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she leaned over and kissed my cheek, I guess I should've
because she seemed to take that as an invitation to sit
down.
    "So how're things Dominic you
hanging in there? I'm sorry about the trouble with Maddy and Simon
I tried telling her but she just wouldn't listen."
    I looked at her without answering
for five minutes, by minute three she was starting to squirm under
my scrutiny.
    "What was it that you tried telling
her exactly Brenda huh?"
    "Oh well you know about that…that
night..."
    "What about it?"
    "You know, you know what
happened."
    "I do, my wife told me all about
it." Her eyes grew wide and she looked…nervous. What the fuck was
that about?
    "She did, but how could she
remember...?" She closed her mouth real quick after
that.
    "What did you say?" I got a bad
feeling in the pit of my stomach at her words and the way she was
acting. Something was way wrong with this picture but I couldn’t
put my finger on it. Something she said was sending off warning
signals in my gut, but what? She hadn’t said much of
anything.
    "Nothing nothing I just meant that
with the amount of alcohol she had she might not have remembered."
She fidgeted nervously as she was suddenly more interested in
avoiding my eyes than she had been when she first made her way over
to me. Somehow I didn't buy her bullshit cover either.
    "I changed my mind I'm not hungry
after all."
    "Oh but..." I didn't even spare her
a glance as I walked out.
    All the way back up the mountain my
mind was whirling and I felt sick. If what I was thinking was true
then I was in a world of shit.
    I heard her weeping as soon as I
opened the door. Without giving any thought to what I was doing I
went straight to the room she was currently using because I'd
kicked her out of my bed. She was lying in the middle of the bed in
the fetal position rocking back and forth as she cried her little
heart out.
    Fuck, that can't be good for my kid.
I kicked off my shoes and laid down next to her pulling her into my
arms. She clung to me like a vine, her tears soaking the front of
my shirt.
    "Hush now Madelyn, I came
back."
    "Please Dominic please I can't bear
it please please please."
    "Ssh, calm down baby this can't be
good for the baby."
    Her body shook with her tears as I
felt my eyes too grow moist, what the fuck, had happened in that
bar that night?

Chapter 7
     
    She finally fell asleep in my arms
and I couldn't leave her, neither could I fit my six three frame on
this little ass bed so I lifted her gently and took her into our
room. It felt right having her there as I laid down beside her. I
was confused and pissed and didn't know what the fuck to do next.
Donna’s words and Brenda's slip of the tongue kept playing over and
over again in my head but I didn't want to believe the shit that
was starting to form there. Her words the night I confronted her
kept replaying in my head too. Now that the red haze of fury was no
longer clouding everything I kept hearing her say she didn’t
remember what had happened or how it had happened. I’d thought it
was just a cop out but maybe there was more to it than
that.
    While she slept safely in my arms I
planned and plotted in my head. Branson is a small town, if they'd
drugged her they had to get the shit from somewhere. And there was
still the question of if she'd been drugged what had they used?
Before I could think better of it I plucked out a strand of her
hair and moving as quietly as I could without jarring her, opened
my night table and got some tissue to wrap it in for safe
keeping.
    What was brewing in my chest was not
good. If what I now beginning to suspect was true this town was
about to reap hell on earth. I looked down at her little face, the
tear tracks still evident. She'd lost weight, I hadn't noticed how
much until now but feeling her body against mine I felt the
difference. I kissed her forehead softly as I finally closed my
eyes for some shuteye. Tomorrow I'll start looking for
answers.
     
     
     
    In the morning