Page 2 of Let Me Show You

I pretended to be supportive since she seemed so happy. When they announced they were expecting, I drank for a solid week.

Gabe was living my dream life with my dream woman, and I had to accept it.

I drive downtown and spot his truck parked in front of the Main Street Pub. He’s bold to show up there with another chick, but Gabe’s been known to be a royal dumbass. Honestly, I don’t understand why Katie puts up with it, but I won’t watch him make a fool of her in front of half the town.

As soon as I enter, I spot a blonde hanging all over him. They’re seated at a bar top table covered with empty bottles and shot glasses. He holds a pool stick in one hand, and his other arm is wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Gabe.” I step toward him and glare. “It’s time to go home. C’mon, I’ll drive you.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“I’m talkin’ about your pregnant wife who’s at home. She’s having Braxton Hicks, and there’s no reason you should be here.” I direct my eyes to the woman who doesn’t seem fazed in the least that Gabe’s married. Though I have no idea who she is, it’s obvious they’re more than just friends.

“My wife is none of your damn business. She’s fine.”

I cross my arms over my chest, my blood boiling at what a piece of shit he is.

“You don’t deserve her,” I spit.

“What’d you say to me?” He stands, wobbly on his feet, then throws the stick down.

“You heard me.”

“Yeah, and I see the way you look at her. Better back the fuck off, Noah.”

“Alright, time to go. C’mon,” I say, reaching out to grab his arm, but he yanks it away.

There are several eyes on us, including his date’s.

“You should be ashamed.” I glance at her before shifting back to Gabe. “And you should be too. Katie’s gonna leave you when I tell her you’re sleeping around.”

The corner of his lips tilts up in a devilish smirk as he steps toward me. “I can promise you that she ain’t going nowhere. She’ll be six feet under before I allow that to happen.”

I blink hard. What the hell did he just say?

There’s no point in trying to reason with him, so I shake my head and turn around. Before I can walk away, Gabe grabs my jacket and pulls me back.

I spin until he drops his grip. “Get off me.”

“Make me.” He pushes my chest, and I stumble back into a couple of chairs. “You aren’t going anywhere until we’re done.”

“Trust me, we’re done. You’re not worth it.”

“Because you’re a sissy who can’t fight. You let me date Katie when you wanted her. You let me propose to her and then knock her up while you stood there like a pussy.” He barks out a laugh, and I'm shocked. He knew how I felt, then asked her out anyway. Bastard.

I see red when he charges at me again. “Couldn’t man up to date her, and you can’t man up now.”

His laughter has me seething, and I push him back. “Get outta my face. I’m leaving.”

Before I can walk away, he sucker punches me in the stomach, and I bend over, trying to catch my breath. Someone yells at us to take it outside, and his blond bimbo girlfriend laughs.

Just when I can see straight again, Gabe attempts another hit, but I move before his fist connects. He’s unsteady on his feet and clearly wasted but unfazed. He's a pro at drinking after work and on the weekends, and it’s quickly become his favorite pastime. It wasn’t always that way, but after the wedding, he changed.

“Get outta here, now!” the bartender shouts. Gabe turns toward him, and I take the opportunity to swing my fist. I deck him in the face and watch as he trips over his feet on his way down. His head smacks the ground so damn hard I swear I hear it crack. The room grows silent as we wait for him to move, but he doesn’t. He’s out cold.

“Shit.” I bend down and see his eyes are closed. “Gabe, can you hear me?”

His girlfriend screams, and a couple of other guys crowd around me.