Unchained Heart

Chapter 15

The room felt dangerously awkward as Andre and I couldn't wrap our minds around how we left Chanhassen to get away from Prince only for him to be sitting out front with my mom and standing right in front of her. Moreover since when in the absolute hell did my mother ever bake anything for this fool except for on his 17th birthday? Something just isn't adding up. As he gave me a faint smile I was getting more and more annoyed with the thousands of questions swirling around in my head. I had forgotten my mom was even in the room what I just starting screaming obscenities at the man to dropped my heart in a compactor and laughed as it was squeezed to death. The more I looked at his face the more pissed off and aggravated I became.

  "You short disrespectful cheating no good dogged face motherfucker! What the fuck are you doing in my house and with my mother? I don't want you here!"

  "Regan Michelle Jenson!" My mom hollered at me angrily.

  "Sorry mama but he's no longer welcome here! I hate him!" I shouted as I stared him down.

I wanted him to combust in front of me from the burn of my anger seeping through my body.

  "What is going on with you!?!?! That is no way to treat the man you love and who is willing to love you back!" My mom retorted.

  "No mama! You don't tell someone you love them and fuck the next bitch in line waiting for her big break! That's what he did! He fucking makes me sicker than I already am. If I wasn't gonna die soon he probably would have killed me by now!"

My mom turned to Prince and then looked at Andre.

  "So I guess now sleeping with his best friend justifies your actions? That was not at all how I raised you!"

  "Mama me and Andre aren't  and we're never sleeping together! Who told you-. JEALOUS BITCH!!!"

I took off full speed and charged for Prince with now a closed fist and with all the power in me I swung and punched him right square in the mouth. I hit him so hard that I think when I landed the punch I cracked a few of my knuckles on contact. After that punch followed another one to the body which landed in his stomach doubling him over which gave me the chance to but my black belt training to good use. Up came my right knee to his forehead and that was the hit that caused him to fall to the floor writhing in pain. Andre finally pulled me off and I must have blacked out because I never heard the sound of my mom screaming at me to stop until I felt Andre snatched me off the floor in his strong arms.

  "REGAN! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU????" My mom shouted at me with tears streaming down her face.

  "I HATE HIM! I DONT WANT HIM HERE! I HATE YOU PRINCE! IM GLAD IM DYING BECAUSE YOU'VE ALREADY KILLED ME INSIDE! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Andre squeezed me tighter trying to calm me down but I was too busy shouting and kicking that nothing was working. My mom had a looked of fear on her face that I noticed was a look that she only gave her patients at the hospital when she noticed something slightly off.

  "Regan! Stop it! Your nose is bleeding!" I heard her say.

Andre put me down and I placed two fingers and the end of my nostrils to confirm that she was right. The stress of Prince being a dick cause me to worsen my health by letting it get to me.

  "Sweetheart you need a doctor." My mom said worried as she ran for the kitchen phone.

  "No Ma! Don't! I'm fine!" I said as pulled a few tissues from the side table.

  "Regan please you might have done something to make it worse. Please go to the doctor? Please?" Andre pleaded.

  "No I'm fine really I just.....I shouldn't have went that far."

I looked over at Prince who was still laying on the floor in the fetal position in pain groaning. The front door opened and Mr. john walked in frantically.

  "What's going on? I heard screaming and-. Prince! Why are you down on the floor son?" He asked his punk son.

Prince slowly sat up and wrapped his arm around his stomach. He was making the attempt to stand but he felt like it was too soon to try so he sat up and leaned against the chair out of breath and wiping the blood from his lip.

  "Mouse what happened?" Mr. John asked me.

  "I beat the shit out of him. That's what happened. He can fill you in on why what I did was warranted." I chided sitting on the couch with Andre helping me.

My mom came back with a freezer bag full of ice and a red checkered dish towel. She wrapped the towel around the bag and handed it to me.

  "Here. Lie back and place this on your chest. It's not good for you to work yourself up like that. Don't ever do that again. You know that you have cancer. A rare kind that top doctors aren't even sure what it could do to your body during moments of stress. You heard them say that-"

  "Ma! Stop! Please? I'm fine." I told her as she kneeled down next to Prince to check on him.

  "Skippy are you alright?" She asked him softly checking his lip.

  "Yes ma'am. I'm fine." He groaned as he finally found the strength to at least get up from the floor and sit in the chair.

With a little assistance his dad held the chair  to keep it steady and him from passing out from the possible concussion I gave him after taking a knee to the face.

  "Prince! What's going on with you two?" His dad asked him still standing behind the chair."

  "Yeah bitch! What's going on with us?" I snapped.

  "Regan!" My mom snapped.

Prince let out a sigh as he slumped back in the chair.

  "It's complicated pop." He said in a weak and soft tone.

  "What's so complicated about it Skipper?" His asked dad again.

I crossed my arms as I laid on the couch and waited for him to give another short answer.

  "Can't wait to hear this one." I scoffed under my breath.

  "Regan shhhhhh." I heard Andre say as he tapped my shin to catch my attention.

  "Dad you wouldn't understand. Everything has been crazy lately. I'm stressed. That's all."

It took everything in me not to jump up off the couch and beat the hell out of him with the bag of ice I was using.

  "Well then since we're all here let's just talk about how complicated it is. I don't have to be at the hospital until tomorrow night. Maybe we can all calmly work things out."

My mom wasn't ready for round two of me and Prince in the living room which was pretty much a one sided fight because he didn't swing back.

  "Great." I scoffed.

  "You two are going to settle this tonight and no one is leaving until this is over with!"

I guess for my mom's sake I should at least try to hash things out. Notice I used the word TRY.