Unbearable

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Chase’s POV)

I fiddled with the keys before I finally got in the house. It was unusually silent. She’s watching her Opera or something by now. Something was up. I yelled. Sort of like a warning. If she was cheating, I give her and that nigga time to make that escape plan.  “Ayo baby! I’m home!” I called slowly making my way up the steps. “Woah, what the hell?” I said looking around our room. She was packing. “Yo what the hell is this? What are you doing?”

“I can’t do it anymore Chase!” She started forcing things in the suitcase. Some of them were mine. I wouldn’t dare mention it. No use in adding salt to the wound. “Can’t do what?” I finally asked. I didn’t show it but I grew more frantic. She always threatened to leave but this time it seemed serious. “This Chase! I can’t do this shit no more!”

“Baby calm down! Talk to me. Why are you doing this?”

“WHY? Ten years. I’ve been here holding you down for ten years Chase. Waiting. I forced myself to stay in hopes that you would wake up and realize I’m the one.”

“You are the one, what are you sayi—.”

“THEN WHY HAVEN’T YOU PROPOSED TO ME?” It killed me to watch her cry. It hurt me more knowing that I was the reason behind the salty tears. “I tried to be perfect Chase,” she continued. “I tried to be the perfect little housewife and show you that I could be the perfect mother. I was perfect for you Chase! “

“Is that what this is about, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what it’s about,” she scowled.

“Okay, you win. You want a ring? Fine. You want a 50 million dollar wedding? You got it. Kids? Baby we can stop all this drama and make love right now. Just…please… don’t leave” She zipped up her suitcase and carryon scoffing and crying. “Win?” she huffed. “I win? This isn’t a game Chase, this isn’t win or lose! And that’s fucking sad.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“This is what it takes Chase? For me to be less than five seconds out the door in order for you to commit and spend the rest of your life with me?” I exhaled. It was an exhale of annoyance and fear. I watched her continue to pack. I finally opened my mouth. “You know that’s not the case. I thought we were happy.” I’ll admit I was happy with her. Hell, some of my best moments in life happened with her. “You thought wrong Chase. I refuse to settle!”

“Baby, I’m begging here.” I took all my pride to get on my knees to her. “I’m begging don’t leave me. We can fix this baby, please.” I pleaded. She held her luggage in rolling position. She looked down on me. Man, I feel low as fucking hell. “Chase get up. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” she said with loose teary eyes. I stood up facing her. Holding her. Caressing her. Giving her a physical reason to stay. “Chase enough!” She shoved me off of her soft body and gave me this look. Broken. That’s what I read. “I love you Chase, but the fact of the matter is, I’ll never be good enough because my name isn’t Christina.” My heart stopped in that moment. She kissed my cheek but I couldn’t feel it. My heart wouldn’t allow me to feel. “Goodbye Chase.” I stood still watching her walk away from my peripheral vision. “Keisha.” I called. “Keisha don’t do this… Keisha!” I wanted to hurt. I wanted to cry. But I couldn’t. My heart wouldn’t let me feel the pain because ultimately there was none. I sat on the bed that was once ours, burying my face in my hands. Zzzz Zzzz! My phone vibrated. I looked at the screen displaying who was calling. “Speak,” I answered.

“Heeey Uncle Chase!”

“Hey Darryl sweetie, what’s up?” I heard TV in the background and a slight clashing sound. Had to be little Keith. “Nothing much, it’s just been a while since we talked. You don’t got time for your favorite niece anymore?”