Chapa's Phone Home
Chapa:"And you should have told me you had my phone!"
Bose:"I know."
Chapa:"Ray's basically a child but I expect more from you!"
Bose:"I know."
Ray:(Offended at being called a "Child")"Hey!"
Miles makes a "Well..." face.
Chapa:"I thought we were friends!"
Bose:(Cringing at Chapa saying "Friends")"We are!"
Chapa:"Well then why didn't you tell me?!" Chapa asked, expressing every emotion she had inside, wanting Bose to know just how much he'd hurt her.
Bose:"I was scared!"
Chapa:(About to cry)"Because you should be!" There was obvious hurt in her voice. All Chapa feels is anger and rage! Chapa feels pain. So much pain. Chapa's so hurt. Chapa's so angry. Chapa is so upset. Sadness mixing with anger creating a disastrous drink causing her throat to burn like hell. The burning sensation in her throat was getting hard to ignore. She tries fight it off but it's no use. Tears that have been brimming in her eyes finally break free dropping down her cheeks as her lip quivers. Tears blur her vision.
Bose stood there distraught. He couldn't stand seeing Chapa hurt. He slowly reaches a hand out.
Bose:(Softly)"Chapa..."
Chapa angrily slaps his hand away making Bose step back like a dog just tried to bite him when he tried to pet it.
Chapa seething in anger seized hold of Bose's purple shirt collar, shaking him hard her eyes furious with hurt.
Chapa:(Angrily crying)"How could you do this to me, Bose?! After everything I've done for you?!" Chapa asked between choked up sobs. Salty tears trickled down Chapa's flushed cheeks and quivering chin.
Bose frowned. He hated that he hurt Chapa. He never wanted to. But he did.
Bose's brown eyes were unflinching as they locked with Chapa's tearful narrowed brown ones.
Bose:"Chapa...I know I should have told you; I didn't think you'd be this angry."
Chapa:"Angry?" Chapa exclaims. Tears are continuously streaming down her face.
Chapa:"I'm a lot more than angry, Bose." She didn't let go of him yet, her temper having not quite calmed yet. She takes a deep breath.
Chapa:"It hurt me." A tear finds it's way from her eye and rolls down her cheek.
Bose:"I know." Bose whispers. Chapa sees how much it makes him suffer to see her cry and her heart starts to soften.
Bose:"I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never intentionally hurt you. You should know that."
Chapa releases Bose's purple shirt collar, her hands now resting lightly against his shirt as he reaches up to wipe her cheek.
Bose:"I should have told you I had your phone." He confesses, a look of devastation covering his face.
Bose:"I'm so sorry, Chapa." Bose's voice became hoarse and strained. An overwhelming desperation stirred within his chest.
Bose:"Please, please don't stay mad. I can't stand seeing you so upset."
Bose:"I never want to see you upset, Chapa." He tells her, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes full of sincerity.
Bose:"I won't let anything hurt you."
