Behind Closed Doors ( Chris Motionless)

Chapter 39: Give him a chance

I had barely got some sleep last night. I mean, I did fall asleep, but I kept waking up mainly because I had to throw up all of the gin from last night. I'd curse myself from having flashbacks of last night. Seeing him on top of her, pleasuring her, and clearly pleasuring himself, underneath his black silk sheets. I gave myself a terrible migraine from the hangover and from crying too much. The next evening I woke up to a million text messages and missed calls, mainly from Chris.

Chris: Liz, baby, I'm sorry! Please come back! We need to talk things out.

Chris: L, it was a mistake, it was a selfish thing of me to do please respond.

Chris: I understand that you're hurt right now, and I'm sorry, but please reply to me.

I sighed and deleted all 30 messages from Chris. I read the rest from Maria, and the guys.

James: Liz, be up by two pm and meet us downtown in the lobby of Beyond The Grave Records, they want to have an interview with us.

I looked at the time, it was near one thirty,so I picked myself up and dragged my feet to the bathroom and took a shower. My head was still hurting, and my stomach was doing twists and turns. I regret drinking last night, then wished I drunk myself to death. At this moment, I didn't want to be alive. The man I loved cheated on me, with his ex. A mix of emotions swarmed through me; sadness, anger, hurt, sorrow, pained. My self esteem and depression sunk down lower and lower the more I thought about it. After taking my shower, I changed, did my hair and make up, and headed out the door. In the parking lot, I paused as Chris sat on the front hood of his car. He looked saddened himself, his head was hung low, and his hands were shaking as he rubbed them together, he lifted up his head. His eyeliner was smudged and his eyes were red and puffy, as soon as he noticed my presence, he hopped off his car and reached for my hands, but I snatched them back.

"I know you hate me right now...and I know I fucked things up for us now...but just listen and believe me when I say this....Megan doesn't mean a thing to me. I can tell you everything if you just listened," he explained.

I shook my head, and fought back my tears. Seeing him made my day from a 3 to a 0. He really hurt me. And if it wasn't for me going to his house while I was drunk, I probably wouldn't of found out he was cheating on me. All this time he was acting strange was because he was busy trying to hide his dirty little secret. Like Pierce the veil, "my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot it," and indeed he did shot it. He shot it, stabbed it, strangled it, kicked it, punched it, and stepped on it. He took my love for granted.

I opened up to chris, something I thought I'd never do in a million years. I gave him my all, my heart and soul, and he obviously thought it wasn't good enough.

"Chris...there's nothing to explain...you cheated on me and that's that. You have no idea how much pain that put on me, now excuse me, I have a meeting to get to,"

I shoved passed him and walked away. I could feel his eyes on me. I just knew that he was staring at me, I didn't want to look back, but my head looked back anyway. He was on his knees, with his face burried in his hands, I could tell he was crying. A part of me felt bad. I paused. Why should I feel bad for him? He cheated on me. Not the other way around. I should be the one on my knees, crying my eyes out. But I didn't. I didn't want him to see how weak I was. I took a deep breath, and spun around. Chris was still on his knees crying.

"Chris..."

He slowly picked his head up, and looked at me.

"Meet me at my apartment tonight at 8:30. You can explain everything by then, BUT that doesn't mean that I may or may not take you back...everyone deserves to tell their side of the story and this is your chance," I announced.

He got up and ran, nearly tackling me into a best hug. God, I miss his hugs. But I didn't hug him back. He thanked me several times then asks me if I needed a ride. I said no, and he begged until I said yes.

The ride downtown, was awkward. It was quiet and I could feel chris looking at me from the corner of his eye every ten seconds. After he dropped me off, he thanked me after kissing my hand three times. I nodded and made my way into the building, meeting the guys in the lobby.