𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 18+

26: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Chase's POV

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I muttered under my breath repeatedly as I paced back in forth in our bedroom. My eyes kept looking at my shaky hands and then the broken mirror in our closet. I couldn't believe what I had done, what I had done to the person I was supposed to love and protect.

I ran my hands through my hair, yanking at the roots. "Oh fuck! What did I do! What did I do?!" I shouted, anger surging throughout my body as I shoved the clutter on our dresser onto the floor. Some of the glass photos broke, along with a picture.

I couldn't help but cry out as realization hit me and hit me hard.

I blacked out on Adaline.

I lost control of my anger and blackout. I hurt her on autopilot and couldn't pull myself back to reality before it was too late. The broken mirror and glass shards in my bruised and bleeding knuckles proved it, along with the stab to my side. Fuck.

I looked down at the small picture on the ground that had been shatter in my fit of rage. The photo was of me and Adaline at graduation. She was grinning so widely, radiating that bright, optimistic personality of her'. My arm was wrapped around her waist with our diplomas in hand. Along with my paper copy of my football scholarship.

"No, no, no," I muttered to myself as I tried to put the photo back together. I threw the picture on the ground and scrambled to the messy bed. The covered were tangled and twisted, a pool of my blood in a patch on the bed. I flung the covers of our bed off the mattress trying to find my phone. Finally finding it, my shaky hands click on Adaline's contact and I call her.

The phone ringing made me extremely anxious, my heart pumped quickly in my chest as it rang over and rang again.

"Hi this is Adaline-Rose, I'm sorry I missed your call! If you just leave your name and number, I'll try to return your call as soon as I can! Bye!"

Voicemail.

I sniffled out a breath as I adjusted my phone to my ear. "Hey Addy baby, I-I know what I did yesterday was scary and-and I hurt you badly. I understand that. But I need you to come back, okay? I-I blacked out and I-I was angry. I didn't mean to hurt you — I'd never hurt you purposely. You mean everything to me. What I said last night was out of rage and ignorance, I love you, baby. I love you! Please! Please come home!" My voice cracked slightly as I let out a shaky sob.

I sat there on the bed with my heart beating out chest as I continued to dial her number over and over, hearing the same voicemail and leaving tons of voice messages.

I finally got her to pick up — except it wasn't her. The deep voice from the other side wasn't hers. It belonged to a man — a man that I hated with all my heart. The man that ruined everything for me and Adaline.

"Stop calling her fucking phone or I'll blow your goddamn head off."

All my blood in my body turned hot just as my sadness turned to anger. My head was pounding just like my heart, My whole body was boiling. "You."

"Fucker," He ground out. "You have some fucking nerve to call her phone. You fucking hurt her. I trusted you with her..."

"But yet you're in love with her." I spat venomously.

"But I let her go, even though I shouldn't have. I let her move on with her life without me and look what happened. You hurt her."

His sharp tone cut me harshly. I knew I hurt Adaline, but it wasn't on purpose. I wasn't even in control of my body. I was upset because I had found out from my fiancee's therapist that she was in love with another man. She wanted his kids. Something I was dying for, she knew I was so set on starting a family.