Snow Lodge
Chapter 1
NOTE: Bits in italics are flashbacks.
He had thought everything was going fine. He had a job he loved, adoration from millions of fans, Backstreet had finally gained credibility and respect from their peers and he had more money than he was ever going to spend, and a wife he loved who loved him back.
Until last week.
He took another swig from the bottle and screwed his eyes up in an attempt to stop the memories of that night coming back; failing miserably. They had managed to complete the album 3 days ahead of schedule, and Brian had decided to fly back to Georgia without telling Leigh-Anne, planning on surprising his wife.
He was the one who got the surprise.
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He wondered into the house quietly, it was late and Leigh was probably asleep. He dropped his bags and wondered through to the lounge, thinking nothing of the two glasses sitting on the coffee table, or the empty bottle of wine sitting in the cooler.
He was thirsty after his long flight, and so he wondered into the kitchen, and opened the fridge, grabbing the bottle of orange juice there and taking a swig. Leigh hated it when he did that. 'But what she doesn't know can't hurt her.' He thought.
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Brian grimaced as he remembered thinking that. How that thought would come back to haunt him. 'It doesn't hurt you 'till you find out.'
He lifted the bottle to his lips again, and was only mildly surprised to find it empty. He lifted the bottle and threw it across the room, hearing it smash against the brick fireplace and shatter, just like his heart.
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He tiptoed down the landing to the master bedroom, looking forward to sleeping in his own bed for once. As he drew nearer, he could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. Brian stopped, wondering what he could hear. It sounded like... no. It couldn't be. Leigh had probably fallen asleep with the television on again. That was it.
Ignoring the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach, Brian continued on to the bedroom, and laid a hand on the doorknob. It was then that he had heard it. The sound of moaning. But it wasn't Leigh-Anne. It was a deep moan, the type only a man could make.
Brian gripped the doorknob tightly, something in the back of his mind told him he didn't want to open the door, but when he heard Leigh-Anne's unmistakable moan he turned the handle and the door swung open.
Inside Leigh was riding another man hard, slamming down on him with wild abandon. The man had his hands on Leigh's breasts and yanked her down to crush their mouths together as he bucked his hips, making them both moan.
Brian stood there in shock as he watched his wife fuck another man in their bed. Neither of them noticed they were being watched, too into each other to care. Both were close to orgasm, and their moans and grunts increased as they strived for their peaks. As they came Brian heard the words that shattered his heart into a million pieces.
"I love you." The man whispered.
"I love you too." Leigh responded.
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Brian sobbed as the words rebounded in his head. He had turned around and left, slamming the door behind him, before turning and running back down the stairs.
He had grabbed the keys to their 4x4 and ran into the garage, the sound of LeighAnne shouting his name barely registering in his stunned mind. All he knew was that he had to get out of there, away from them.
He didn't remember anything after leaving the house, he didn't know how he had gotten here, but he had looked up and he was parked outside the cabin. He must have driven for at least 2 days straight to get here, but he didn't remember any of it.
He got up slowly, and stumbled over to the drinks cabinet, pulling out another bottle of Whiskey. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, grimacing as the liquid burned down his throat. He had never been a big drinker before, and after AJ had left rehab he had drunk even less, not willing to drink in front of his friend.
Brian shivered in the cold air of the cabin, but he didn't care. The fire had long burnt itself out, yet he made no move to relight it. Instead he simply turned around and headed back to his seat by the window, and resumed staring out of the window.
3/4 of a bottle later, Brian was barely conscious as he watched a light that seemed to be dancing outside. It was swinging left and right, seeming to lift up to the sky and the drop to the ground, disappearing completely for a moment before reappearing a little closer. The light was a hazy yellow, and as it came closer split into two beams.
Brian slipped off of the window eat to the floor and into unconsciousness just as the sounds of an engine drew nearer, and a car became barely visible in the near blizzard outside.
