Our crazy life

Chapter 6

I immediately get on my knees and help Keanu up. Once Keanu is up and stable on his feet. Keanu goes in for a swing but I manage to get myself in between the two. Neither of them cared I was right in the middle and they continued to fight. The next thing I knew I was pushed onto the table and I had smashed the cake. I fell to the ground and sat there for as second. I got up and pushed the hair out of my face and it was Jesse James, my ex husband. He was the one who punched Keanu. There standing was George and Ryan holding him back from taking another swing. I yelled and said "what the hell is the matter with you" Jesse yells back and says "your whole family discusses me. You, Keanu and even Louis." I glared at Jesse and I murmured "you did not just bring Louis into this" Chelsea knew I was about to attack and came and stopped me. If there was no one around I would have beat the living day lights out of him. My son means the absolute everything to me and if you threaten my son you threaten me.

Before Jesse got the chance to say another word George was pushing him out the door. Once Jesse left and was clear from sight George took Keanu out on the porch to talk and to let him cool down. I felt so bad for Keanu. He didn't deserve to get punched in the face by my ex husband. Keanu has treated me and million times better than Jesse did. Keanu still doesn't know everything that happened between Jesse and i because I didn't like to bring it up and Keanu knows that.

Keanu's p.o.v

I walked out onto the porch with George. I was still in shock about what happened. George and I walked over to the railing on the wooden deck and stared off into the distance. I asked "what the hell just happened" George responded and said "Jesse showed up and decided to punch you, hell knows why" I murmured to myself "that bitch, who does he think he is coming in my house, wrecking my sons birthday party and making my wife spend the rest of her night cleaning cake out of her hair." That reminded me. I said aloud "oh shit, Sandy. I should probably go talk to her" George pulled me back and said "I don't know if that's a good idea, I'm engaged and I know for a fact my women doesn't like it when I try to talk to her after and argument. She likes to cool off and then I talk" I agreed and said "you're right" George grabbed a beer from the cooler and handed it to me. I smiled and said "thanks man, just what I needed"

Sandy's p.o.v.

As for myself there was cake all in my hair and all over my dress. Chelsea handed me a drink and I'm not sure what it was but I chugged it down. It was extremely strong and it burned as it traveled down my throat. I threw the glass in the sink and ran upstairs. Thankfully Gesine took Louis outside and distracted him before he saw anything. I struggled getting up the stairs from the intensity of the drink but I managed. I ran in my room and locked it behind me. I leaned against the door and sat down. I sighed and put my hands on my forehead.

I got up after about 5 minutes of sitting on the floor. I went into the bathroom, put my hands on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I started thinking about my childhood. I remembered when I was a little girl all I dreamed about was my future and they day I would get married. I always thought it would be like a fairly tale. I thought I would get married we would run off together have kids and everything would be perfect. But my childhood dreams were completely different. I hurried and took off my make up and took off my dress. I didn't even have the strength nor balance to put clothes on so I just grabbed my robe. I grabbed the bottle of wine sitting on my night stand and drank it straight from the bottle. I opened my night stand drawer and pulled out expensive chocolates that Keanu had gotten me from Valentines Day. I didn't even check the expiration date. I didn't even care at that point and just scarfed them down. I laid my head back on the backboard of my bed and closed my eyes. I was extremly drunk and it was my sons birthday.. I was extremely disappointed in myself and I felt like an awful mother.