Hated love

35: The Wrong Words

Chase Creed

She pushed me away. I couldn't believe it. I had gotten discharged this morning. I walked in the house to her screaming, that's a mental scar I'll never forget. What was she dreaming about anyway? I was curious, but I couldn't find out what it was, with her pushing me away.

I stood outside the door, listening to the shower run. I waited to her the water go faint before I walked in the room. I stood staring at her, I was heartbroken, my girlfriend screamed at me, for fuck knows what reason.

I got undressed and decided to join her in the shower. I knew she couldn't leave if I was blocking the exit, plus she was already fully naked, where could she run?

I open the door quickly and quietly, before I head in the shower. She was facing her back towards me, which gave me the advantage of walking in without attracting her attention immediately.

I open the door and she gasps moving back quickly. Her eyes were closed and I pull her close to me, "no...no stop" I hear her muffled saying as I shove her head in my chest. "Why are you pushing me away, baby?" I ask lifting her head up to look at me.

"I-I" she stutters, taking in the fact that I have been discharged, she looks at me like I'm a fucking alien though, I wonder why.

"Listen" I tell her, placing a wet hand on her cheek, "I love you so fucking much, and whether you shoot me or whatever, that will never change" I look at her deep into her eyes. Oh my god, them eyes, her huge, beautiful, fucking brown eyes, I love them.

"Tell me!" I said firmly, grabbing her head to face me.

"Which one?" She asks, looking scared.

I take a deep breath and sigh, "why didn't you visit me?" I ask, looking up and then at her. "Be- because I thought you hated me" she chokes out in sobs, placing her head on my chest.

"What?" I ask in total confusion, I take a step back in shock, "why the fuck would you think that?"

"Because, you were in hospital and- and you took a bullet for me, I- I wasn't worth it" she tells me, wiping her tears away.

"No, no, hey, no, I- I told you, it's not your fault, baby" I explain to her, lifting her head up to look at me.

"What about you dream, is that why you pushed me away?" I ask, I didn't want to put her on the spot, or pry, but I wanted to know. "I had a dre- a nightmare, that you beat the fuck out of me, because I put you in hospital" she says. What? Damn, the shit hurt.

"No, no, I would never do that" I tell her, I instantly feel bad for everything. "I'm sorry you felt like that" I tell her, pulling her into me, I kiss her head gently. "Do you forgive me?" I ask, smirking at her.

She nods gently. "So..." I trail off, leaning down to kiss her. She pulls me in, hungrily. I push her against the wall, she wraps her legs around my waist as I pick her up, my hands placed under her ass.

I fit myself nicely inside her, as she moans out loudly, she tucks her head neatly into the crook of my neck and pulls hard onto my hair. I thrust into her hardly. I continued this a couple of times before backing away and letting her go.

She doesn't let me go, she pulls me in further, which I didn't think was possible. "Do you want me to forgive you? Fuck me harder!" She tells me loudly. I smirk at her and continue to thrust into her hard.

"Harder!" She moans out, I push into her just the way she likes it, "harder!" She cries out, until I stop and look at her, I place my forehead on hers, we are both heavily breathing. "How hard do you want it?" I ask her.

She smiles and bites her bottom lip, which was such a fucking turn on. "I don't know, maybe put your lips on a different place?" She asks, trailing her fingers over my biceps.

I drop her gently and go lower and eat out her pussy, she moans out in pleasure, "Chase... Oh my god" she squeals out. I slip my tongue inside her, as she pulls on my hair, her soft hands tug on it. "Mmmm" she moans, gently.

I roll my tongue over the delicious dessert I just finished before I return to my stance and kiss her. I smile at her, "I'm done" she says, and I lead her out of the shower.

*

I lay on the bed and pat the bed in urge to tell her to join me. She climbs on top of me, her wet hair falls on to my chest. "Can I ask you a question?" She says, drawing circles on my tattooed chest. "Mmmm" I hum. "How- how many girls did you fuck?" She asks, and I instantly get pissed.

"What?!" I ask sitting up, she quickly gets off my chest and sits on her knees.

"Why the fuck would you say that?!" I ask furiously.

"I- I just thought- fucking thought what?!" I shout at her, cutting her off, getting up off the bed. I was blind with rage, what kind of person asks how many people they fucked in past. It was out of line, "just because I've spoken to girls in past what makes you think I've fucked them?" I ask her.

Her mouth opens and closes like a fucking goldfish, no words escaped. "WELL?!" I shout at her and she moves back, scared as fuck. "I- I'm sorry" she whispers.

"Sorry! Sorry isn't fucking good enough!" I tell her lowering my voice. "The fuck is wrong with you?!" I ask looking at her. She was about to cry and cry hard, but she needed to think before she speaks.

I take a deep breath and rub my jaw, "why would you ask that?" I say to her. Her breathing becomes shaky and her hands were shaking. "I didn't think and I am so so so sorry" she says louder, she stands up, she walks towards me and I move back.

"No, no, no" I say moving away from her, heading towards the door, "Chase, no, please, don't go" she sobs out, I walk out the door and slam it on my way. I hear her drop to the floor and cry her eyes out, she constantly said my name, telling me to come back.

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Damn, just when they made up, everything went downhill

But truthfully if a guy asked me that, I would be pissed off as well

That's bang out of order.