Reaching for Happiness

Chapter 83

Humming away as I plaited my wig to the side of my head, in front of my shoulder, I heard the front door unlock, open and shut.

'Babe?' Aston shouted up to me. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

'Yeah?' I answered. The bedroom door burst open, revealing a very smiley Aston.

'You look beautiful baby' he grinned, greeting my with a kiss.

'Thanks. Does my hair look okay like this?' I asked.

'Uh, yeah' he answered, completely uninterested, studying his stubble in the mirror. I rolled my eyes. Why was I even asking him? He was a guy, he didn't know a thing about hair.

After adding final touches to my makeup and slipping on my dress, I was ready. I heard a car beep outside; I looked out the window to see a taxi pulled up outside. Perfect timing.

'Ast, I'm off' I smiled at him, as he laid on our bed on his phone.

'Okay, I'll s- wow' he gasped as he looked up at me from his phone, making me blush.

'Bye' I smiled, kissing his cheek.

'See you later sexy' he grinned, winking at me. I giggled at him, before leaving him to his phone and skipping down the stairs. I opened the door and shouted out to the taxi driver, letting him know I'd be out in a minute. I slipped on my black heels and grabbed my clutch, which was filled with the essentials I needed. I then hurried out to the waiting taxi driver, and headed off to pick up Faye and Hannah, before heading to the club.

'Come one girlies' I grinned, linking arms with them and heading into the club. We straight away spotted Joe and Jake at the bar, so we went straight over to them.

'Hi girls' Joe smiled at us.

'You all look lovely' Jake winked at us.

'Thanks' we all giggled in unison.

'Drinks?' Joe asked. We gave them a list of drinks, before trying to find a table.

A few hours into the night, and I was sat alone. Hannah and Joe were dancing together, and were getting VERY close.. Faye was grinding up against a group of guys who'd huddled round her, and Jake was.. I didn't even know where he'd got to. I sighed, getting up and heading over to Faye, as I didn't want to interrupt the moment Hannah and Joe seemed to be having.

'Babe, I'm gonna go.. I'm getting tired' I lied.

'Okay, see you tomorrow, yeah?' she smiled, peeling herself away from the guy she was currently dancing on, and hugging me.

'Yeah, bye' I said. As I went to walk off, one of the guys she was dancing with grabbed my arm.

'You wanna dance baby?' he grinned at me creepily.

'Fuck off!' I spat, turning around and walking right out the club.

When I got home, it was 11:30.. Not late at all. Aston might still be up. I didn't shout him in case he was asleep, so instead I tiptoed upstairs to see if he was in bed. I opened our bedroom door, but there was no Aston. He must still be awake.

'Aston!' I shouted. I looked in every room, upstairs and down, but I couldn't find him. I called him; but no answer. I didn't have a clue where he could be. Why would he go out again at this time? He'd have text me if he was going clubbing too.. I sighed, and decided it was best to get into bed.

After removing my makeup and slipping into bed, my phone buzzed and lit up on my bedside table. I looked at it to see a new text from Aston.

[Whats up babe? U okay? Axx]

I ignored him. I couldn't be bothered with him. He was always out late recently.. But why? Why did he need to go out in the middle of the night?

At about 12:15 am, when I was almost asleep, I heard Aston come through the front door. 12:15?! I heard him go into the kitchen, so I got out of bed and went downstairs to confront him. The bright lights made my eyes squint. I went through to the kitchen, to see him looking in the fridge.

'And what time do you call this?' I asked, my hands on my hips. I startled him, causing him to drop the carton of orange juice he was holding. It splattered all over the white tiles on our kitchen floor.

'Shit babe, you scared me' he nervously chuckled.

'Why were you out so late?' I questioned.

'Why were you back so early?' he asked, raising his eyebrows at me. He was trying to be funny, and it really wasn't the appropriate time.

'I know what you were fucking doing.. You're having an affair, aren't you!' I accused.

'WHAT?! Fucking hell, no! Do you really think I'd do that to you?!' he asked, becoming a lot more serious and raising his voice.

'Then you tell me Aston, WHY have you been going out so late?' I screamed at him.

'I can't tell you' he sighed, looking down.

'So who is it, hmm? Someone from your office? Some slut you met in a bar? TELL ME WHO IT IS ASTON' I growled.

'FOR FUCKS SAKE, I'M NOT SEEING ANYONE ELSE!' he argued.

'So the sick girl isn't good enough for you anymore, huh? After all we've been though, you do this' I said as tears formed in my eyes.

'Baby, no, please don't be like this. I can't tell you where I've been, but I can tell you that I was NOT cheating on you!' he said, coming closer to me and putting his hands on my arms.

'GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!' I yelled at him, shoving him whilst my tears leaking from my eyes and trickling down my cheeks.

'I don't even know why I bother with you, like you said, after everything we've been through, you think I would throw everything we have away?!' he argued.

'Well you were a fucking man slut before I met you, what's stopping you from going back to your old ways!' I shouted.

'You aren't even listening to me are you? You're pathetic' he spat. I couldn't believe he'd just said that.. Yeah, I'd hurled abusive things at him, but he'd NEVER said anything to me. Before I knew it, I'd raised my hand and slapped it across his face. I saw the shock and pain in his eyes, as he raised his own hand to his cheek, comforting the red mark on his face. I marched back up the stairs and grabbed a bag, throwing in a few bits and pieces, along with a few changes of clothes.

'Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it' he sighed as he leaned against our bedroom door frame. I barged past him with my bag, running down the stairs, still crying.

'Where are you going? Please, don't go' he pleaded. He put his hand on my back. I turned around and pushed him, hard.

'GET YOU'RE HANDS OFF ME! I FUCKING HATE YOU!' I screamed at him. I slipped on my shoes and stormed out the door. I unlocked my car door.

'Babe, you've been drinking, you can't drive!' Aston said, but I ignored him. I hadn't drunk that much tonight, I'd be fine.

I pulled up outside Marvin and Nikki's house. I walked up to their door and knocked on it. They were probably asleep, so it probably wasn't such a good idea to wake them up.

'Chloe?' Marvin asked confusedly when he opened the door. My bottom lip trembled and I began to cry again. He pulled me in for a hug, calming me down a bit.. I knew my best friend was going to make me feel better, I'd only just got here and he'd already improved my mood.