And in the End…” Part VIII
Copyright Fallon B. 2000

Kevin, Jeff, and Carl all had the same thoughts running through their heads. What was wrong with Brett? Why didn’t he want their help and why was he so violent?
They were his three best friends and cared about his well being and his family. Even though he tried to pretend that the divorce didn’t bother him, everyone knew it did.
That night show time came and went, with Brett mouthing off to everyone that said anything to him and barely speaking to the guys. Even backstage Brett felt distant from his fans, which was very, very unusual for him. He just needed to unwind. As he was signing an autograph for a teenage boy with a face full of piercings he felt a tap on the back. He turned around to find her. Kim.
“Hi Brett,” she said shyly, just as when she had first met him.
“Kim!” he exclaimed, happy to see her.
“How are you?”
“I’m all right. My wife divorced me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. Let’s just go back to the hotel, ok?”
“Umm, ok.”
Brett showed Kim the way to his hotel room, dodging fans here and there. Not to be rude, but he just wanted to get up to his hotel room and sleep with Kim.
“Mmm. I am so horny,” said Brett as Kim straddled him and he kissed her neck.
Kim didn’t reply. She just let Brett do his thing. She loved being with him, but like many of the others she hated how all he wanted was sex. And now that he was divorced that was all she could think about.
The thing was, it was like she couldn’t resist him. Those beautiful blue eyes, the great face, the voice, both singing and speaking, and that body. Oh how she loved the body. Small and scrawny, but in her eyes, lovely.
As Brett was unbuttoning her blouse Kim felt uneasy. She felt a knot in her stomach and those second thoughts just wouldn’t stop coming. And they just got worse and worse. IT didn’t make any sense to her. At least he was divorced now.
Brett slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and then pulled of his T-shirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear.
“Stop Brett.”
Brett stopped and gave her a menacing look.
“What’s wrong?”
“I cant do this,” she replied in a firm tone.
“Why babe? I’m divorced now. For once it’s ok to do this.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Holy fuck. Why not?” he asked, a little annoyed.
“Because. I know that you’re divorced now, but I know you still love your family. I know I wasn’t the only groupie, which I’m not, but I cant help but feel like I caused the divorce.”
“You didn’t and you know that. Everyone knows that it was waiting to happen.”
She rubbed her fingertips over her forehead a few times.
“Get help, Brett. Please.”
He sat down next to her and let out a sigh.
“I want to. I was going to and the guys were going to help me, but they wanted me to go to some sex clinic and I will not do that. I refuse to. I don’t know what to do.”
“You should go to a clinic. It’s just like alcoholic’s anonymous, but for sex addicts. You’ll need to do other stuff, too, but that’s the biggest step you’ll need to take. You know the guys are there for you, and, if you want, I’m here, too.”
Brett pondered at the idea and though about getting his family back. HE really wanted them both back, he truly loved them.
“All right,” he agreed. “I’ll do it.”

…to be continued…

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