The rain poured down harder and harder. He started crying and huffing. I just stood there, watching him. I didn’t know what else to do. Out of no where, I left his right hand slam into my jaw. “You little fucking prick!” I had to be careful with my words. Quick thoughts, careful words.

“I loved her too! It hurt me more than you’ll ever know.” I regained my balance after his punch.

His breathing had doubled. “Why? Why did you fucking off her? She loved you! She chose you over me, you jackass.”

“What are you talking about? She ran back to you. You… the one that killed her child.”

He shook his head, the rain drops flew off his hair. “That’s a typical answer of you. You don’t know what happened between us. Gennie loved you, she hated me!” He punched himself in the chest over and over. “She hated me.”

“She went back to the hospital to be with you.”

“She was hurt. She only knew me and she was too fucking scared to trust you.”

“She was with you!” I wouldn’t let that go. She left me for him. She left me. Me. Left. Me. I felt my body become submerged in detestation.

“You don’t have a clue what went on in the hospital room after you left. After everyone left.” He walked towards me and grabbed my arms. Holding me up to listen to him. “Gina came back because she thought you wouldn’t understand why she loved me. I told her to go back to you. She didn’t listen so for three damn months, she followed me around wanting me give her another Tony. I hated the fucking runt. I hated myself for being the father.”

I forced myself to start crying. Once I started, I couldn‘t stop. He lies. JC lies. Yes… he always lies. But he continued.

“After she realized I would not ever sleep with her again, she left me to go back to you. She never kept any secrets from me. She wrote me… told me that she couldn’t stand me anymore. She hated me and never wanted to see me again. Blah, blah, blah… the usual bullshit heartache. Why do you think she showed up back on your doorstep?”

I wanted to laugh. I cared about nothing anymore. Gennie… a thing of the past. Jeez, JC, fucking move on. “She told me you kicked her out and needed a place to stay.”

“I loved her. Why would I kick her out? She wanted happiness, I let her go.” JC released me from his grip and walked around a bit. “But you went and fucked that up. You loved her too, I know you did. I could tell that night in the hospital.” He was quiet for a minute, “Why are you telling me this? Should have just let me believe she was still alive. I would have lied to myself like Chris has and made myself believe it. Why did you have to come to me?”

“I… She…” Tears… I could only give him tears.

“Wade.” He stared at me, “Why couldn’t you have left me alone? Why did you get involved with me? Get so deep.” I looked up at him. He whispered, “And why the fuck do I love you so much?”

I smiled at JC once he confessed what he honestly felt. I reached in and took his face in my hands, kissed his saltly lips. I licked his tears away. He sniffed.

In a low whisper, “I know you JC. I know about Britney. I know about everything. And fucking grow up.” I laughed to myself and headed towards the door, “Oh yeah, Gennie. She’s, in actually, alive and well. She’s here tonight. In Vegas. I’ll tell you said ‘Hi,’ unless you don’t want me too.” I turned away from him. I didn’t want to look at him anymore. Sick, disgusting, vile creature. Sad mostly.

I walked down to the first floor. I fucking love lies. My little demons. My little secrets.