RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Yeah but you knew he was just a kid and he sure looks enough like me and oh my God, you fucked my son, Zacky!"

I'm even ignoring the fact that he's cheated on Matt now. I can't get over the fact he's screwed my son, someone who's young enough to be his goddamn son as well! I'm also ignoring the fact that my ex was young enough to be my daughter because that is completely a different matter.

"Oh my God." I rub my hands across my face, "Oh my God."

"You think I don't know that!" I scream back at him.

"I'm under stress OK? Matt's in hospital. Courtney's turning into some sort of slut and Chris is slipping though my fingers. I can't keep up with fucking work, Joe offered to give me some stress relief and I wasn't thinking and said yes."

It's all just coming out now, I bite into my lip and shrink back against the door with a sigh.

"And I know, he may be young enough to be my own son, you don't think I know that? Why do you think I feel so sick right now?"

Okay, maybe I'm overreacting just a little right now. I'm sure he didn't mean to fuck Josef... my son... God, I can feel my hands balling into fists again, I'm surprised I haven't turned green and started smashing everything.

"Okay, okay..." I try to take some deep breaths to relax myself.

"Oh my God, Zackkyyyyyy..." I say, my voice more of a shocked whine now, "I just... fuck, man! I'm not mad, okay?"

I am, I want to Brian smash his head into the dashboard.

"I'm just really fuckin' shocked."

"I know, I know, I... what am I going to do Brian?" I ask him as I look up at him.

This is really just settling in how bad this really is. I've fucked my employee, my employee who is barely half my age, my employee that is young enough to be my son. I've cheated on my future husband, who's in hospital fighting for himself to get better. I've ruined everything.

"I've ruined everything," I say as I close my eyes and rest my head against the window of the door I'm leaning again, "fuck."

"Well for starters, NEVER do it again." I warn him, pointing at him, "Joe needs to be an upstanding citizen or his mom will remove my balls and choke me with them."

I can see that's not what he needed to hear. Maybe I should get away from that subject and focus on everything else instead.

"Look, it was an accident."

Where your dick just happened to enter his ass and oh GOD I'm having images. I bat a little at my head, frantically to stop myself from imagining this. The only mental porn show I've had which hasn't turned me on. I'm growing.

"It'll be okay. We can work this out."

I sigh and hazard a look up at Brian now, hoping to God that he has calmed down a little bit.

"Brian, you've gotta know, if I knew he was your son I never would have even thought about it. I knew you wouldn't if it was my kids and... I'm so sorry man, I really am."

I just hope that he isn't so completely mad at me that he won't be on my side. I need someone to help me though this. I can never stand on my own two feet, I'm a terrible person. If I've ever done anything wrong, I always need Brian to tell me he's done worse. I just do.

"It's okay." I say, half smiling, "I mean, you weren't to know. I hadn't exactly told anyone about him until today. Fuck, Coby doesn't even know I've got a kid."

Ah yes, that's going to be an interesting conversation. 'Oh by the way honey, I knocked up a teenage girl when I was about 21 and you've got a step son.'. He would never want to see me again.

"I'm just shocked that you'd do this to Matt. I hate to keep bringing it up but why now? After 25 years, Zee? You two have got through worse than this."

"Bri, I really don't know," I sigh as I sit in a more comfortable position so that the door handle isn't jabbing into my back and when I'm happy that Brian isn't going to just punch me in the face.

"I guess it just got all on top of me and I lost my judgement for a few minutes," I wring my hands in my lap as I explain the best I can to him, "I'm probably just going through 'the change,' I'm worried about how I look, hell, I'm even dying my hair black now just to get rid of the grey coming in. I just though that if someone who wanted me and was half my age, then maybe I wasn't such an old guy anymore."

"I can't justify why I did this. All I know is that I did, and I wish I could take it all back now, because I feel worse than I did before," I sigh, now as confused as ever.

I cradle my head in my hands and shake my head.

"I've fucked up the best thing that ever happened to me just because that little bitch gave me a look that turned me into a fucking animal!"

Oh God. Apparently dashing good looks aren't the only thing he's inherited from daddy. There's going to have to be a talk. A long one. With lots of pointing and long stories which don't go anywhere.

"Zacky, you still look as hot as ever." I say, probably not my best opening gambit here but it's better than 'that little bitch, yeah, still my kid.', "I've seen loads of younger guys, girls, all of them looking at you."

Or that could have been the fact I was slightly drunk and there were pink elephants discussing quantam physics with me. But he doesn't need to know this either.

"And what does it matter what other people think of you anyway? Matt loves you, your kids love you. You haven't necessarily messed everything up. I mean, Matt doesn't need to know."

"Look, I don't know, OK?" I tell him, "my head is in all sorts of fucked up places right now. I don't know what the hell is wrong me, I just feel like life is running away from me and I can't stop it."

"I know Matt loves me, I love him too. I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I care, I just do," I can only say that this my version of a mind-life crisis.

"But, we are going to be getting married, how in the world am I going got keep this secret from him?!"

My mouth just keeps running now, spilling everything that I feel like I have being keeping in for such a long time. I just haven't had the nerve to tell anyone how I felt before.

"You and Matt are getting married?" I say, resisting everything in me which is squealing excitedly for them, "That's amazing."

I'm sure now isn't the right time. He obviously feels bad enough as it is but I can't help it. I'm so happy for them. But of course this is only going to work if he manages to stay quiet.

"Okay, sorry, chick moment there." I say, half smiling, "Zack, you're going to have to do what you think is right. I mean, maybe you should tell him? Do you think he'd be able to get past this if you did?"

I can feel tears in my eyes now just thinking about everything that's happened in the short space of a week. How much has gone on, and how happy we were, how my little boy had got his first girlfriend, my little girl actually talked to me about her problems, and me and my lover are getting married.

But it all went downhill this week, my husband went into hospital, my little boy has being suffering from his attacks, and my little girl is angry at me for some reason I don't know.

I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks now as I just keep staring straight in front of me, out of the window onto the main high street.

"It's all gone wrong," is all I say in a choked voice as the tears continue to roll down my face and my throat gets very dry.

I scoot across the seat, trying to get to Zacky so I can hug him. He looks like he needs it right now. With much maneovering I manage to get to him and wrap my arms around him.

"It's going to be okay, Zacky." I insist, "It was a mistake, everyone makes mistakes, I mean look at who you're talking to, it'll be okay."

I just hope things will be okay for him at least. I don't know how Matt would react to this. Probably repress it and keep smiling, insisting everything would be okay while inwardly being completely destroyed.

"It'll be okay, Zee."

"No it won't Brian," I say in a meek voice as I grip onto his arm.

"I've messed up everything on my own terms, I..." I stop talking now and just bury my head in Brian's arm and just let the tears full now, I don't make a sound, I just cry silently.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do?!

I hold Zacky to me, just letting him cry all of this out. It looks like it's been a while since he's had the chance to do this, like it's been building up for a while in him.

I stroke my hand over his hair, promising him we'll make everything okay. I probably shouldn't, there's no guarantee this is going to work out. But if any couple can make it through this, it's going to be Zacky and Matt.

Right?

"It's okay, Zee. Just get it out."

[[Shall we do something else now? I have nothing else for Zacky to say... Hmmm...

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[[Good plan. Any ideas? Maybe jumping forward a bit or something?]]

[[Yeah, jumping forward might be the best bet. But to when?]]

[[Erm, well maybe get Matt out of hospital or something. Couple of weeks or so?]]

[[I had an idea of maybe Chris having his second stronger attack at school? I could make up a character for a football player [which I am currently trying to do now even with a shortage in pictures] and have him and his friends bully Chris with something to start of the attack. But what?]]

[[Not sure really. Just trying to think what Chris is sensitive about. I know he's touchy on his family and suchlike. And his immaturity. Erm...]]

[[Gay jokes about his dad! Courtney just brushes them off but Chris is gonna be a little more sensitive. And since Matt has just come out of hospital he might be a little more tender from it. Sound good?]]

I laugh as I pull on my shirt over my wet slicked skin, "did you guys check out those try outs? Aww man, that kid that tried out for cornerback was hilarious. He actually ran screaming from me, so much for a defence."

My friends laugh along with me as we remember the events of helping out with football try outs. The perfect cure for getting out of Algebra.

I grab my school bag from my locker before shutting it and locking it for good measure. I look across the lockers to all my friends and team mates on one side of the locker rooms, and the guys trying out now coming into the locker room from the other side. Oooh, how we left a nice little surprise for them in the showers.

"Come on guys," I say with a smirk on my face as some of the younger years guys walk into the showers, "I wanna see my girl before her class."

I storm into the showers, fuming from the beating I've just gotten. Literally. These jock bastards. They're so insensitive. They don't seem to think that maybe, JUST MAYBE, some of us have bones which can get broken.

I rub at my nose, it's never going to look the same after this.

"I hate them." I mutter under my breath as I strip down to get into the showers.

"Dude, we have got to stay here for this, I mean, that little prank that you pulled for that sophomore weenie. Of you're not staying I so am," my friend Brad says as he puts his bag back down and makes his way towards the showers again.

"I guess she'll have to wait then," I laugh as I walk over to the showers with him.

I watch as the sophomore that ran away screaming from me, I smirk to myself as I look around the wall with Brad to see his reaction to the little prank we pulled.

God thing I've got my camera.

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