Unbearable

Chapter 21

~Chapter 20~

(Vanessa's POV)

I was almost to say anything the entire car ride. Chase had this look. This crazy look in his eyes that I'd never seen before. We pulled up into his driveway and that's when my heart sank. He exhaled. I was worried for whatever could possibly come out of his mouth. He didn't even say anything. He just looked at me with total disappointment and an underlying of rage. He unlocked the doors and didn't hesitate to get out. I thought he would at least helped me carry my bags in. No. He just walked straight into the house and left the door open. I struggled carrying my emergency overnight bag in what was now "our" home. I slammed the house door behind me. Chase was out of sight. I heard clanging noises coming from the kitchen. I guess he needed to vent. I didn't want to piss him off more than what he already was. I went upstairs to the guest bedroom. I doubt he'd want me sleeping in his bed tonight. Not after this. I unpacked my bag and took a nice hot shower. I needed to figure out how I was gonna fix this. I NEEDED to fix this. I love Chase. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. I just made possibly the biggest and dumbest mistake back there with Kenny. I stepped out of the shower with my wet feet and wrapped my towel around my dripping body. I stepped into my hopefully temporary room and out on some comfortable pajamas. "Ow!" I screamed at the sharp pain that attacked my foot. "Ow!Ow!Ow!" I whined rapidly as hopped around on one leg. Not sure hopping around was gonna soothe my pain but it did for a little while. I looked down trying to find what practically bit me but it wasn't hard to find at all. It was Chase's ring. I picked it up and looked at it. Out of all the lowest moments I had in my life, this could possibly be the lowest. CLANG! CRASH! I jumped in fear of the loud noise. What the hell was that? "Chaaaase?" I called rushing downstairs. CRAAAASH! "Chase Andrews what the hell are you doing?!?!" I yelled again entering the kitchen. It reeked of alcohol. "Chauncey Eugene Andrews!" I watched him stumble around the kitchen pointing a shaky finger at me. "Heeeeey baybeh!" he slurred.

"Chase, you don't drink. What the hell do you think you're doing?

"Wha am I doing? Wha am IIII not doing Christinaaa? Huh? Wanna ansa that?!?! What. Am I. NOT. Doing?"

"Chase you have to stop this," I begged taking his bottle of Gin away and dumping it into the sink immediately.

"Stop wha? Stop lovin you Christina? Guess wha babe? I CAN'T! No matta wha I'ma always-- always love you and you use that to your advantage EVERY SINGLE TIME!"

"You stop it! Now be mindful that we are in the kitchen so if you say another ignorant ass thing out of your mouth I swear to God!"

'Wass that? Wass that huh--a threat? You threatenin me? Oh but you love Chase huh?" he laughed with the cockiest grin on this face.

"I wouldn't have come here if I don't love you asshole! I left my children with Kenneth to be here for you because had I not we would have been over and I don't know about you but I'm a fighter for love Chase!"

"Fighta for love? Ha, that's a new one for you. You're right though!" He began clapping as if I was receiving some award. "You're a fighta! Hell all you've ever done since we were kids was fight me! You fought my help! You fought my mother! You fought the fact that somebody might actually give a damn about you! AND YOU ALWAYS FOUGHT MY LOVE! Oh yeah, you a fighta baby. A pure Ali if I ever saw one."

Those words cut deep like a sword straight through my heart. Reality of it was. The drunk was right. Drunk man tells no tale, right? I did use Chase all these years and yes, I might have admitted to some of it, but that never made it right. If there was anyone who ever loved me with every inch of there soul it was Chase. Chase. I looked at him bent over the kitchen counter trying to catch his breath. "Chase. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me I--"

"Oh I'm sowwy! Oh please forgive me Chase! Oh I love you! It's not you its me! I don't know what's wrong with me! Soon when you forgive me I'll just stab you in the heart again! NO BIG DEAL RIGHT CHASE!"

"Okay, that's it!" I yelled.

 (Chase's POV)

"Okay, that's it!" she yelled angrily. Pop!

"Ahhh!" I yelled after she slapped me upside my head! "Wass wrong witchu?!?!" I yelled. Pop! I smacked her right back. The hell? She thought I wasn't gonna pop her ass back? 

"Don't hit me!" she yelled forcing a fist into my chest. I damn near fell over. "With yo drunk ass!"

"Not too drunk to do this!" I yelled before pushing her into the refrigerator.

SMACK! POP! WOOSH! BANG!

I was too faded for this mess! We were fighting! Actually fighting! Mr. & Mrs. Smith style! I had a few moves on me due to my martial art classes as a child and my LAPD training. I remember her telling me about her self defense classes that she got into. At this very moment none of it was important. I was tryin to save my own ass from her crazy self! She went for my neck with her foot with a high kick. She threw a punch at me that I caught sloppily. "Let my arm go bastard!" she yelled.

"Calm down!" I yelled shoving her into a corner.

"I will not! I will not calm down Chase you are just so--"

"Guess what!"

"WHAT?!" she yelled bucking at me while I had her arms restraint.

"I love it when you're angry. It's hot."

"Save it Chase! I know what you're doing! You started this argument and you're not gonna flip it all of a sudden! You are so--" My lips touched hers. I knew she was resisting. She banged her arms against the wall as much as she could under my grip. I was determined to put her in chill mode. Even if it meant sacrificing my body. That wasn't really a sacrifice though ;-)

"Chase," she whispered as her fists unballed.

"Hm?"

"I love you," she whispered wrapping her soft arms around my neck. I couldn't help but smell the scent of strawberries.

"I love you too," I said back. I wasn't sure if I was lying for the sake of her ears or not.

"I'm sorry Chase. Really, you know you're the only one for me. I jus--"

"Shhh,' I said placing my finger over soft pink lips. "Just make love to me," I demanded.

(Vanessa's POV)

I woke up the next morning in Chase's arms. I looked at his closed eyes. It was just amazing. Everything I was, everything I am, everything I want to be, all the things I need were laying right beside me. They were all in him. My Chase. His eyes slowly opened. I guess I was breathing on him too hard. "Good morning beautiful," he said with that raspy morning voice.

"Good morning," I barely whispered back.

"Mmm," he exhaled. "Why did you let me drink so much?"

"Why were you drinking at all Chase?" I teased. 

"Vanes--Christina. I love you."

"I love you too Chase, always, you know that."

"No really Christina. I love you and I was gonna do this yesterday but...well you know. But this is for you." He reached over to the nightstand pulled the draw out and took something out. Whatever it was it was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. I awaited for him to show me. He slowly took my left hand and revealed the beautiful rose shaped diamond ring. I almost screamed as he placed it on my finger! "Chase! So does this mean--?"

"Yes. I told you, I'd never leave you no matter what. I wanna get married as soon as possible. I need you to be Mrs. Andrews already!"

"Oh Chase!" I kissed him sweetly softly and suddenly...

GLUAH!

....vomit everywhere.