Brads POV
It killed me, to see my wife being touched by another man. Especially when it's her ex- husband. I stood right in front of him and pulled him off of Carrie. I punched him repeatingly. I was so pissed off. I stopped after a couple minutes and pushed him away. "Get out of my damn house... Now" I screamed to him. He got off the floor and ran out the door. I turned my head to Kim and she ran after Mike. I looked at Carrie. She ran into my arms. I cradled her head into my chest while she was crying. "It's okay Care... it's okay... I'm sorry... your okay..." I whispered to her while I rubbed her back. I held her in my arms for a long time. She let go and looked at me. She wiped her tears away and went to pick up her shirt and bra. She put them on. "Where's Ran" she asked, trying to change the topic of what just happened. I just went along with her even though I couldn't think about anything else. "She'll be here any minute" I said walking to get the paint that was by the door. I picked it up and walked into the kitchen to put the cans on the counter. "Hey guys" Miranda's voice came up. I looked at Carrie and we both looked at Miranda in silence. "What happened..." She asked as her smile faded. Carrie started crying again. I walked over to her and held her in my arms again. Miranda knew what happened. We didn't even have to tell her. "I swear, the next time I see one of them I'm going to hurt them" she said. Carrie pulled away. "Let's start" she said, walking away from me. She grabbed her purse and phone and water and put them to the counter.
Carries POV
I tried fighting my tears. I hated it. I knew Brad hated it. I just need to get away. How the hell did they get in my house. I grabbed the bucket of navy blue paint and poured it into a paint tray. I picked up the tray and a couple of paint brushes. I walked upstairs to me and Brads room. It was huge.
Brads POV
Carrie walked upstairs by herself and left me and Miranda by ourselves. "What the hell" she whispered across the kitchen. I was thinking. "Are you staying here or..." She asked, using her normal voice. "I'm gonna head over back to the house and start boxing everything... It'll probably take a week so might as well start now.." I told her. She nodded her head. "I have a gun in my truck.. Let me go get it" I told her and ran out the door. I walked to the truck and got it out of the bottom of the seat. I walked back inside and Miranda was still in the kitchen. "If either of them are even on this street.. Call me... If either of them find a way to get into the house... Shoot them." I told her while handing my gun to her. "I'll lock all of the doors but still" I said as she nodded her head. "Yeah" she replied. I walked towards the stairs. "I love you Care" I yelled upstairs to Carrie. "I love you too" she yelled down. I walked out the door, got in the truck and drove back to the house.
Miranda's POV
I can't believe Mike and Kim. What don't they understand. Brad and Carrie are married. They love eachother with all of their hearts. I walked upstairs with other paint brushes and went into Brad and Carries room. "Hey" I said as I put them on the ground. "Let's just not talk about it.." Carrie said as she kept painting. "Probably a good idea..." I responded. "Can we blare some music right now" Carrie asked. "Of course" I said laughing.
