Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... fix it.

"...well? Are you just going to sit there and keep lying to me? Jesus fucking Christ, Bash, tell me the truth! Are you?"

Right outside Bastian's office, Tami froze. Almost literally. It was like all the blood had drained from her, leaving her a block of ice.Jillian... oh god, she heard me and Chad. And a whole lot more; she knew it for sure right then. Hell, she and Bastian probably hadn't hidden a damned thing from her this entire time.Shit... what do I say? What do I do?

Into the abyss. Forward was the only way, Tami told herself. Then told herself again. She kept repeating it, even as she eased the door open.

"You don't know what you're asking." Standing next to his desk, Bastian was holding his hands up apologetically while weathering the palpable fury radiating off of Jillian, who was also upright and leaning towards him like she was fighting a hurricane. "Jelly, It's all kinds of--"

"Don't call me that!" Jillian screeched, snatched up that cheap snow globe on the desk, and shattered it on the ground between them. Bastian reeled like he'd been slapped. "You're a fucking liar, a fucking wife-stealing piece of shit, and a fucking monster because you've been laughing at me pretty much my whole fucking life! How could you do it, Bash?"

The tears were fully streaming down the teen's face then, her entire body was twisted up in misery, and the blonde roots of her undyed hair made it seem like her head was on fire. "How could you... you do all it? Be ...

... everything..." She stopped herself, quivering. "How could you play with me like that? Please... oh god... just tell me. If you ever had one genuine feeling for me, just--"

Tami's little sob was enough to derail her daughter's plea, and the girl spun her way at the sound, eyes ablaze. "Jillian... sweetie, we're so..."

"We." Jillian nearly spit. "We, huh? The slut and the shit-bag." She gave out a short bark of a laugh, bitter and rueful. "My fucking mother and...father." At that last word, she turned back to Bastian, levelling judgement on him with all the gravitas of a victim of the worst tragedy ever perpetrated. "Don't even try to deny it. You knocked up my mom and left my... leftChad to pick up the pieces."

"Baby... no." Tami shook her head, ready. She'd realized where her daughter was going, and, tragically, had to set her straight. "Bastian... he's not." Another little sob escaped. "Chad really is your father. I'm sorry."

Jillian jerked her head back in forth in denial. "No. No fucking way!" She stabbed a finger and the nonplussed man to the side. "He has to be! Nothing else makes sense! Why would you just jump on his cock like that! Why did dad know it was Bash you were cheating with without me telling him? God, mom, are you some kind of fucking nymphomaniac?"

"Jillian Drevin." The plaintive tone was gone from Bastian. "Stop. You're better than this. What have I always told you?"

Somehow, by some miracle of the divine... or years of reinforcement... ...