Sleeping Positions

3: Chase

Dedicated to @1Nikaeleen because I love her comments and the feedback that she gives (: 

Chapter 3: Chase 

     "Chase," a voice grumbled as I opened the door.

     I stumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I loosened my tie, slipped my shoes off, and hanged my coat. God, I'm tired. I just wanted to go to my room and rest. Shouldn't I sleep if I were tired? No, I have all the reason to stay up and watch her. 

     More pictures.

     Throughout the whole entire day all I have been receiving are pictures. All from the same person and all with the same subject: Sophia and another man. I could never tell who she was with because of the angle in which the pictures were taken. I think that made me frustrated more than anything. Was this the same guy that she was with before?

    "What are doing here?" I asked. "I told you to not wait up for me."

     "It didn't feel right going to bed without you," Sophia answered quietly.

   I didn't bother answering her as I walked away. I didn't even know how to respond to that statement. We were barely put into this situation: Sophia getting home before I do and staying up waiting for me. Then again, I barely came home this late. Even though she would usually get home before me, she would be busy doing her own thing. I didn't mean  to come home this late, but I had things to think about. It's not everyday that I get random messages showing me what Sophia is really up to. 

    Not phased my by silence, Sophia got up from her spot from the couch before following me. We went up the stairs slowly, lost in our own thoughts. Whilst I took a right at the top, she made a left. I needed to go to 'my' bathroom before I could go to bed. 

    After I took a quick shower, I went back downstairs to get a drink. Just being around her when she's like this get's me stressed out. I think I'll be needing something a little bit stronger than a can of beer though. I wasn't really in the mood for drinking a whole can. Besides, there's nothing like drinking straight whiskey from a flask. I only took a few swigs to get me slightly relaxed.

    When I was a bit mellowed out, I went back up stairs and headed straight to my room... our room. I regretted my choice though. I should have stayed at the guestroom downstairs. Right when I was just feeling dandy, my mood had to be crush.

    "Chase, are you drunk?" 

    If it was one thing that she absolutely hated it was whenever I came home drunk. I had one can of beer during work with a few of my co-workers after a stressful day. Then I probably had a couple shots before I came here. That wasn't enough to get me drunk.

   I watched her fiddle with the tips of her hair. What was going through her mind? I snorted, thinking for a moment that she actually cared about me. The thing is, Sophia doesn't care. I don't know if she did before, but the way things have been lately are making me second guess everything. I'm just somebody that she's with because she doesn't have anyone else. That's the sad truth. 

    "And if I am?" I couldn't help but hiss at her. "So what if I'm drunk?" I'm just asking for it, aren't I? There was no need to add any fuel to the fire, but we haven't talked in a while. If fighting is the only to get some sort of reaction from her, then I'll take it. 

  I watched her close her eyes and take a few deep breathes. She's preparing herself for the incoming fight and that just pissed me off even more. "Chase," she started, "it's midnight. You told me that you had overtime." 

    "Are you calling me a liar?" 

    "Are you a liar?" Sophia retorted quickly. 

    I rolled my eyes at her, taking one step closer to her. "I'm the liar in the relationship now? Really? I didn't know that. All this time I thought that you were. Look babe," I had to bend down a bit so that she could see my eyes, "I had one drink right after work. I'm not drunk. Do I look drunk to you?" My eyes flickered down to her neck when she gulped. That's right, she should be nervous. 

     "No," she mumbled, looking away. "But that still doesn't explain why you were out so late."

    "Why do you care?" I didn't mean to ask that, but it came tumbling out anyway. I waited for a while until she actually found an answer.

    "Because you're my..." Sophia trailed off. 

     "I'm your, what?"

     "You're my..." 

     "Dammit, Sophia. Just say it."

    "Boyfriend," she yelled, but I didn't miss that flash of hesitation in her voice. "Chase, you're my boyfriend! As your girlfriend, I should have the right to know where you are. People talk about us, Chase. Do you know what they gossip about? Do you think that I'm not oblivious to your current lifestyle."

   There it is. Two big white elephants in our bedroom are finally addressed. One, she confirmed our relationship. Two, she knows I've been seeing other people. I'm surprised that she actually acknowledged that we still have something going on. 

    "You're my girlfriend?" I asked. "I could've sworn that you're more of a roommate."

   "Chase," she warned. There she goes again, saying my name as if she's disappointed in me. I don't understand why she's the one disappointed in me when she was the one that made me this way.

    "What?" I snapped, running a hand through my hair. 

    "What's wrong with you?"

    "What's wrong with me," I snorted. "What's wrong with you? You should know for a fact that I was the one who didn't start this mess. You're the one who ruined everything between us." 

    "Chase." There she goes, saying my name again. "Stop it." 

     "Stop what?" 

    "This. Let's just go back to bed," Sophia sighed.

Giving up already? 

    "Sophia, don't you dare turn your back on me." I grabbed onto her shoulder to turn her around, but she just knocked my hand off. "I'm not done talking about this!"  

     "Don't touch me," she hissed. 

     "That's not a problem because I haven't even laid a finger on you in months."

     "And that's why you lay your fingers on other women," she grumbled. 

      I ignored what she said. There's no use in denying it. "It's funny how you tell me not to touch you. Is it because you already had your fun with another man?" 

     Sophia's snapped her head at me. "What are you talking about?"

     I looked at her disbelievingly. "Do you know what I really hate about our situation? I'm the one that always seems like the bad guy, Sophia. People think that you're some saint, but that's bullshit. You're the one who started this all! You're the one who left me first!"

     "You don't have to keep reminding me," Sophia cried. "I made a mistake. One mistake." 

     "And that mistake was coming back to me." 

Author's Note: 

First off, I just want to say thanks for those who comment and vote. I love seeing feedback because it makes me update faster. It gives me the drive to actual write, you know? (: So I hope you keep it all up!

    Ooo some tension going on. You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. I'm kind of foreshadowing a few things and putting hints to what caused this whole rift between them. It's odd writing in a first p.o.v. but I find it necessary. I know for a fact that they'll be the weaker chapters in this story, but I'm working on it. I think it's just difficult setting the right kind of tone for this type of story. A first point of view just makes things more colloquial and not as intense. But I guess you can feel some intensity that's going on. 

I'll probably update sometime next week. Speaking of next week, my birthday is coming up! July 22! 

Vote. Comment. Ask questions. Fan.