Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 29

Chresanto's POV

"I fucked up. I fucked up big time." I finally accepted that fact the I fucked up.

I laid in my room with all the curtains pulled up and let the city lights poor into the chilled vacancy.

Why can't I stop saying such rude things to her? I don't realize during the fight or argument or whatever it is we have, that my words have consequences in her eyes. She's not Vannessa, even if my family thinks she is, she isn't and I keep forgetting that. She won't take my short temper and harsh words for as long as Vannessa had. She won't stick around for the verbal abuse she'll get sick of me and my mouth. She'll go and find someone else, just like Vannessa.

I grabbed the keys to my apartment off of the nearby nightstand and start my way out of the room and down the hall. I consider taking the elevator but after standing there for a while waiting for it to open I loose my patients and take the flight of stairs just next it it.

I think to myself that if im quick now I'll probably catch her, New York cabs were always late to pick ups. My attempt to convince myself barely works but my integrity is intense and I push any disagreement within myself to the back of my mind. I finally make it down to the first floor after rushing down the staircase and almost breaking a body part on the way down.

I see her.

Just as I'm about to turn the corner I see her. There. I also see her reddened eyes and make sure to stop just before I was completely visible to her. She was evidently upset and kept her face low.

"He's an asshole, I can't even imaging someone wanting to hurt someone as beautiful as you." A deep voice spoke quickly breaking my concentration on her. I hadn't even noticed the lobby boy she was standing in front of while he was behind the counter. I took a deep breath and stopped myself from stepping out from around the corner and beating his face in just for breathing in her space.

She's smiles politely and I see her chest rise and fall as she inhales and exhales heavily. I keep my eyes on her, I physically can't look away. I dissect every little detail and perfection on her. Her chestnut brown eyes and her smooth dark skin. Her lips are a amber color with a touch of pink where the two meet and her neck is soft and gentle. I look back up to her eyes again and that's when I notice her staring right at me.

Hurt. Ashamed. Even if I should be the one ashamed.

"You know what I think I can just walk to the club." She quickly speaks barely audibly back.

"But the cab will--"

"It's fine." she said sharply, unintentionally though. I could tell. "I'm- I'm sorry but no thank you, I'll feel like I need to walk to clear my head bit anyway." She quickly left the room and situation she was in with me and basically ran out the front lobby doors. I chased after her but in the process and without thought or hesitation my hands grabbed onto the collar of the lobby boy.

I pull him to my face and look him square in his face displaying nothing but seriousness and anger. Hopefully my envy of Crystal speaking to him and running from doesn't reveal its self. "Don't you look, speak or think about her ever again. Do you understand me?"

He doesn't reply just looks at me like I'd grown another head, but with my patients having run out quick I just shoved him back letting the nearby wall catch him and knock the air out of him.

I rush out of the lobby and look in both directions for any signs of Crystal but exactly as I'd thought, she was no where visible.

I make my way back up to my loft and when I get there I can't help but grab the first thing I see and throw it against the wall. "Fuck!"

Here I am, I think to myself. Way out of my comfort zone over some bitch that can't even give me the chance to explain myself. Man fuck that she can go fuck herself I don't want her stripper ass anyway. She has no respect for herself so how can I expect her to respect me?

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Got a little rude at the end but you would have to be crazy not to see that Chres is a little bipolar when it comes to difficult situations but doesn't always mean what he says. I wonder how he got that way :o... He definitely says things to and about the ones he loves on impulse.