I Felt Sorry For Him Pt 02

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. The following contains themes of blackmail and coercion, if such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story, although I have used some of my personal experiences which I've embellished for artistic purposes. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

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Part 2

I don't sleep that night, and as the week unfolds, sleep remains elusive. By the time Friday arrives, I'm a wreck. Not only am I grappling with the reality of my baby leaving, but the events of that night with Ben continually replay over and over in my mind. I hate myself. Just looking at myself in the mirror or summoning the strength get out of bed each day has become an arduous task. All I want to do is retreat from the world, to curl up in bed and stay there.

Unfortunately, being a working mom of a teenager ready to flee the nest I don't get to do that. I spend my week working by day and by night I continue my roles of cook, cleaner and personal shopper. The one silver lining for the week is that while Jess, Ian, Eric, and Scott all visit, Ben stays away.

Today marks the beginning of my week off work, and although I knew it would be a challenging day for me, I had been looking forward to having the house all to myself. I had plans to tackle some housework and do a little bit of decorating before indulging in a few days of relaxation, curled up on the couch with a cheesy daytime movie or engrossed in a good book, accompanied by a bottle of wine or two.

All that's gone. I don't want to be alone. I don't want Ben to know I'm here alone. Originally, I planned to accompany Liam, driving with him to drop him off at university before returning home. However, due to the severe lack of sleep, I informed him last night that I wasn't feeling up to it and would prefer to say my goodbyes at the house. Much to my displeasure this seemed to make him very happy.

Finally, my alarm goes off, and I force myself out of bed. I hastily throw on a hoodie and some sweatpants, pulling my hair back into a messy ponytail without even bothering to brush it. With a heavy heart, I head downstairs. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I notice Liam's bags are already by the front door. Overwhelmed with emotion, I well up, and tears start streaming down my face almost immediately.

"Are you alright, Mom?" Liam's voice comes from behind me.

I glance around and see Liam walking down the corridor towards me.

"Yes... yes," I stammer as I wipe my nose with my sleeve. "Sorry, son. I knew this was going to be a tough day."

"No, Mom," he replies. "I mean, are you okay? You've not been yourself all week."

I wipe my nose again before wiping my eyes with my other sleeve.

"Sorry, I...I...It's just I'm going to miss my baby..." I stammer as I burst out crying.

I'm emotionally, psychologically, and physically exhausted, struggling to hold it together. Liam walks up to me, places his arms around me, and gives me a big hug.

"I know mom," he replies reassuringly. "But I'll be back in like six or seven weeks and then again at Christmas. It'll be like I've never been gone."

"I know," I reply. "It's just hard...I've seen you every day for the last eighteen and a half years..."

I breakdown again burying my head into his chest as I squeeze him tight.

"Come in the kitchen," he says calmly. "I'll make you a coffee."

He guides me into the kitchen and gently sits me down at the breakfast bar.

We spend a few hours talking, and for a sad morning, it's surprisingly comforting. If it weren't for him glancing at his phone to check the time every few minutes, I could almost forget that he is leaving.

Then comes a knock at the door. Liam stands up, and I feel a lump form in my throat. The moment I've been dreading has arrived. He gives me another tight hug, as I wrap my arms around him intent on never letting him go.

"I love you mom," he says.

I find myself speechless, burying my head into his chest one last time. Desperately, I try to hold back the flood of emotions, but it feels like I'm on the verge of bursting. All I can manage is a silent nod as tears stream down my cheeks.

I hold onto him for as long as I can, savouring the moment, before he kisses me on the top of the head and gently pulls away. His smile doesn't quite mask the sadness in his eyes as he attempts to put on a brave face.

"Come on," he says, while giving me the nod to follow.

I follow him to the front door, watching him gather up his belongings. He slings his backpack over his shoulder, grabs his suitcase, and opens the door. As it swings open, I immediately spot Jess and Scott standing at the bottom of the garden path, engaged in conversation. Their conversation quickly stops as they notice Liam walking out the door, prompting them to rush towards him. Jess with her big infectious smile leading the way before throwing her arms around him.

"Big day," Jess says as she pulls away.

"Yeah," Liam replies, his emotions evident in his choked response.

"Well, give it a few minutes, Ben and Eric are on their way to say goodbye," she adds.

"Cool," he replies.

Hearing Ben's name immediately fills me with dread. I can't help but think, "What do I do? I can't just lock myself away in the house. Liam's leaving. I have to be here to wave him off. Everything has to appear normal. But at the same time can I really cope with Ben being here."

"Here, mate, I'll take those," Scott says, grabbing Liam's luggage.

"Cheers, bud," Liam replies. "There are a few more in the house."

As Scott slings Liam's thinks into his car, the sound of an approaching engine catches my attention. Peering out of the doorway, I spot Eric's small red Fiat making its way down the road. I feel myself go rigid as I spot Ben in the passenger seat as the car pulls up behind Scott's car.

"Mom!" Liam's shout startles me.

I look up at him in surprise.

"Hmm?" I respond still trying to find my bearings.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

I have a sudden realisation, "this is it" as I watch Liam walk down the garden path. As he does, I notice Ben and Eric climbing out of the car. Ben locks eyes with me, a knowing and smug smile creeps across his face, a smile you do when you know you got something over someone.

I look away in disgust, determined not to let it taint my final moments with Liam. He approaches Ben and Eric, warmly embracing them with a big smile on his face, blissfully unaware that one of his supposed friends has betrayed him.

Scott completes loading the luggage into the car and shuts the door before joining the group. As he does, Jess walks in my direction.

"Are you alright, Lillian?" She asks softly as she approaches.

With a caring gesture, she puts her arms around me in a warm embrace.

"Yes, sweetheart," I reply. "It's just a tough day."

"You look exhausted," she replies.

"Yeah, I haven't been getting much sleep," I admit with a sigh. "Been dreading today, I guess."

"That's understandable," she replies. "But don't worry, I'll still visit you all the time."

"Thank you," I reply. "I'll look forward to it."

Liam separates from the boys, strolling back to the end of the path and casting a glance in my direction. With a gentle nod of his head, I understand it's time. Jess looks at me with a sympathetic look.

"Come on," she says softly, extending her arm for me to link onto.

I link my arm through hers and hold onto her as we step out onto the path. I can feel myself shaking the closer we get to the group. I don't know what's worse, saying goodbye to my little boy or being so close to Ben.

As I approach Liam smiles and raises his hand. He puts it around the back of my neck while sliding his body in between me and Jess, wrapping his arm around her as he does.

"Come on," he says. "I'll be home in six or seven weeks... It'll be alright."

"I know..." I reply with a sniffle. "I'm...I'm just sick of waiting for you to leave so I can get on clearing out your room."

I try to laugh but can't hold back any longer. I burst out crying, burying my head into his shoulder. I feel Liam's other hand wrap around me, and he gives me a big hug.

"Come on, Lillian," Jess says softly. "It'll be alright."

She also joins in on the hug. I don't want to let go, but I know the longer the moment lasts, the harder it's going to be. I squeeze him for one last big embrace, relishing the last few precious seconds before patting him on the chest.

"You should go," I say as I reluctantly pull away.

I watch as he wipes a tear from his eye and clears his throat.

"Yeah..." he chokes. "I'll see you soon."

He steps away before turning and walking over to the car. Jess keeps her arm around my shoulder as we watch Scott and Liam climb into the car. Scott starts the car, as Liam winds down the window.

"I'll call you tonight, Mom," he shouts from the window before looking towards Ben and Eric. "Let me know when you guys are coming down, and we'll hit the town, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, will do," Eric replies. "We were talking about it earlier. It'll probably be in three weeks."

"Yeah, that's fine with me. I'll see you then," he replies.

The car slowly begins to pull away.

"See you, Jess," he shouts as he sticks his arm out the car and waves. "Love you, Mom."

I remain silent, forcing a smile and a wave while Jess provides support. I watch as the car makes its way down the street before disappearing out of sight as it turns onto the main road.

"Are you okay, Lillian?" Jess inquires gently.

"Yeah," I respond with a sigh.

"Are you sure?" she asks once more.

"I'll be fine," I reply as I turn and begin to walk back up to the house.

"Do you want us to come in for a little bit?" Jess asks.

I come to a sudden stop and glance back. Ben is flashing a suggestive smile and nodding. The reality is, I don't want to be alone at the moment, but there's no way I'm allowing him into my house.

"No, sweetheart, it's okay," I reply. "I think I will just go have a lie-down for a while. I might pop out later on."

"Are you sure?" she asks again, clearly concerned about me.

"Yes," I reply assertively. "Go enjoy your day, don't let me bring you down."

"It's no trouble," she replies.

"Go... I'm fine," I say forcefully while shooing her away.

"Okay then," she replies. "Just call me if you need anything."

"I will," I reply as I slowly edge my way towards the house. "Bye sweetheart."

"Bye Lillian," Ben shouts.

I choose to ignore him and hasten my steps toward the house. Closing the door behind me, I lean back against it, attempting to catch my breath. The silence inside the house feels overwhelming. I crouch down with my back against the door, wrapping my arms around my knees as the weight of my emotions finally breaks through, and I begin to sob.

I remain crouched by the front door until the pain in my knees and feet becomes unbearable, forcing me to stand. Slowly, I stagger into the kitchen, where I turn on the kettle to make myself a cup of coffee.

A whirlwind of emotions engulfs me, my heart shattered by Liam's departure, yet the more tormenting aspect is my inability to rid my mind of Ben's smug face. The knowledge that he's aware I'm alone today, and every day, intensifies my discomfort. The mere thought of seeing him again fills me with dread. Truth be told, I find myself reluctant to be here alone, accompanied by a deep knot in my stomach. I just can't shake the thought that Ben isn't finished with me yet.

As the kettle reaches its boiling point, I find myself in a trance, staring into empty space. Loneliness grips me, and it's only been a few minutes and nine more days of this solitude loom before my return to work. Quickly realising that I can't endure it, I reach for my phone, unlocking it with a purpose. I open the phonebook and search for my sister Grace's number.

"Hiya," she greets me. "I was just thinking about giving you a call. Are you alright?"

"Hey," I reply. "Not really. Liam's just left."

"How was it?" She asks.

"Quick, thankfully," I reply.

"You're missing him, aren't you?" Grace asks.

"Yeah," I reply, feeling a lump form in my throat. "That's why I'm calling...I'm kind of wondering if you could put me up for a few days?"

"Ah fuck! I can't," Grace exclaims. "I have the in laws here. They're taking us away for Mark's fortieth."

"You never said," I reply with some bemusement.

"Yeah, they called last week. Said they got a cheap last-minute deal," she replies.

"Right..." I reply. "When do you go?"

"Tomorrow afternoon," she replies.

"Oh well, have fun," I say.

"I'm so sorry," she replies, her tone tinged with regret. "I'm a crap sister."

"No, you're not it's fine," I reply.

"No, it's not. I knew that you were going to miss Liam. I should be here for you," she replies clearly feeling guilty.

"Grace, seriously, it's fine. Go enjoy your holiday," I reply, attempting to mask my disappointment. "I'm just being daft. I think I'll run a bath and open a bottle of wine and read a book."

"See, this is why you need a man in your life," Grace replies in a know-it-all tone.

"No, Grace!" I snap.

"Seriously. Rather than moping around about Liam going away, you could've been getting thrown around the house celebrating that he's gone," she replies.

"Just..." I let out a long sigh. "Just leave it, okay?"

"You should think about it," she persists. "While you've still got it. I don't want you dying alone."

"I won't die alone. I've got you and Liam," I reassure her.

"I'm not looking after you when you're old and demented," she teases.

"I'm going to go," I reply, forcing a chuckle.

"Are you sure?" she replies. "I can talk. I have time."

"Yes," I insist. "Because I know this conversation, so I'm ending it now."

"Okay," she replies. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"You don't have to," I reply.

"I know I want to," she insists. "Who knows, you could meet someone."

"You're an idiot," I chuckle. "I'm going...bye."

"Bye," she replies. "Love you."

"Love you too," I reply before I hang up.

As I hang up the phone a tear rolls down my cheek as a feeling of despair comes over me.

"What am I going to do?" I ask myself.

I find myself standing there, utterly bewildered about what I should do. The thought that Ben might appear at any instant only intensifies, stirring a knot of unease in my stomach. I need to get away but Grace was my only option and now I feel trapped. A sensation of faintness creeps over me, accompanied by a tightening in my chest. My breathing becomes laboured as my heart races, each beat echoing my escalating panic.

Suddenly, an epiphany hits me like a bolt from the blue. I realise I have a week off, money in the bank, and a passport. Relief and excitement surge through me as I dash out of the kitchen and into the living room, frantically searching for my laptop. I couldn't care less about the destination. All I know is that I need to get away from here, and fast.

I find my laptop down beside the sofa, pull it out of its case, plop down onto the cushions. As I power it on, I'm consumed by impatience, nervously fidgeting while waiting for it to boot up. My frustration only builds further when a blue screen appears, displaying, "Installing updates."

"Oh, come on!" I exclaim.

I find myself fixated on the slowly ticking counter, my impatience growing with each passing second. My fingernail relentlessly taps against the laptop's plastic surface, the noise grating on my nerves. And despite annoying myself with the incessant tapping, I just can't seem to stop.

Finally, it boots to the log in screen and before I know it, I'm on my desktop. Without wasting a second, I launch a browser and dive into searching for last-minute holiday deals. A list of options floods the screen, and I click on the first link to a reputable company that catches my eye.

I select tomorrow as the departure date, choose my nearest airport, and opt for a seven-night stay before hitting the search button. Within seconds, a plethora of destinations across Europe fills my screen, from Portugal to Cyprus and beyond. As I scroll further, more exotic locales like Cuba and Barbados begin to appear. However, I don't need anything too extravagant, all I need is a peaceful retreat by a pool with a good book and a cocktail.

"There we go," I say to myself upon spotting a nice picture of a hotel and pool. "Seven nights in Lanzarote...Perfect."

The hotel appears to be just what I need, a cozy arrangement of small apartments surrounding a spacious pool, complete with an abundance of sunbeds. I actually find myself excited clicking my way through the checkout, entering my personal details and my credit card number. It's been years since I've been away and with each click more and more excitement bubbles up inside me.

With a final click, I complete the booking process, and a surge of relief washes over me. I lean back, raising my hands in front of my chest, clenching my fists, and let out a celebratory squeal. It feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders knowing that I won't sitting in this lonely house and there'll also be zero chance of seeing Ben.

As soon as the booking confirmation arrives in my inbox, I quickly switch to another website to book a room at the hotel near the airport. Despite living just twenty minutes away, I've made up my mind, I don't want to spend the night here. I'm not risking Ben turning up if I can help it.

With a few more clicks I'm done. I shutdown the laptop, and carefully stow it away in its case before dashing upstairs. I grab my suitcase from the top of the wardrobe, wipe off the thick layer of dust off the top and crack open it.

It's only now with an empty case that I realise I have little if anything to take with me, I'm completely unprepared. I rush around grabbing the basics, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, curlers, razor, knickers and anything else I can grab in a hurry.

"Where are my sandals?" I mutter to myself, feeling a rush of urgency as my mind races with what else to pack next

After rummaging through the bottom of my wardrobe making a right mess as I do, I finally unearth an old pair of tan strap sandals. They look terrible, with scuffed soles and cracked material exposing the cord inside. They're so bad, I decide against putting them in my case and rather than going shopping here, I decide just to pick up a cheap pair when I get there.

"Oh fuck," I exclaim. "Bikini!"

I rush over to my draws and open them, hoping to find an old swimsuit tucked away. As I rummage through draw after draw, I draw a blank. Frustration mounts as I realise, I can't even remember the last time I wore one, let alone if I still have it. I sigh and decide to add it to my shopping list for when I get there.

Before I know it, I've finished packing, but as I gaze down at my suitcase, I can't help but think that it looks sparse. Aside from the essential items, there are only a couple of dresses, a few tank tops, and some dressy tops and trousers for the evenings, that's about it. But the more I think about it, it's all I really need.

I spend the next few hours tidying up the house meticulously going through each room, ensuring everything is in its place and all appliances are turned off, before double checking that all doors and windows are locked. Satisfied I've done everything, I toss my suitcase into the car, lock the front door behind me, and set off for the hotel.

The hotel stay is pleasant enough although, sitting there that night I realise I've forgotten to pack any form of entertainment. Both my iPad and my books are conspicuously absent from my luggage, leaving me to rely solely on the TV and its very basic channel package, prompting me to go to bed early.