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Chapter 6: It Only Hurts

Kevin Kinkirk looked at Lucy incredulously. "Oh, come on, Luce. Mary wouldn't cheat on Carlos."

Lucy made a face at Kevin before saying, "Well, you didn't see her on that bench with Wilson's arm around her."

"No, I didn't. Therefore I have no reason to believe that she was doing anything wrong."

"Hmph!" Lucy hated how Kevin could be so calm when there was obviously something to get upset about.

Kevin fought back the urge to laugh, but Lucy was just so cute. He snickered, then laughed outright.

"Kevin," Lucy said angrily, "This is NOT funny!"

"Then why don't you talk to Mary about it?" he asked calmly.

"Because, Kevin, you don't just go ask your sister why she's cheating on her husband," Lucy said, hating how levelheaded Kevin was being.

"First of all, you have no proof that Mary is cheating on Carlos."

"Kevin, I saw her being held by her former fiancé."

Kevin just hugged her. "I love you, Luce. But sometimes..."

"Sometimes what?" she demanded.

"Sometimes you just jump to conclusions. You've got to give her the benefit of the doubt."

Lucy pulled away from Kevin and crossed her arms.

"OK, fine," Kevin said. "You get yourself in trouble, but don't ask for my help."

Lucy rolled her eyes and went up to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Kevin groaned. He knew what that meant. First of all, that he was lucky they were eating at the Camdens', or he wouldn't be getting any dinner that night. And secondly, that he was going to be sleeping on the couch.

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At dinner, Mary, Lucy, and Kevin were silent. Lucy was angry, Kevin was annoyed, and Mary was confused. Her emotions were running wild after the moment with Wilson. Now she didn't know what to do. But, obviously, Wilson wasn't interested. So why even try?

Annie and Eric detected the tension in the room, but they weren't sure what was going on. Noone could stand being in the room for long. Everyone ate quickly, and then they all made up excuses to get out. Martin had homework to do, as did Ruthie and Peter. The twins miraculously decided to clean their room. Cecilia made some lame excuse about having to change Emily's diaper, and Simon insisted that she let him help. Lucy said she needed to talk to Eric and Annie, which left Mary and Kevin staring at each other blankly.

"What's up with you and Lucy?" Mary asked.

Kevin shrugged. "She's gotten another one of her ideas stuck in her head. I told her it was ridiculous, but you know how Lucy can be. If it's in her head, it's stuck there, and you can't talk her out of it."

Mary nodded. "Yeah. That's Lucy. What is it this time?"

"She thinks you're cheating on Carlos. She says she saw you with Wilson's arm around you in the park."

Mary looked at the table, then looked back up at Kevin. "She did. I was in the park with Wilson. But I'm not cheating on Carlos."

Kevin looked at her, trying to get his mind around what she was saying.

Mary didn't know what made her want to open up to her brother-in-law when noone else knew, but she did. She looked up at Kevin, an intensely sad look in her eyes. "Carlos left me. We're divorced."

"Oh... Oh, Mary, I'm sorry," Kevin said, giving his sister-in-law a brief hug.

She started crying. As she sniffled and wiped her nose, she said, "OK, so at least I got that out of my system."

A moment later, Eric, Annie, and Lucy walked in.

Eric looked gravely at his eldest daughter. "Mary, we need to talk."

Mary nodded. "OK."

She followed her parents into the livingroom. They directed her to the couch. She sat down, and said, "Before you guys start to lecture me, let me just say that I am a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions."

Eric shook his head. "Mary, I don't care how old you are. Having an affair with your ex-fiance is never a good idea."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Wilson?" Annie said, as if to jog her daughter's memory.

"Oh, no! I am NOT having an affair with Wilson!"

Lucy jumped in. "But I saw you with him at the park today... and you were..."

"Not doing anything wrong," Mary provided.

"As if cheating on Carlos..."

Mary interrupted. "I wasn't cheating on Carlos." By this time, she was in tears. Again.

They all looked at her, confusion on every face. Then she let it all out. All the pain that had been welling up inside of her. "Carlos left. We're divorced. And I'm coming back to GlenOak for good."

"Oh, Mary," Annie said, walking over to hug Mary. But Mary didn't want to be hugged. She pushed her mother away. "Just leave me alone," she said, as she stood up to run up the stairs to Simon's old room, which she was sharing with Charlie.

As she lay on the bed crying, she heard a knock on her door. "Who is it?"

"Simon. Can I come in?"

She sat up and sniffled. "Sure. Why not?"

The door opened, and she saw Simon standing in the doorway. He walked in and sat on the bed beside her. "I'm sorry, Mary," he said, giving her a hug. She sniffled. "I loved him, Simon. I loved him so much."

"I know. But it's gonna be OK. Things'll get better. Remember how hard it was for me and Cecilia when we found out she was pregnant? And what I was like after the accident? But it got better. It's hard. And sometimes I thought I'd die from the pain. But..." he trailed off.

"Thanks, Simon," Mary said. "But I think this is a little different."

"Yeah. Maybe so. But things will get better."

"I love you, Simon."

"I love you, too."

She leaned her head onto her little brother's shoulder and cried. He just rubbed her shoulder and let her.

Charlie woke up, and started crying, so Mary dried her eyes and went over to change his diaper. She changed him, then washed her hands. "So, do you feel like going downstairs now?" Simon asked.

"I don't want to go face everybody. But...I guess I'll go. I'm gonna have to do it sometime."

Simon gave her another hug. "OK, then."

They walked downstairs together, Mary holding Charlie.

They walked into the livingroom where all of the others, including Martin and Peter were gathered. "Oh, great!" Mary thought. "Why don't we just invite the whole town?"

Every eye in the room was on Mary. She was getting more and more uncomfortable.

Eric spoke up first. "I'm so sorry, Mary."

Mary stared him down angrily. "So sorry? Sorry that you accused me of having an affair when you didn't even know what was going on?"

"Mary, I..."

Lucy looked at her older sister. "It's my fault, Mary. And I'm sorry. I'm the one who got you accused."

"I know. You're always sticking your clean little nose somewhere it doesn't belong."

Everyone looked at Lucy, who said. "You're right. And I'm sorry. Maybe someday I'll learn to stop..." She couldn't talk anymore. Kevin squeezed her hand.

"Please forgive me, Mary," she managed to say.

Mary just looked at her. "I'll try," she said softly.

Martin and Peter left, quickly "remembering" that they had to "do...something."

Mary loved her family, but Lucy and her parents had hurt her so much. It really hurt to think that they could even think that she was having an affair.

She sat with them a little while, but then she went upstairs again. She put Charlie to bed before going to bed herself. It was another long night.

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It only hurts when I'm breathing.

My heart only breaks when it's beating.

My dreams only die when I'm dreaming.

And I hold my breath, to forget.