Grace's POV
I've just drifted to sleep on the couch, Real Housewives still playing on the TV, when I hear the door slam. I jolt awake, look up to see what caused the noise. I see Chester standing in the doorway, sopping wet, taking his jacket off. I hear him swear under his breath.
"What's wrong, babe?" I ask softly.
He doesn't reply, just goes to the kitchen. I frown, looking at him intensely. Chester generally will tell me if he's upset about something. I get up and go to the kitchen, placing my hand gently on his shoulder.
"Ches?" I whisper.
He turns abruptly, kissing me harshly. I can taste the alcohol on his lips, smell it in his breath.
"Have you been drinking?" I question.
"Yeah, so what?" He slurs back.
"Chester, we both promised to try and stay sober for a while." I remind him.
We made each other a promise, that we wanted to be sober for a few months all the time, so we could remember every moment together.
"Grace, I can drink if I want to!" He yells.
I recoil from his temper, the volume making my heart beat quicken.
"Fine, just drink. I don't even care anymore." I mutter.
I have just walked over to the sink, to start the dishes, when I hear the pot go flying. I duck just in time, the metal pot crashing through the window.
"What the heck, Chester?" I respond.
He just stands there, looking at me angrily.
"Get out!" I yell.
He turns, slamming the door behind him once again. I can feel the rain coming in through the now broken widow, dampening my hair. That's when I see what made him so upset.
"Dear Mr. See,
We would like to invite you to perform with our orchestra in New York City for the next year, if you are up to the task. Plane tickets and apartment expenses will be taken care of. Please return your answer to us by Monday. Thank you.
Best Wishes,
Juilliard Orchestra Directory"
I feel the first tear sliding down my cheek as I look towards the door, knowing I let the love of my life walk away too soon.
