Unexpected you

Chapter 18

I'm pressing the off button on Sofie's night lamp when suddenly, I hear Shawn yelling just outside of my bedroom door. Cheyenne! What the fuck! Why is the door locked? When I open the door, I find a stoned Shawn standing in front of me, bloodshot eyes and reeking of weed and alcohol. What are you doing here Shawn? It's late! I say as I close the door behind me. I just—I want to see my little girl. Let me in! He slurs. I told you before that you can't show up unannounced. Especially at this time, Shawn. Why can't I see my daughter? He asks as he clumsily tries to turn the doorknob and push me away. But of course—he's so fucking wasted that he just falls against the door. The big deal is that you're wasted, Shawn! I grab him by the shirt to keep him from falling against the door again, and he takes it as an opportunity to grab on to me and try to kiss me. STOP! I yell as I push him off of me. Shawn, Sofie is asleep and you're going to wake her. Please go! I plead and pray that he obliges.

If Shawn had been more involved in Sofie's life, he would have known that seven thirty was her bedtime. Just a few minutes Cheyenne—and then I'll leave. I promise. Shawn slurs. In this moment, I have every intention of calling the cops because I don't want him thinking he could just show up to my apartment whenever he pleases, but I decide to let him into the bedroom instead. It's because of his current tantrums. They are way too loud and I don't want him to wake up my baby girl. Alright Shawn, I'll give you a few minutes, but do not wake her! And in the future, I ask that you not come back here unless I say it's okay. He's looking at me with dilated eyes and I can tell that he isn't listening to a single word I say. Honestly, I don't know why I waste my time trying to explain things to this impossible and selfish prick. He doesn't care.

We should check up on Shawn. Elaina turns to face me and suggests. He's been in there for the past ten minutes, Cheyenne. I know—I've been watching the time. I responded. You're being way to nice Chy, and how could you be so sure that he isnt going through your belongings? I think about her question. Shawn really is capable of such a thing, and no one knows this more than me. So without further thought, I quickly jump off of the couch and rush towards my bedroom. When I open the door, I'm annoyed to find a sleeping Shawn sprawled out on my bed. Now what am I going to do? I turned to Elaina and asked. Wake his ass up and tell him to leave! She firmly says and walks away. She's annoyed by all of this and I'm positive that she's going to talk to me about it tomorrow. I walk up to my bed, slightly bend down and begin to shake Shawn. Wake up! I say in a low tone and he slightly opens his eyes. He reaches up with one arm, wrapping it around my neck and says. Come lay with me. His grip is quite strong considering the state he's in, and my strength isn't enough to remove his hands from my neck. I should have sent him away or called the cops, but I'm a stupid fool who seems to constantly make mistakes when it comes to this idiot, and now I'm stuck here dealing with his bullshit. Fucking hell! I thought these days were over!

It's been five minutes since Shawn put his hands on me, and no matter how hard I try, I haven't been able to remove his grip from my shirt. ELAINA! I finally yell out, and look towards the door. To my surprise, she's already standing there along with Tony and Lucas. Oh great! I had completely forgotten that Lucas had mentioned the possibility of stopping by tonight. You know... to hang out as friends. Well this is just perfect, what else could go wrong this evening. Tony makes his way inside of the bedroom and lifts Shawn off of the bed. C'mon bro, I'll take you home. Thank God I have people around me that are quick and willing to help. I sigh in relief. Five minutes later, Tony and Lucas are placing Shawn inside of Elaina's car when I hear Shawn speak to Lucas. Long time no see Lucas. He slurs. What are you doing here? Lucas looks back at me then turns to face Shawn. Just hanging with Tony. Now c'mon... let's get you home. Damn! That was quite nerve wracking, I must admit.

Tony and Lucas leave to take Shawn home but return pretty quickly. I'm pleased to see that Lucas has chosen to hang out with us despite what just happened. I could use a distraction, and a couple hours of fun with my old and new friends will definitely help. Because I need to clear my head from Shawn and his ridiculous behavior. It's a small group tonight, just the four of us, and we spend the rest of the evening talking about basketball, neighborhood drama and things we'd like to do. I don't sense any tension between Lucas and I, and I am so grateful for that. We really do need to move on from our..... well this back and forth we keep having before it gets messy. And I'd say that this time together is a good opportunity for us to start the process of just being friends.