Deadly love | Chacha

Twin flame

                      ~Chapter 79~
                        Twin flame

Chases POV:
How did I deal with this. How did I ever deal with this. It's been so long I almost forgot Delilah is a perfectionist. I put a dish in the dishwasher, she yells at me because it wasn't 100% clean before I put it in. I put the clothes in the laundry but nope not good enough because I should've waited another day so we had a bigger load. I put some garbage in the trash can, oh no no. I can't do that. The garage is too full to take anymore stuff. I need to take out the garbage and then put the stuff in it.

I wouldn't blame her if she was like this because she had OCD. But she doesn't have OCD. She's just like this.

She's always been like this. I dealt with it. It was one of her flaws and I accepted it because I was in love. But now it feels unnecessary to deal with because I have an option to not deal with it.

I don't mean to be ungrateful. I'm very grateful that not only is she letting me stay here but she's letting me stay here for free. I appreciate it a lot.

But her habits annoy me a lot. I thought I wake up early but no. Not at all compared to her. She wakes up at 5AM every single morning and she makes sure to put her alarm clock at the highest volume. And no no no, the alarm doesn't go for a few seconds. It goes for 20 minutes straight just to make sure she wakes up.

She buys the groceries. The only coffee she buys is black. The only food she buys is green.

Okay I get that it's her house and she can do what she wants, but she's the one that said we should move in together and she's the one that said we share a life now. I feel like that means we should both have a say.

I was woken up my the loud alarm at- wow didn't think she could even get earlier. 4AM. What the fuck is she doing at 4AM??

I smashed my head into the couches pillow.

Shut up shut up

Yup. I sleep on the couch and yup, we have a guest room. But I'm not aloud to sleep in there. It's for the baby who isn't even born yet .

I'm just gonna get up.
I'm gonna get up early. It's impossible to sleep after this.

Delilah came into the room and she didn't even look tired

Chase: "I'm gonna grab some coffee"

The disgusting decaf coffee. But I guess disgusting coffee is a lot better then no coffee.

I began walking to the kitchen

Delilah: "we have no more. I decided to throw it out. Even decaf coffee could be bad for the baby."

Oh my fuck

Chase: "Delilah! The baby isn't gonna be effected if you have 1 coffee!"
Delilah: "don't yell at me??"

I'm just tired of it. It's exhausting!

Chase: "Stop doing all this shit so the baby will be healthy. It doesn't matter. It will come out the exact same!"

Doesn't matter if she goes on 4AM runs? Doesn't matter if she drinks coffee. Doesn't matter if she doesn't eat healthy. It doesn't matter!

Delilah: "Ohhh right! I should take advice from you, right?? The person who's baby fucking died!"

She didn't just...

Delilah: "let me guess! When you're pregnant girlfriend was drinking and doing coke, you stood by and said it wouldn't matter and the baby will come out the exact same??"

This is so fucked up. Could she not fucking bring that into this?! What the fuck.

Delilah: "Well news flash! It didn't come out the same! It came out dead! It fucking died and it's all your fault?! So if you think for one second I'm gonna let you tell me what to do, you're fucking crazy"