God Dammit: The Snake and the Fox

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen:

"Sophi, why won't you just talk to him?" Chelsea said, sighing and dropping the last box into the trash.

I shot her a glare, "Chels he not only tried to tell me what to do but he accused me of seeking attention from another guy. He has lost his mind."

I wiped my hands off on my shirt and headed back into the the shop. Snake and I hadn't spoken in three days. It fucking sucked, but I was still pissed.

On the other hand I won't lie, I thought he cared. If he cared wouldn't he have talked to me by now? Try to make it up in some way?

"Sophi!"

I looked up from the magazine I was reading and saw Cry walking through the door.

"Hey Cry," I said with a weak smile.

"Sophi, I'm am so SICK of this. You miss him, he misses you. Will you BOTH stop being stubborn and just make up already?" Cry said, slamming his hands on the counter.

"Stop making a scene," I hissed.

Cry just rolled his eyes, "I really don't care. Snake has been moping around that damn house for three effing days. All he does is get up, have a cigarette and maybe a beer. Whenever I talk to him be just mumbles. He hasn't showered. IT STINKS!"

"Yeah yeah," I said, crossing my arms, "if he cared so much then why isn't he here? Why has he not contacted me?"

"Because he feels like he doesn't deserve you. He knows what he did was wrong. But he thinks he doesn't deserve a second chance."

I sighed, "Cry this isn't really the place to discuss this. I have to go back to work."

I stepped out from behind the desk and went to help a customer.

Snake's POV:

I shuffled out of the bathroom and back to my bedroom. I can't believe I had lied to Sophi.

I didn't want to be in my house. Everything there reminded me of her. I climbed back into my bed. Looking over at Sophi's side I saw the half pack of cigarettes she had left here. I sighed.

We had only been together for a month but we had gotten so close in that month. I had become attached to her. She was my other half and I had messed it up. Like always.

But I didn't deserve her. And I didn't deserve to ask for her forgiveness. She was right to be mad at me. I shouldn't have accused her and I shouldn't have asks her to do something. I didn't have control over that.

"Snake!" I heard Cry yell up the stairs.

I groaned and rolled over on my stomach, shoving my face into the pillows. I could hear him coming up the stairs.

"Well it's nice to see you took a shower," he said coming into the room. I just groaned at him in response.

"Snake, get out of bed. Come on."

I felt him hit my leg. I kicked at him.

"Leave me alone," I snapped, "I don't feel like doing anything."

"Snake, this is stupid as hell. Come on, I went to see Sophi. Don't you want to know how she's doing?"

I picked my head up slightly and peeked over at him.

"Don't tease me," I said.

He shook his head, "I'm serious. I went to see her at Milton's."

I laid there for a minute before slowly rolling out of bed. I followed Cry downstairs, grabbing Sophi's cigarettes on the way.