Miranda stopped what she was doing and could not help but glare at Brettly being reminded all too well of some of the things that she didn’t like about Brettly.  She had gone through enough in the last 24 hours she was strong enough she could take this.  She knew Brettly’s true feelings came out when he was drunk.  Miranda started to cry at his words, “Same ol Brettly hurts with just the venom of his voice.  But you know what I don’t care anymore.  Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t remember any good times, because obviously they were all a lie.”<br/><br/>Miranda looked at Brettly after she slapped him and was actually surprised that he had not hit her, “Oh come on, might as well completely the fatherly package and beat me too, and you know you have always wanted too.”  Miranda said as she left.  “You have never loved me, you just wished you did.”<br/><br/>After Miranda hung up the phone she just sat on the floor bawling, why did everything have to turn out so bad, why didn’t she just divorce Brettly instead of putting herself through his verbal abuse?  She had always put up with it because she loved him, which was always why she never slept with Thomas.  She was surprised that Thomas took things as far as he did.  When Brettly came out and was mocking her once again she pulled herself off the floor.<br/><br/>“You know what Brettly you can go fuck off.  I have never cheated on you, no matter how many times I have wanted too.”  Miranda yelled through her tears.  “You have no idea what secret I was talking about.”  Miranda walked towards the door and opened it and turned back to Brettly, “I honestly think I hate you right now, when you discover what really happen, you will be lucky if I come back to you.”  Miranda said and then slammed the door.<br/><br/>Miranda threw all of her things back into car again and took off back to the cabin because she didn’t have anywhere else to go, unless she got a hotel room and she didn’t like that idea.  After driving through the tears she finally made it to the cabin and went inside throwing her things on the floor then she went and grabbed a bottle and downed it.  It was so dark outside she had no clue what time it was and she looked at her phone.  She had lied because she did have signal up here; she just wanted to be alone.  She just stared at the phone knowing she was not going to have a zillion text messages from Brettly knowing that was what she wanted.<br/><br/><br/>Thomas had buried himself in a couple of bottles of whiskey when he got home.  He had hated what he had done to Miranda, even though she tried to take some of the blame.  He had been trying to ignore his phone because he didn’t want to hear it, Brettly probably did wonder why he had not come inside.<br/><br/>He finally looked at his phone and noticed there was a message from Miranda, what did she want now he thought.   He called his voice mail and listened to the message and when it was over he could do nothing but start to cry.  He didn’t realize that anything like that would have happened.  Thomas was drunk off his ass and picked up the phone and called Brettly up, “Dude.”  Thomas said thru his slurs, I need to see you now.”  Thomas said with more slurs.  “It’s not what you think, Miranda is innocent.”  Thomas knew he would probably be dead and need a new job when this was all over with.  Maybe he would just kill himself and end everyone’s grief.