It's Not That Easy.

Chapter 25

Justin's POV

My heartbeat increased and the adrenaline rush was making me more agitated. With my seatbelt buckled in tightly, I continued to chase Melanie in the deserted freeway. She was insane. She was psychotic for doing this. Not only was she making a big deal over something so little in the middle of the night, but she had the audacity to wake up our daughter, carried her into the car, and drove off like a fucking mad man.

She's crazy and stupid.

My frustration level was just rising as I continued to chase her. I wasn't only scared for Melanie because she's pregnant, but also for Alana. My innocent, little angel was in that car right now with a hormonal pregnant woman who wasn't in the right state of mind to be driving, especially this late at night. I slammed the palm of my hand against the dashboard out of anger when she drove faster, if that was even possible.

I'm surprised there weren't any cops out but I'm a little thankful they weren't because with this situation, Melanie and I would've been arrested for sure. I followed her out of the freeway and it didn't take us long to reach our house. Melanie was the first to get there and I was about to park my car correctly until I saw her carry out Alana. The sight of her drove me even more furious when I saw her crying hysterically.

I huffed and looked at them in disbelief. I practically broke the brakes of my car when I stomped on the peddle in the middle of the street. I shot out of the car and I was raging in anger as I ran towards the house. This whole thing was just out of control. Everything was happening so fast.

The door was slammed before I could get inside and I punched the door. The stress and frustration was just eating me. I yelled out a few curse words to myself and at Melanie as I heard Alana's muffled cries from inside while I struggled to take out my house keys. Once they were out, I unlocked the door, almost ready to pounce in. I yanked the door open and saw Melanie trying to calm Alana.

I gave her no chance to speak. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed. This must have been the loudest I have ever yelled in front of my family. Especially Alana. I looked down and for a second, my eyes softened at my daughter in pure guilt and sadness but my eyes snapped back up to Melanie. I could feel the blood rushing up to my head and I clenched my jaw. The only emotion I felt was anger. I've never been this mad at her. Maybe it was because it was so late at night. Or I was just tired. Or I had every right to act like this because she was being a crazy bitch. I grabbed Alana and took her in my arms. She sobbed in my shoulder and I stared at Melanie. I couldn't believe she did this. "Are you fucking serious Melanie? Are you serious?" I snapped.

She shook her head. "Please Jus--"

I cut her off. Not wanting to hear any of her pathetic pleads.

"Look what you did!" I yelled. "You just caused a whole lot of trouble over nothing!" She backed away when I took a step forward.

"Justin." She breathed out and closed her eyes.

"What'd you do to her? Why is she crying?" I questioned but my voice never went down the slightest. I swear, if she did something stupid to my daughter, it's all over. Melanie simply looked at me with her back hunched over as she held onto the chair. I looked at her weirdly for a split second but I had enough of her little act. "Answer me!" I heard my voice echo all over the house.

She didn't say anything. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were swollen from crying. Her tears continued to flow down her face but I was so done. We've both had a share of stupid mistakes but this one was just out of hand. This was completely unnecessary and I wasn't buying any of her pathetic tears. Not this time.

Alana's sobs were calming down but her grip around me tightened. She was scared. "I'm taking her with me. You're obviously not in the right state of mind to have her right now." I spat at Melanie.