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little paper. She could almost see the headline,  Woman attacked by
monster and saved by ghost of dead lover .
Mark was right about it sounding a lot like a cheesy horror flick. She
would have been amused, had it not been her life she was dealing with.
If that weren t enough, she also had two very pissed off men to
contend with. Or maybe it was one pissed off man and one indifferent
man. Who could tell? Tristan was impossible to read. The way he d left
without a word seemed like something a person would do if they were
mad, but it was possible she was only seeing what she wanted to see.
Chances were good that he d left because he simply didn t give a damn.
Mark, on the other hand, was pissed off. As soon as Tristan had left,
he d calmed down some and seemed more like himself for a little while.
Until Shame came downstairs and informed them he and Tristan would
be spending the night, so they could watch over them. Mark blew a
gasket at the suggestion of Tristan sleeping over. She d begrudgingly
admitted to feeling more secure with them there and Mark hadn t liked
that one little bit. She tried to make him understand her reasoning that
protecting Sam was of the utmost importance but he d refused to hear
her out. After that they had fought about everything and nothing at all.
At the end of the argument he d accused her of lusting after Tristan,
of responding to his sexual advances. It didn t seem to matter that he
had no basis for his accusation. Though he had no idea what had
happened between her and Tristan earlier that morning, Sara did. And
her contrary body refused to let her forget a single second of it. The guilt
ate away at her, even while her body clamored for Tristan to finish what
he d started. That Tristan seemed unaffected by it all, enforced her anger.
Sara was so damn mad she couldn t think straight. Mark lashed out
at her and she wasn t about to sit there and take it. She was determined
to give back as good as she got.
When Mark accused her of fucking Tristan and Shame, Sara said the
first thing that popped into her head.  So what?
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Mark s face turned red and a vein began to pulse in his forehead in
response to her snide suggestion. Then she d done the worst thing she
could have, she laughed. Mark called her a two-timing whore and
stormed out of the house before she could say another word. Instead of
going after him like she should have, she sat, her ass glued to the seat
cushion, while he peeled rubber backing out of the driveway.
When the loud roar of his engine couldn t be heard any longer, Sara
buried her face in the couch arm and cried. She wept enough tears to fill
the damn ocean for what a fool she was. Other than her son, Mark was
the only soul she could count on in the world and she drove him away,
just like everyone else.
The part of herself she hated the needy, clingy part screamed
inside her head. On the outside, Sara dried her eyes and tried to pretend
everything was okay.
Sara had calmly gone in search of her son. She found him and
Shame playing a game of Monopoly and joined in. She smiled and joked
at the appropriate intervals, right along with them, but her inner voice,
the crybaby that it was, wouldn t shut up. It continued to rant and rave
in her ears.
They weren t going to come back. Neither one of them. No one had
ever stuck around for her before not her father, who left her to follow
his career; not her mother, who couldn t cope with being alone and had
chosen to end her own life rather than stick around and raise her only
daughter. Tristan himself had left her to pursue greener pastures. Why
should she ever expect anything to end differently? Everyone she d ever
cared about had chosen to leave her. One way or another she always
ended up alone. It looked as if she was destined to stay that way.
Arrrrghhh! It was a sad day when listening to your own whining made
you sick. One sharp, mental bitch slap and the voice in her head quieted.
The house was quiet. Other than Sam, asleep down the hall, she was
alone, with only her thoughts to keep her company.
Sara puttered around the bathroom, setting out the things she
wanted for her bath. She turned on the radio, flipping it to her favorite
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oldies station, and adjusted the volume. She wanted to be able to hear it
but she didn t want it to be so loud that it drew attention.
As far as she knew Shame was still standing guard somewhere
outside. Knowing he was there, watching out for them, gave her a small
measure of comfort.
Neither Tristan, nor Mark, had come back. They were probably off
pouting somewhere together, comparing notes and talking about what a
bitch she was. The thought of the two of them together, like old times,
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