She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... sickly. Even under his thick coat, I could tell that most of his original bulk was gone. A patchy beard was growing along his thin jaw and it would have been brown, once it had been washed. He leaned forward, grimacing as if the effort was actually painful. “Not ‘Coach’,” he muttered, coughing and spitting out a glob of phlegm, “Not anymore.” I moved closer, hesitantly. “What happened?” He looked up at me, his upper lip twisted up to reveal browned teeth. “Whole lotta shit,” he grumbled back, falling back against the bench. He took a couple of rattling breaths, then looked at me again. “How are you, Harrison? Long time.” “Yeah…” I didn’t know what the hell to do. Last time I saw this guy, he was ready to have Craig choke me to death. Now…I probably would have called an ambulance if Tara hadn’t taken my phone. “How’s…everything?” He was muttering everything, not looking at me in the eye, as if the words were programmed into his head. “Okay,” I replied, “What happened to you?” “Got fired.” “I know. After that.” He shook his head slowly. “You don’t wanna know.” Part of me agreed but a bigger part, namely curiosity, won out. “Yeah, I do.” He looked at me for a second, then looked away. “You don’t care.” “I do.” “Uh huh. You actually think about me before now, Harrison?” “Yeah, I did,” I said crossly. It’s true. I mean, not a whole lot, but I did think about him. He snorted again, then coughed. “Like what?” “Like why you had me and Craig fight the day you got canned,” I replied, ...

... “The hell was up with that.” His gaze grew distant and he leaned against his knees, staring at the ground. “That…wasn’t good.” “No, it wasn’t. Why did you do it?” “Don’t ask me.” “Yeah? Well, I just did. You didn’t do shit while Craig was choking me out. Hell, you encouraged it! Did I do something wrong to you? Is that what it is? Were you pissed at me?” “No.” He hadn’t moved. “Then what?” He didn’t answer. He just continued to look at the ground. I was probably more angry than I should have been but remembering that fight, on top of the current situation with Kayla, was lighting a fire that I needed to release. “You know what?” I said acidly, stepping back, “Forget it. Keep it to yourself. Hope you feel good about it.” He looked up suddenly, his gaze like a whip as he glared at me. “Feel good?” he snarled, “No, I don’t. Do I look like I feel good?” “Of course not. But whatever. See you later.” I turned. “My son…” He stopped. I turned back around. “Your son?” I asked, frowning, “Didn’t know you had one.” “I don’t.” He looked down again. The pieces started fitting together in my head. “Your son…he’s not…” “Dead?” he asked, looking up at me with empty eyes, “Yep.” “That day…Was that the day it happened?” He shook his head. “Carl…that was his name, Carl…He was serving over in Iraq. Tech Sergeant. They didn’t exactly tell us how but…they visited us the night before. Knocked on our door and told us that he was dead. Just like that. Gone.” He broke off, blinking hard. “They said ...