Marc was quiet the whole way back to his grandma's. I sat quietly, fidgeting with my hands feeling slightly awkward. Obviously this was about his mom and Dave having some sexual experience. I shivered slightly at that. Mrs. Branson, the sweetest lady I know slept with a minor, cheated on her husband with her son's best friend. I felt a little sick at that.
He stayed quiet while we walked into the house and up to the guest room. It wasn't until the door was closed and I was sitting on the bed that he began.
"My mom cheated on my dad with my best friend." He said his voice bitter and disgusted.
I swallowed not knowing what to say. He sighed and sat down next to me, hunched over slightly, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Dave was... well he was held back, so he was a year older than us. He loved my mom," He shook his head, "I never understood why he would always come over, but after a while my mom started to act different. She would dress up more, and hung around us when Dave came over." He stopped and stared at the wall blankly.
I rubbed his back reassuringly, hating to see him frustrated and angry over what his mom and best friend did. I mean who the hell sleeps with a minor? It made me feel gross and sick.
"You see my dad was never around, he was always busy or at his office. So he wasn't around to notice my mom's interest in Dave. And Dave... gave her attention, made her feel wanted. I didn't notice anything was going on until-" He stopped and clenched his fist tightly, struggling to continue. My hands left his back and held his hands, prying them open and holding them until he relaxed.
"I walked in on them Uhm... in a compromising position. My dad was at the office that night, my little brother and sister at grandmas so they didn't know." He took a deep breath "When I walked in on them I threw Dave out, threatening him that if he didn't leave I would kill him. He wouldn't listen to me so I beat him, or almost did until my mom stopped me." I shivered feeling sick again. "You would think that after the first time they would stop... but they didn't. it wasn't until I threatened to tell my dad and the cops that she was sleeping with a minor that they stopped. We upped and moved a few weeks later." He said.
I sat there stunned not knowing what to say. He looked up at me; his eyes showed anger and hate I flinched away.
"Shit, sorry." His voice soft, no longer bitter or disgusted. He pulled me close to him, tilting my head up so my eyes could meet his again. This time they showed concern and regret. "I'm sorry I'm just so angry I wasn't thinking."
"It's ok." I managed to say. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down so we laid on our sides, facing each other. We looked into each other's eyes, not talking. We stayed that way for a long time, just lying there neither of us speaking.
It wasn't until I felt my eyelids drop that he spoke. "Come on; let's try finding something to sleep in." He helped me up and we looked through the drawers until we found a pair of pj's for me. I made him turn around as I changed. Yes he saw me in my bra and panties before, but I felt slightly awkward since he said he wanted to take it slow. I changed and moved to the bed.
Closing my eyes I settled in, the lights shut off and I heard him undressing. The bed dipped telling me he was on the bed. A moment later I felt his arms wrap around me, turning so I was facing him I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his soft hair.
"I'm sorry about your mom. No one should go through that." I whispered in the darkness.
I felt his head move closer to mine, his forehead rested on mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in his closeness. My heartbeat sped up as I felt him kiss the tip of my nose.
"Thank you." Was all he said, I snuggled closer to him and fell asleep with the even pounding of his heart.
The blast of a phone ringing jolted me awake. I blindly reached out and grabbed my phone and answered it.
"Hello?" I mumbled clearing my eyes.
"Taylor? Where are you?" My mom's frantic voice said from the other side.