Broken Promises
Copyright© 2020 by Matt Moreau
Chapter 40
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 40 - He sacrifices everything for her, but he is betrayed in the end.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Anal Sex Petting
Well, it ended up taking her thirteen hours to get back to me. She actually knocked on the door. I mean she still had her key, but ... I answered the buzz.
“You’ve got a key,” I said.
“I just wasn’t, well, sure,” she said.
“Marian, we both have a lot of downsides. Me way more than you; I mean if one gets down to it. I’m in the position of actually needing to take a chance, but on you not the others. I don’t hate them; get that. But I don’t give a shit about them either; well, except for Candace and maybe Bea,” I said.
“I understand. You do have a case to make. Truthfully though, I hope that someday the rift between them and us, and I do mean us, will be fixed and we can all be a family. It’s what I hope for and I hope that at some point it will be what you will hope for,” she said. I gave her a look that she didn’t call me on.
“I’m supposed to ask you to talk to Blake. He says he has a proposal to make that he thinks you can live with. And no, I don’t have the details, but it sounds like it’s big, and, maybe fair,” she said.
“Hah, more tokenism,” I said, expressing my doubts.
“No, no, I don’t think so,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he knows better than to try that with you. I mean again.”
“Okay, I’ll see him. But in truth I expect it to be a very short meeting,” I said. She was nodding.
“Okay, I’ll let him know,” she said. It seemed odd on some level that my woman, and I guess she was still that, had become kinda the intermediary between us and the other guys, but she had.
Ava Willis was shaking her head. “The man is my savior, and he’s an idiot. He actually thinks I do not, not only appreciate him, but actually love him! Okay, I don’t sexually, but in every other way I do, Bea, I do!” said Ava. “And in case there is the slightest doubt in anyone’s mind, Blake feels the same way!”
“Too many things for him to consider and account for, Ava. I think it was a major mistake for Blake to visit him in ‘81 and break the news to him. After that he had to spend thirteen more years despairing of having any kind of life. Add to that what happened to him with that gang attack, well...” said Bea. Ava nodded.
“I guess you’re right. We wanted to be there for him; but also up front with him. But I can understand why he didn’t see things that way. I can,” she said. “I’m just praying that Blake’s idea works. He’s praying it does too. Could he, we, be wasting our time? I don’t know, but I do hold out hope that this might be the time, late in the game though it is.”
“Yes, late in the game. That’s what it is all right,” said Bea. “Ava, a word of unasked for advice if I may.”
“Of course,” said Ava.
“In the future, if the subject of Julian comes up in any conversation where he is not present, pretend, imagine, that he is present. No more questionable or negative remarks about him for any reason. He won’t be able to handle anymore, and that’s if you, we, any of us, get the chance to be his friend again let alone family,” she said. Ava nodded.
“You are so right. No more stupidity on my part, none,” she said.
She saw the man sitting at a concrete picnic table near a tree but some distance from the river. It was a relatively cool day for mid-April. He was watching the ducks and other birds play. She smiled. Her used-to-be man always had liked the birds, especially the ducks. She lost the smile. This meeting, impromptu though it was, was for all of the marbles—well—maybe. She approached him from behind.
“Hi Julian,” she said. My head snapped around.
“Ava!” I said. “What are you doing here?”
“Saw your car as I drove by. Figured you might be kicking back, it being Sunday. Marian?”
“She’s at home. So, the question remains what are you doing here?” I said. I was not being nice.
“I’m sorry, Julian, for about a million things. I do love you my man. I just wish I could go back and make things right, everything right,” she said.
“Go back? You mean before I lost my manhood? Is that what you mean?” I said. I could see I’d stung her. I felt good.
“I mean before everything, but especially before you were arrested and saved me from a life sentence in prison. I’ve spent a lot of nights thinking about your sacrifices, all of them, really,” she said.
“Hah, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about them too, my sacrifices. I guess we have something in common after all,” I said.
“Along with a daughter,” she said, playing her hole card.
“You mean the one you gave away to my brother,” I said.
“No, I did not give her to him. He did raise her. He did do right by her. I know you know that. But she was always your baby not his not any other man’s,” she said. I snorted.
“You’re a good sales person, Ava, but you trying to sell hay to a night-mare is not within even your wondrous skill set,” I said.
“She does love you, Julian. You heard her. She meant it. She also loves her uncle, but you have first place. How could you not?” she said.
“Ava, Marian and I get along. We’ve done a lot of talking this past couple of months. Like I say we get along. Her with her no tits. Me with my no dick. We don’t have anything worth mentioning. But I took her back. You wanna know why?” I said.
“Okay,” she said.
“Because there isn’t anyone else for us, any other man for her, and any other woman who would waste their time on a nothing freak like me. But, well, Marian is willing to do that.
“The only woman, Ava, that I can ever really love is you. I know you know it and it kills me to see you with the other guy. And it kills me even more to think about you guys doing each other every night, and talking about me which I am sure you do a lot,” I said. “Tell me you don’t!”
“Okay, we do talk about you sometimes, that’s true. But not as often as you might think, and never do we talk smack about you. Honestly,” she said. I was nodding.
“Hmm,” I said.
“Really, Julian, I am not snowing you, really. Frankly, I wouldn’t dare, not anymore. But...”
“But?” I said.
“If I may, Julian. You need to love your new woman. She’s pretty. She’s faithful. And, I think she loves you, or if not, she’s trying to love you. Or maybe learning to love you. Really,” said Ava.
“I am trying to love her. And maybe I will one day. I don’t know. But there is still you, always around always inadvertently, I guess, rubbing my nose in it,” I said.
“Julian, forget me. Yes, I’ll be around. We’re family, not lovers, no, but family. And, I am not trying to rub your nose in it. Please,” she said. She sounded desperate. I stared.
“Forget you? Ava, had you and I been married that Valentine’s Day in ‘72, and had you cheated on me and dumped me say a couple of years later. I could have rationalized that. Guys, and women too, get cheated on and dumped all the time.
“But that’s not what happened to me, Ava. I spent twenty-two years in a cage, raped often, beaten often, tortured to the extent of having my dick cut off by serious bad guys. And in the middle of all of that I was informed that the reason I had willingly, even cheerfully, endured what I was enduring had been taken away from me. You cannot possibly imagine the despair...
“And none of that even takes into consideration that my child, one I did not even know existed, was taken from me too. You left me with nothing but a desperate, hopeless, longing for a night in bed with you. That longing Ava, has never left me, never waned. It still hasn’t. I mean you have no idea,” I said. “How am I supposed to forget all of that. How? Tell me how!”
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