What Goes Around, Comes Around

Chapter 11- What Goes Around, Comes Around

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It's a given and that's the secret.

Blaze

"My only question is who the fuck let her think I was dead for so long?" I snapped as we all sat around the living room. I was trying to keep my voice down because I knew my kids were upstairs sleep and I didn't want to wake them.

Ever since I've came home an hour ago, my wife has been glued to my side. Where I go, she goes, and I have no problem with it. It took me the longest to calm her down and assure her that I wasn't a ghost, and that it was actually me.

"I had no idea," Trey told me as he sat opposite of us. I was leaned back on the couch with my injured leg propped up on the recliner as Mookie laid across my lap.

In the accident I came out with: a broken leg, stitches here and there from where the glass pierced my skin, a sprained wrist, broken ribs, a concussion and a list of other complicated shit. I was in pain but hey, at least I was alive.

"Yeah, we know you didn't. But Chad you fucking new Blaze wasn't dead so why the hell didn't you say anything to her?" Jermaine asked folding his arms as we all turned our attention towards him.

"I read the article and didn't know what to think-"

"When Mike called you, he told you we were handling business and to wait here with them. The whole fucking purpose of you coming here was to make sure she was okay. If your ass was smart then you would've known that I had the article put out!" I snapped at him. "I would of never had it released if I'd known she'd read it without knowing the truth."

"Mike never told me anything to make me know for sure!"

"Common fucking sense! If Blaze died don't you think a war would have started by now? I'm dumb as hell and even I would have known what to do, geez," Jermaine added and I shook my head, pulling my wife closer to my side.

"After she went upstairs to talk to Adrianna it was too late, there was nothing I could have told her to make her feel better," he tried to defend himself but none of us were having it.

"Before I went to her I asked you if you had heard anything, and you told me no," Monique spoke softly grabbing our attention. Her voice was quiet and a little hoarse from how hard she's been crying and I hated it. If I would have known she was home thinking I wasn't alive, I would of came home right away.

"Because I didn't-"

"What time was that, sweetheart?" my Dad asked her and I watched her facial expression change as she tried to think.

"Almost three, I think."

"I called you at fucking midnight Chad, your ass knew," Mike hissed from his seat and I narrowed my eyes.

"What fucking sick game are you trying to play? You're really pushing my damn buttons, because none of the other guys would of had my wife crying around thinking I was dead while not trying to fucking do something about it!" I exclaimed leaning forward trying to get out of my seat. Instantly she popped her head up and grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Blaze, I'm sorry! I panicked, I wasn't thinking."

"So you mean to tell me my damn child thinks I'm dead too?" I asked and he kept quiet. "Get the fuck out of my house, now."

"I know you're mad but it was an honest mistake, Blaze-"

"He shouldn't have to repeat himself, get the hell out while you still have legs to do so," Jermaine threatened, and with one last look around Chad left my house like demanded.