And in the End…” Part IV
Copywrite Fallon B. 2000
?Fuel Rox/Fallon Beaver Productions, 2000

Brett fell back into the kitchen chair that sat behind him. He didn’t want a divorce. That hadn’t even crossed his mind. He didn’t think Lisa would ever do that to him. He didn’t want to lose his son or his wife. They had been together for so long.
“C’mon Lisa, we can work this out,” he pleaded.
“No, Brett, actually we cant. You took all of my trust and lost it. It’s not there anymore. Do you understand that? I know that ever since I’ve known you that there have been girls backstage wanting to get into bed with you. That’s because you’re a very good-looking guy. I know that it used to happen when you were single. But I thought since you and I were married it stopped. Hell, when we started dating I believed it stopped,” she cried with tears streaming down her face.
“It did.”
“Well, then why now?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I have no explanation.”
“Sorry, but I’m not changing my mind,” she said as she picked Ryan up. “We’re going to pack.”
“Wait,” said Brett as he stood up and adjusted his pants.
Lisa turned around and looked into his sad eyes.
“You and Ryan stay. Keep the house. I’ll go.”
Lisa didn’t know what to say. She wanted to keep the house because she and Ryan had no where to go, but she felt bad. In reality it was Brett’s house. It was his 5 million dollars they used to pay for it. It was his 5 million dollars he earned from singing in one of the biggest bands. But she figured it was best for them to stay.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes. You and Ryan need it more then I do. I’ll move into an apartment or something. I want you two to have it. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have offered it.”
“Thanks Brett.”
“Yeah,” he sadly replied. “I’m going to start packing.”
Brett moped up the stairs and made his way into their bedroom thinking about having to leave his family and his home. He pulled his suitcase out of the closet and began ripping his clothes out of his drawers and just tossed them into the suitcase.
He felt awkward and wanted to leave as soon as possible. Not because he wanted to leave his family, but because his guilt was killing him. While he was clearing his drawers and closet Lisa came upstairs and into the bedroom.
“Do you need any help?” she asked.
“That would be nice. Thanks.”
As Lisa pulled some clothes, boots and shoes out of the closet she told Brett what was on her mind.
“Listen Brett, I don’t want this divorce to ruin us or your relationship with Ryan. I still want you to be his father. The truth is, I still love you, but I can’t stay with someone who has cheated on me. Even if it would have only been one time. I would still want a divorce. It’s just the way that I am. All I want is the divorce. I’m not going to sue you for anything. I’m just going to ask that you pay child support, because we both know that I’m going to have to keep Ryan. But you can see him whenever you want. I’m not going to deny you that right.”
“All right,” replied Brett as he threw the rest of his jewelry in his suitcase and zipped it up. He then grabbed his suitcase and bag of a few other belongings he felt he needed.
“Can you help me carry these out to the car?”
“Sure,” Lisa replied.
After packing up Brett’s car, it was time for them to tell Ryan what was going on. He was only two and a half, so it would be kind of hard for him to understand, and both Lisa and Brett knew that.
Brett walked into the house followed by Lisa, and found Ryan sitting in front of the TV, having no idea what was happening to his parents. Brett took a sea ton the floor next to Ryan.
“Hey buddy,” he said as he rubbed his head.
“Hi daddy.”
“What ya doing?”
“Watching toonies.”
“Well, mommy and daddy need to talk to you so can we turn it off.”
Ryan shook his head vigorously in the reply of yes.
Brett stood up and hit the power button on the TV. Lisa sat down on the other side of Ryan and gave Brett a look that told Brett he was the one that needed to tell Ryan.
“Ok, Ryan. This might be hard for you to understand, but I’ll try my hardest to explain it to you so you can understand it.”
“Ok,” Ryan replied with a puzzled look.
“Well, you know that I’m a musician and I go on tour a lot to make money.” “Yeah…in fool,” said Ryan, trying his hardest to say Fuel, but it always came out as fool. Brett smiled.
“Yes, in Fuel. And I met a lot of girls, and I did some bad things with these girls and I told mommy. So, mommy and I decided to get a divorce, which means I have to move out and go live somewhere else. Mommy and daddy don’t hate each other and I still love you. I just won’t live here anymore, but I’ll always be able to see you, ok?”
“OK, daddy. You come back?”
“Well, I’ll be back to visit you and pick you up when we have our days together, alright?”
Brett stood up, along with Lisa. She gave Brett a big hug and let go of him. “I’ll miss you and I’ll never forget our relationship. The time we had together was great.”
“Yeah. It was, wasn’t it?”
Brett picked up Ryan and gave him a big hug along with a kiss on the cheek.
“Be good, kid. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
He set Ryan down and moved over to the door.
“I’ll call the lawyer tonight,” said Lisa.
“Ok, thanks,” replied Brett as he looked at his son and wife. “Bye Ryan. I love you.”

And with that he got in his car and drove away.

…to be continued…

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