The Active Love

Chapter 1: Furious

Last night was so hectic. She went to a party after our huge fight over some stupid stuff. The way l don't keep track of what is happening around me, l don't even remember what we were fighting about.

After our huge fight, she walked out of the door with fire in her eyes. Seconds after she left, l heard the engine of her car start. She dashed out the yard not looking back.

I didn't even care about where she was going, l was so furious and the way l was so furious l punched the wall, seconds later l saw blood dripping on the floor. Went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands. Then l took a quick shower and went to bed.

My phone rang and it woke me up from my sleep. I answered it with a deep voice that never l knew l had.

"Hello", l said.

"Hi Chris, sorry for waking you up this early. I know its 03:03 but Jordan, your fiancé is drunk right now. I thought l should inform you."

Why am l not surprised?... My mind asked me that question.

"Where are you now?" I asked.

"We are on our way there, open the gate"...that was fast.

I got off bed and went to open the gate as l stood in the kitchen to see if they are really here. They got in and l closed. And l open the door for them.

"Thank you Emily, l'll take it from here."

"Pleasure. I'm really tired can l sleep over jus for tonight?"

"Yeah sure, why not?" I asked sarcastically.

"Thank you Chris."

"Just go upstairs down the hallway, turn left go straight then right. The room facing your tired face is the room you will be sleeping in."

"Thank you, but you should stop having a cold humour, it will jus hurt people, but just know that l find it attractive." She said and she kissed my cheek and she went up the stairs.

"So you're my fiancé? You look hot honey, come on kiss me...hahaha." Jordan said as she leaned closer to kiss me. I pushed her and she fell on the couch.

"You drunk." I said.

"No, you drunk. I'm just hyper." She said as she laughed.

"Bye." And went upstairs to my room leaving her laying on the couch.

She knew that l don't like talking to drunk people. It just makes me look weak and l sometimes think that it will make me take advantage over them. But to be honest, she looked hot when she was drunk. And at the same time l was still angry at her.

I jumped on my bed then dozed off and it was 04:14. 20 minutes later the door of my room opened. My eyes were filled with rage as l turned to see who it was. And surprisingly it was my 'fiancé she jumped on my bed right next to me.

I picked her up and placed her in another room down the hallway and before l closed the door l heard a squeal behind me.

"What?" I asked.

"I love you." She said.

"Okay, bye." I said and closed the door behind me.

Then l went to the kitchen for a cup of water and l went straight to my room calmly. I closed the door and locked it and slept.