Her husband, his brother, was passed out down the hall. Then he heard a crash, rushing to her bedroom, he wanted to make sure Terri was alright.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I'm fine. I tripped over the hope chest at the end of the bed. Go back to sleep, Tom."
Being in such close proximity with her, in a place they'd shared such intimacy brought Tom's body to life. He had to be with Terri, and his need could not, would not be denied.
Pulling her into an intimate embrace, Tom began tasting her. Terri loved the feel of his lips on her body, but knew it was wrong.
"Tom, please, we must stop. We can't do this." Terri whimpered as she pushed him away.
"Tom, I... I can't be with you. It's wrong. I never should have..." Sobbing softly, Terri whispered. "Tom, I'm sorry."
Tom was crushed. He knew his chances were slim to none. But he had hope in his heart. But she stood before him tears streaming down her face saying they could not be together.
"Terri, he's not worthy of you. Do you have any idea what your husband is doing?" Tom closed his eyes as he felt his hopes and dreams die a slow agonizing death.
"Tom, what is it that you know? Tell me. I know he told you something." Terri said to her lover.
"Terri, I can't. He has to tell you-" Tom stated before she cut him off.
"Then, if you can't tell me. Leave me alone, Tom. This isn't fair. If you know something, talk. If not, shut the fuck up." Terri growled. "Now get out of my bedroom."
Tom returned to his makeshift bed on the couch. He recalled every word Stephen uttered in his drunken stupor. He thought about what Terri had just said and he made a decision.
She wanted time and space, then he'd give it to her. He had always treated Terri and Stephen with a long handled spoon, what made him think things had changed.
Terri wanted him gone; then he'd honor her wish. After spending the night on the couch, Tom decided to relocate to Vancouver. He joined a construction crew there and took the time he needed to get over the one woman he could never have.
As he left her home early the next morning, he decided to severe contact with her, giving her all the time she needed to either dump Stephen or sort out everything and forgive him.
Tom decided to go on with his life, so he went back to his apartment, called his boss, and took a job offer that he thought he'd never consider. He called his Mom and told her his decision and asked that she let Stephen and Terri know. He still had feelings for Terri but deep down he knew he wasn't really what she wanted.
The next morning, Stephen woke up. Hung-over, head pounding, he recalled some of the hateful taunts he'd leveled at his brother. He felt horrible. Tom didn't deserve that and he needed to make amends.