Fearless part 2

Chapter 6

Jc's POV

Darkness. There was nothing but darkness. I don't know where I am but it's cold, dark, and stiff.

Is that water? Is it raining?

"OH MY GOD!" I sit up in a panic. I am drenched in water and I look at my surroundings.

It's painfully bright now. My head aches from the sudden brightness. My eyes take a second to adjust and I realize that I'm in a kitchen. Was I sleeping on tile? Who's kitchen it this? I turn around and see her standing above me with an empty pitcher in her hands.

Well, that explains that water. She's gorgeous. She looks so beautiful. She looks even better than I remember. God, I've missed you. I think. I want to just wrap her up in my arms and hold her. I want to kiss her all over and tell her how much I've missed her and how good it is to see her, but right when I'm about to speak she does.

"Have a nice sleep princess?" She says while stepping over me and putting the pitcher in the sink.

I quickly stand up which was a bad idea because it makes me dizzy. Ok so she's mad and I can understand why. Judging by the way I feel right now and with the fact that I don't remember anything that happened last night, I would guess that I was drunk off my ass and I messed up.

I walk over to her but she walks away. She's heads towards the couch in the other room. God dammit you're walking too fast. I'm hung over here.

When I get in the room she's just sitting there and I can see that she's angry. She won't even look at me.

"Brittney, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what Jc? For coming over here drunk off your ass..."

Hey that's what I said.

"Or for being a complete idiot yesterday, or coming over here with out permission? I could go on. The list is really endless."

She folds her arms and lays back on the couch in a huff.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I know it's hard with the baby and all, but I want to be here. I want to help you through this. I want to make things better and to move on...with you."

I grab her hands but she pulls away.

"You're such and idiot, Jc."

She won't even look at me. I reach for her face to try and have her look at me, but again she pulls away.

"Brittney, please look at me." I plead. "I know you're having a hard time and you shutting me out is your way of grieving, but I-"

"You think I'm shutting you out as a way to get over the death of our baby?" She looks angry.

"Well...yes." Honestly, what other reason could she have? Unless...

"God, Jc. You are so stupid!"

I'm s angry now. She isn't cutting me off as a grieving process. She's cutting me off because she's over me. She's moved on from me and the baby. She doesn't want anything to do with me now. And she's using this perfect opportunity to get rid of me.

"Well if I'm so stupid then why don't you just say it to my face then, huh?" I was yelling now. I stood up from the couch and looked at her.

"Go on. Tell me. Tell me why it is that you're cutting me out of your life!" I inched closer and closer to her face until I was in her personal space, but I didn't care. She hurt me.

"Come on! I'm a man! I can take it! I can take the fact that not only are you over our dead child but you're over me as well! That's it isn't it?! ISN'T IT!!!!"