Unchain My Heart

Small Chance.

Tonights the night of Houses and Camerons dinner. Thinking about the two of them sitting alone in a restaurant, exchanging compliments, and him opening the chair for her when they both get in. It should've angered me more. But after what happened earlier today, all I can think about is Dylan, and me seeing his smile, feeling his kiss on my lips again. That's what's brining me towards my decision. 'Tonights the night' I kept repeating to myself. Tonights the night where I can finally have him again. I get a bottle of white wine and screw off the top. I chug a little bit of the bottle then I come back to the couch, in front of me was a bottle of narcotics that "Foreman" scripted me for back pain. It's about ten forty five and The bottle of wine is almost gone. I pick up the narcotics and pop off the top, putting ten in my hand and saving the rest for after the first gulp. I pulled my hand to my mouth, ready to pop it and get this over with. Then I hear a knock on my door. It's eleven o clock, why the hell is someone knocking on my door at this time? I get up knocking down a lamp while trying to keep my balance. I walk up to the door and look through the peep hole. Only to see a man in a blue shirt, red tie, blazer, black pants, dress shoes, and holding a cane. I sigh and debate if I should open the door. My curiosity took over me and I decided to let him in. House just looked at me. Staring up and down as if he just saw a ghost. I looked at him and he was a little bit blurry.

"Hey." He said softly. What is he doing here?

"Hey." I replied, looking down, realizing I'm only in a t shirt and short shorts, thinking I wasn't expecting company.

"Mind if I come in?" House asked. I just stared at him, re playing the scenes in my head from earlier today.

"House, now isn't a good time." I could barely let out a breath. He put his hand on my door.

"Please?" Now why would House be at my apartment late at night, wasn't he supposedly be doing Cameron? I could see past that he's an ass. Why not let him in and have him say what he wants. I open the door wider and he limps in, I could see that he was looking around and saw my wine bottle and the ten pills that were left on my coffee table. "Bella... what is this?" He pointed to my station of death and I couldn't form any words. All I thought about was his remark towards my dead boyfriend. Thinking back to when all he wanted was to push someone over the edge and tonight was his wish.

"What do you think it is House?" He just looked at it and turned his head towards me. I can see in his eyes it clicked. "Ah, finally figured it out? The great Gregory House got what he wanted. You finally pushed someone over the edge. And you not giving a damn about anyone else's feelings except your own cause you're too afraid to expose what dignity you have left for yourself." I walk closer to him, I can tell he smells the alcohol from my breath. "Everything has been taken away from me! My parents are died, My 'one and only boyfriend' as you SO like to call him is fucken dead and I can't do a God damn thing about it!" I moved closer and started to hit him. "All I want to do is die! God just let me die!" As I was hitting him, he gazed at me and didn't do anything. he didn't stop me, he didn't try to grab my hands. All he did was stare. I stopped hitting him and let my hands fall down to my sides. I started to cry, not caring if he sees me or not. Then he did something I never thought he would do. He threw his cane onto my couch and grabbed my waist and pulled me into a hug. I cry uncontrollably into his arms. About two minutes later I put my arms around his neck making him come down a little bit. I pulled him in harder, pretty sure there was a mascara mark on his blazer. But I didn't care. Ten minutes later I stop sobbing and it turns into little cries. I pulled back and I let my eyes wonder to his. He's looking all around me and brings his finger to my face and wipes a tear away. He finally says something.

"I'm sorry." He said while stepping back. He was reaching for his cane and grabbed it. I was standing there in awe, not knowing what my next move was. Then he limps over to my couch and grabs my bottle of narco and the pills that were on the side. House puts the pills back in the bottle and pops the cap back on it. I don't stop him and I don't know why. I've been waiting for this day for a long time and I wasn't about to let him take it away from me. House tilts his head towards me then moves his whole body towards the door. I walk up and grab him by the arm and pull him back a tiny bit.

"Please don't." I put my hand in House's jacket grabbing the pill bottle, ready to take it and he puts his hand in his pocket. His hand on top of mine. We both look up and he sees my eyes are red and puffy, tears still strolling down. He takes his cane and places it towards the door, never breaking eye contact with me. He wiped a tear off once again, but this time he kept his hand there. Now I'm crying more cause that's what Dylan used to do when I was crying. House finally spoke.

"I'm sorry, for everything Kallo. I can't let you do this." I've never seen House so warm, so welcoming of his soft side. Tears are coming more frequently and I finally let go of the pills. He takes a step back and gives me a look of reassurance. I watch him leave through my door with my escape plan. While I was about to close the door, he turns back and just stares at me. I look at him and walk slowly back into my house. I turn around to get into my apartment and tilt my head towards the exit. By the time I turned around he was gone.