The Lies We Tell
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 6
Catherine watched as Vincent sat Ryan in his swing and set it rocking. She
smiled at how natural he acted with Ryan. He wasn't afraid or stilted in any
way. He turned and caught the smile. He sat back down and faced her. Catherine
mentally prepared herself.
"Catherine.....what happened? What happened to us? After that
night.....everything changed. You didn't come around as much. We hardly talked
to each other. And then, you showed up at my door, on my wedding day. Why were
you really there? Was it to tell me you were pregnant?"
Catherine's eyes widened, and her breathing stopped. She swallowed hard, and
took in a shuddering breath. Max's words came back to haunt her again. You
are never to tell him.....
Vincent watched her reactions. He had hit the nail on the head. He just knew
it. Now, she had to tell him the truth.
"I.....I...." Lie Catherine. You need to protect your son.
"I....couldn't face you...after that night. I was so embarrassed and ashamed
of my behavior. I just.....I couldn't go back to the way it had been. So,
I......stayed away. But, I couldn't let your wedding happen....without telling
you.....about how much I wanted you to be happy," she struggled out.
Vincent stared at her, incredulous. He was giving her an in, and yet, she was
still lying to him! He grabbed her arms, and pulled her closer. She
yelped quietly. He realized he had frightened her, and released her arms.
"Sorry..." he mumbled. Catherine rubbed her arms.
"You want to know something funny? My whole marriage, I was never happy. I
just kept thinking about one woman, and it wasn't my wife," Vincent said.
Catherine stared at him, confused. He was in love with someone else?
That knowledge ate at her. "Why were you with Alex then, if you loved this other
woman?" she asked, her voice small. She dropped her head, to hide her tears.
She felt Vincent scoot closer to her, so that their legs were touching. His
body heat hit her, and she fought against throwing herself into his arms, to beg
his forgiveness for everything. His fingers curled under her chin, and gently he
raised her head so their eyes met. What she saw there made her gasp.
Desire......white hot desire....
"Because I didn't think that she loved me," he said, his fingers cupping her
cheek. Catherine stared at him, hypnotized. "Now, who do you think that woman
is, hmmm?" he said, seconds before his lips pressed against hers. Catherine gave
in, returning the kiss.
He kissed her gently, taking his time. His hand slipped behind her neck and
caressed the skin there. Her hands slipped to his chest, pressing her hands flat
there. She moaned and he gave up on gentle, thrusting his tongue against her
closed lips, begging entrance. She gave in, and opened her mouth. His tongue
slipped inside, and his arms went around her, crushing her to his chest. A
guttural moan sounded from the back of his throat.
At that sound, Catherine froze against him. She pushed against his chest,
desperately trying to break free of his hold. He released her, and stared at her
as they both panted, trying to regain their breath. Catherine started
crying.
"No! I can't do this. I can't do this again. You are a married man! I can't
do this again!!" she sobbed out.
"Catherine, my marriage is over. I told you that! In all honesty, it wasn't a
real marriage anyway. I never should have married her when I was in love with
you," he told her earnestly.
Catherine stood up, and backed to the far corner of the room. She glanced at
Ryan. He was asleep in his swing. She looked at Vincent, who had also stood, and
was advancing slowly toward her. She held out her hands. "Stop, please! Don't
say things like that!" she begged.
Vincent stopped, and his face was confused. "It's the truth! Catherine, I
have been in love with you for 18 years. Since the first day I met you, you were
the one!"
"Why didn't you ever say anything, then?"
"I didn't think you felt the same way, and I didn't want to ruin our
friendship," he told her honestly.
Catherine couldn't breath. She felt nauseous and the room started spinning.
What had she done?? She reached out blindly, trying to find an anchor.
Vincent's strong arms caught her.
"Catherine....?" he said, but his voice was distorted. She tried to focus,
but the room was going black. The last thing she heard was his panicked,
"Catherine!!"
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Vincent carefully laid Catherine on the couch. Undoing the buttons on her
blouse, he loosened it to get air into her lungs. He raced to the kitchen, and
ran cold water over a washcloth. Gently, he placed it on her forehead. He
reached down, undoing her jeans to help her breath better. He looked at Ryan. He
was still peacefully sleeping, oblivious.
Vincent checked her pulse, and was relieved to feel the steady beat of her
heart. What the hell just happened?? He stared at her face, which was
white.
Several minutes passed, and Catherine was still passed out on the couch.
Vincent was seriously thinking about calling an ambulance, when he heard
Catherine groan. He raced to her side. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw his
relieved face hovering above hers. She sat up quickly, and groaned when the room
swayed.
"Easy.....easy now. You need to take it easy," Vincent said, supporting her.
She leaned against him, and then gasped.
"Ryan?" she asked, panicked. Vincent shushed her, and pointed. Ryan was still
asleep, oblivious to what had just happened. Catherine sighed audibly,
relieved.
"What happened, Catherine? Has that ever happened before?" Vincent said,
having gone into doctor mode.
"No, it's never happened before. I just....I haven't eaten a lot today. That's
all," she lied.
Vincent stared at her. His fist clenched at his side. She was lying again.
Why did she keep doing that? "Catherine, I don't believe you."
"Believe whatever makes you feel better. I really don't know what else to
tell you," Catherine said.
"How about the truth? For once?"
"What truth?"
"Did it shock you to find out I'm in love with you? Is that why you passed
out?"
Catherine inhaled deeply. She met his eyes. For once, she told the truth.
"Yes, it shocked me. I never knew. I never suspected."
"Catherine, have you ever......do you love me?" Vincent asked, shy for the
first time. Catherine stared at him. Tears pricked at her eyes.
"I do.......but we can't be together."
"Why not? If we love each other, why can't we be together?" Vincent asked,
confused.
"You don't understand. There are things I can't tell you. Things you can
never know. I'm sorry."
He approached her, and took her in his arms. "Why can't you tell me? What is
going on?"
She shook her head. "You need to leave, Vincent. You need to leave and never
come back. Go back to your wife. Forget I exist. Please.....please Vincent," she
ended on a whisper.
"Is someone threatening you? Is that it? Is it Marks?" Vincent asked, barely
containing his rage.
Catherine stared at the floor. "Just leave, Vincent. Please.
Please......forget about me. Forget about Ryan. Go back to Alex. Have the
family you've always wanted."
"I wanted that family with you!" Vincent said, desperation in his
voice. Catherine wanted to die with those words. You have that family....but
I can't tell you, ever.
"I'm not your wife. I'll never be your wife. You said those vows to another
woman, and you need to honor them. You need to go back to her, no matter how we
feel about each other. You need to forget about me. Forget our past. Forget
about having a future with me. Your future is with Alex," Catherine told him,
tears in her eyes.
"Catherine..."Vincent started, but she cut him off.
"Just go........please. Go......" she breathed out.
Vincent stared at her. Finally, he sighed and walked to her door. Turning
around, he said, "We aren't done here." He threw open the door, and walked out.
It slammed shut behind him.
Catherine collapsed on the floor, and a torrent of tears fell. She curled
into a ball on the floor, wailing out her misery. I'm so sorry, Vincent.
Please.....please forgive me.......but, I can't lose our son. He's all I have
left of you. I'm sorry........
Vincent stood outside her door, and heard her wails. His teeth clenched
together, and his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists together. He
had someone to see.....
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 6
Catherine watched as Vincent sat Ryan in his swing and set it rocking. She
smiled at how natural he acted with Ryan. He wasn't afraid or stilted in any
way. He turned and caught the smile. He sat back down and faced her. Catherine
mentally prepared herself.
"Catherine.....what happened? What happened to us? After that
night.....everything changed. You didn't come around as much. We hardly talked
to each other. And then, you showed up at my door, on my wedding day. Why were
you really there? Was it to tell me you were pregnant?"
Catherine's eyes widened, and her breathing stopped. She swallowed hard, and
took in a shuddering breath. Max's words came back to haunt her again. You
are never to tell him.....
Vincent watched her reactions. He had hit the nail on the head. He just knew
it. Now, she had to tell him the truth.
"I.....I...." Lie Catherine. You need to protect your son.
"I....couldn't face you...after that night. I was so embarrassed and ashamed
of my behavior. I just.....I couldn't go back to the way it had been. So,
I......stayed away. But, I couldn't let your wedding happen....without telling
you.....about how much I wanted you to be happy," she struggled out.
Vincent stared at her, incredulous. He was giving her an in, and yet, she was
still lying to him! He grabbed her arms, and pulled her closer. She
yelped quietly. He realized he had frightened her, and released her arms.
"Sorry..." he mumbled. Catherine rubbed her arms.
"You want to know something funny? My whole marriage, I was never happy. I
just kept thinking about one woman, and it wasn't my wife," Vincent said.
Catherine stared at him, confused. He was in love with someone else?
That knowledge ate at her. "Why were you with Alex then, if you loved this other
woman?" she asked, her voice small. She dropped her head, to hide her tears.
She felt Vincent scoot closer to her, so that their legs were touching. His
body heat hit her, and she fought against throwing herself into his arms, to beg
his forgiveness for everything. His fingers curled under her chin, and gently he
raised her head so their eyes met. What she saw there made her gasp.
Desire......white hot desire....
"Because I didn't think that she loved me," he said, his fingers cupping her
cheek. Catherine stared at him, hypnotized. "Now, who do you think that woman
is, hmmm?" he said, seconds before his lips pressed against hers. Catherine gave
in, returning the kiss.
He kissed her gently, taking his time. His hand slipped behind her neck and
caressed the skin there. Her hands slipped to his chest, pressing her hands flat
there. She moaned and he gave up on gentle, thrusting his tongue against her
closed lips, begging entrance. She gave in, and opened her mouth. His tongue
slipped inside, and his arms went around her, crushing her to his chest. A
guttural moan sounded from the back of his throat.
At that sound, Catherine froze against him. She pushed against his chest,
desperately trying to break free of his hold. He released her, and stared at her
as they both panted, trying to regain their breath. Catherine started
crying.
"No! I can't do this. I can't do this again. You are a married man! I can't
do this again!!" she sobbed out.
"Catherine, my marriage is over. I told you that! In all honesty, it wasn't a
real marriage anyway. I never should have married her when I was in love with
you," he told her earnestly.
Catherine stood up, and backed to the far corner of the room. She glanced at
Ryan. He was asleep in his swing. She looked at Vincent, who had also stood, and
was advancing slowly toward her. She held out her hands. "Stop, please! Don't
say things like that!" she begged.
Vincent stopped, and his face was confused. "It's the truth! Catherine, I
have been in love with you for 18 years. Since the first day I met you, you were
the one!"
"Why didn't you ever say anything, then?"
"I didn't think you felt the same way, and I didn't want to ruin our
friendship," he told her honestly.
Catherine couldn't breath. She felt nauseous and the room started spinning.
What had she done?? She reached out blindly, trying to find an anchor.
Vincent's strong arms caught her.
"Catherine....?" he said, but his voice was distorted. She tried to focus,
but the room was going black. The last thing she heard was his panicked,
"Catherine!!"
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Vincent carefully laid Catherine on the couch. Undoing the buttons on her
blouse, he loosened it to get air into her lungs. He raced to the kitchen, and
ran cold water over a washcloth. Gently, he placed it on her forehead. He
reached down, undoing her jeans to help her breath better. He looked at Ryan. He
was still peacefully sleeping, oblivious.
Vincent checked her pulse, and was relieved to feel the steady beat of her
heart. What the hell just happened?? He stared at her face, which was
white.
Several minutes passed, and Catherine was still passed out on the couch.
Vincent was seriously thinking about calling an ambulance, when he heard
Catherine groan. He raced to her side. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw his
relieved face hovering above hers. She sat up quickly, and groaned when the room
swayed.
"Easy.....easy now. You need to take it easy," Vincent said, supporting her.
She leaned against him, and then gasped.
"Ryan?" she asked, panicked. Vincent shushed her, and pointed. Ryan was still
asleep, oblivious to what had just happened. Catherine sighed audibly,
relieved.
"What happened, Catherine? Has that ever happened before?" Vincent said,
having gone into doctor mode.
"No, it's never happened before. I just....I haven't eaten a lot today. That's
all," she lied.
Vincent stared at her. His fist clenched at his side. She was lying again.
Why did she keep doing that? "Catherine, I don't believe you."
"Believe whatever makes you feel better. I really don't know what else to
tell you," Catherine said.
"How about the truth? For once?"
"What truth?"
"Did it shock you to find out I'm in love with you? Is that why you passed
out?"
Catherine inhaled deeply. She met his eyes. For once, she told the truth.
"Yes, it shocked me. I never knew. I never suspected."
"Catherine, have you ever......do you love me?" Vincent asked, shy for the
first time. Catherine stared at him. Tears pricked at her eyes.
"I do.......but we can't be together."
"Why not? If we love each other, why can't we be together?" Vincent asked,
confused.
"You don't understand. There are things I can't tell you. Things you can
never know. I'm sorry."
He approached her, and took her in his arms. "Why can't you tell me? What is
going on?"
She shook her head. "You need to leave, Vincent. You need to leave and never
come back. Go back to your wife. Forget I exist. Please.....please Vincent," she
ended on a whisper.
"Is someone threatening you? Is that it? Is it Marks?" Vincent asked, barely
containing his rage.
Catherine stared at the floor. "Just leave, Vincent. Please.
Please......forget about me. Forget about Ryan. Go back to Alex. Have the
family you've always wanted."
"I wanted that family with you!" Vincent said, desperation in his
voice. Catherine wanted to die with those words. You have that family....but
I can't tell you, ever.
"I'm not your wife. I'll never be your wife. You said those vows to another
woman, and you need to honor them. You need to go back to her, no matter how we
feel about each other. You need to forget about me. Forget our past. Forget
about having a future with me. Your future is with Alex," Catherine told him,
tears in her eyes.
"Catherine..."Vincent started, but she cut him off.
"Just go........please. Go......" she breathed out.
Vincent stared at her. Finally, he sighed and walked to her door. Turning
around, he said, "We aren't done here." He threw open the door, and walked out.
It slammed shut behind him.
Catherine collapsed on the floor, and a torrent of tears fell. She curled
into a ball on the floor, wailing out her misery. I'm so sorry, Vincent.
Please.....please forgive me.......but, I can't lose our son. He's all I have
left of you. I'm sorry........
Vincent stood outside her door, and heard her wails. His teeth clenched
together, and his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists together. He
had someone to see.....
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