His Ruthless Revenge (A Dark Bully Romance)

Chapter Eight

Chase

Why the fuck is she texting me?

My hand grips my phone, glaring at the message she just sent me asking to meet up with her tonight. Every drop of hatred I have for her resurfaces as I try and resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and smash it.
April will be back any second and I can't risk her seeing me angry right now. We're supposed to be getting ready to go to the beach but I'll have to cancel now that bitch has texted me.

Chase, I need to see you tonight. It's urgent.

I consider telling her to fuck off but know how she'll react. She'll just blackmail me again by threatening to tell April what happened between us and that can never happen.

Ever.

God, I fucking hate her.

I end up making some lame excuse to April about having to go into work and race off before she suspects anything.

I just want to get this shit over with.

Louise told me to come over to her house and even though that's the last place I want to go I know I can't risk meeting up with her in public in case we're seen together.
I pull into her expansive driveway and wait a moment, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath. My rage is still simmering beneath the surface but I've got to get a hold of myself before it takes over completely.
I slam my car door and clench my fists,  banging my fist against her front door urgently. She answers a few moments later, greeting me with a warm smile that's not reciprocated.
"What do you want?" I demand angrily, pushing my way inside.
"Thanks for coming." She says sweetly, avoiding my question.
"Cut the crap and just tell me what you want." I command coldly. "Why the hell did you text me?"
"We... we need to talk." She trails off, struggling to find the right words.
"About what?"
"About what happened between us."
"Nothing happened." I snarl furiously, clenching my teeth together.
"We both know it did, Chase." She says calmly, crossing her legs as she takes a seat on the sofa.
"I have to go." I snap impatiently, heading for the front door so I can get the hell out of there. "I have plans with April."
"I'm pregnant." She blurts out, her voice trembling with trepidation.
My whole body freezes, completely stunned by her revelation as I try and process what she just said.
"What did you say?"
"I'm pregnant, Chase. I found out yesterday."
"You're lying." I whisper, taking one step forward in a menacing manner.
"I wouldn't do that to you. I can take a test if you don't believe me."
"Damn right I don't believe you!" I reply harshly, narrowing my eyes at her in contempt.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She says softly, lowering her gaze. "You best come upstairs."
I follow her reluctantly, dragging my stubborn feet as my mind races.
"Just take the test." I instruct her, pushing her in the bathroom as I take a seat on the floor outside.
My heart beats rapidly inside my chest as I cradle my head in my hands, praying to God  the test will come back negative and I can get the hell out of here.
"It's positive." She announces boldly, opening the door a few minutes later.
"Let me see." I order, snatching the test out of her hands.
It's one of those digital ones which actually says whether you're pregnant or not, making it impossible for me to claim it might be a false result.
"I'm one hundred percent pregnant." She clarifies calmly.
"It's not mine." I affirm bluntly, shaking my head in denial.
"We both know it is."
"It can't be."
"Then how come it is? You're the only person I've slept with in ages." She assures me.
"You're still lying!" I shout loudly, throwing the test at her in frustration. "I don't believe you."
"It will be a while until my first scan but you'll see how far along I am then and know the dates add up."
"This isn't happening. This can't be happening to me." I murmur, pacing back and forth as my heart thumps rapidly inside my chest.
"It is happening, Chase. It's happening to both of us, whether we like it or not." She concludes firmly.
"I don't fucking like it." I growl fiercely, grabbing her by the arm and shaking her roughly. "I don't like it one bit!"
"Look, I'm not asking you for anything. You can be as involved as you like."
"Just shut up. I need to think."
I turn my back on her, tempted to walk right out of there and pretend this never even happened, wanting to erase it from my mind forever.
"I'll get you a drink." She says gingerly, making her way downstairs.
I quickly follow her, snatching the glass out of her hand as soon as she pours it.
"Another." I demand rudely, slamming the glass down on the table.
"Feel better?" She inquires nervously, waiting for me to finish.
"I'll feel better when you get rid of that thing." I tell her, nodding towards her stomach.
"You want me to have an abortion?" She gasps, placing a protective hand over her belly.
"That's exactly what I want." I say threateningly, taking a step closer towards her.
"How can you ask me to do that? I'm carrying your baby!"
"That thing isn't mine and even if it is I don't want it." I sneer venomously.
"Chase, please." She whimpers, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"You blackmailed me into fucking you and I had no choice in it! I've felt sick ever since that night and I hate myself for what I had to do. You really think I want a constant reminder for the rest of my fucking life?"
"But none of that is the baby's fault." She argues fiercely, refusing to back down.
"I don't care. I want no part of it." I inform her coldly, turning my back on her as I walk away.
"I'll tell April." She declares triumphantly, stopping me in my tracks. "I'll tell her everything."
"You go anywhere near April and I'll kill you." I snarl bitterly, glowering at her in fury. "Pregnant or not pregnant, I'll kill you."
I storm away from her and speed out the driveway, my tyres screeching on the asphalt as I try and put as much distance as I can between us.

I still can't believe this is happening to me.

I just can't.

Choosing the nearest bar I can find, I end up drinking as much as possible without falling over. I just want to blot everything out of my head and don't want to be capable of thinking anymore.
Why cant I simply disappear? Why can't I just drown in my own misery and vanish into thin air? That's all I want right now but above all else I want April.

I choose her. I'll always choose her.

There's only two options I usually go for when I'm not thinking clearly and they are get drunk or have sex. I've pretty much got the first one covered so decide the second option is another great choice of mine.
I can barely put one foot in front of the other but I'm not quite stupid enough to get behind the wheel of my car and order a taxi instead. It arrives fairly quickly and I'm home within a matter of minutes.
April still thinks I was called into work so fuck knows how I'm going to explain the reason I'm so drunk to her. I pay the driver as I get out and end up leaning against my front door so I can steady myself. I'm fumbling with my keys as I attempt to find the right one, somehow managing to make my way upstairs and into our bedroom.
I struggle to take my clothes off but have almost managed it, climbing into bed next to April without waking her up.
She's fast asleep but smells incredible. She's wearing a cute T-shirt and matching pyjamas shorts which are begging to be torn off her. My hand strokes the inside of her thigh, hoping it will be enough to ignite her arousal.
She moans softly which entices me even more, rolling her onto her side so I can see her properly. My lips make their way to her neck as I trail kisses down it, practically begging her to let me continue. Her skin feels so soft beneath my fingertips and she's lovelier than she's ever been in her life.

I can't lose her.

I've always found April completely irresistible and can't fight it anymore I can't ignore my instincts or the carnal need I have to claim her as my own again.
The rational voice in my head is no match for ny desire and I yank the shorts from her body in a matter of seconds. I've always loved how she tastes and I'm fucking addicted to it. I'm craving her more than ever and know I'm going to explode if I don't have her soon. My body is aching for her and I feel like I need her to forgive me for my betrayal even though she's completely unaware of it.
The only thing that's ever made any sense to me is being with April and I can't lose that. I'll have nothing if she walks away from me and I can't ever let that happen.
She quickly stops me from going any further and asks what's troubling me, wanting me to open up to her. A huge part of me just wants to break down and admit everything but I know I can't do it.
Telling her the truth about what happened would be selfish of me. It would ease my own conscience but it would only hurt her even more and I can't bring myself to do that. I have to protect her.
I try using the excuse that I'm going crazy without sex but she doesn't buy it. She keeps asking me what's wrong and I'm terrified I'll end up confessing everything in my drunken state and ruin our lives forever.
Part of me then starts feeling paranoid, placing my own guilt on her by wondering if she's ever been with someone else behind my back. It would explain why she's been so distant with me lately and the fact that she doesn't seem to want me anywhere near her anymore.
I'm enraged by the idea and it starts to consume me, remembering how I caught her and Curtis together that time and how he'd still jump at the chance to get one over on me.
She starts getting suspicious by my interrogation and I panic, begging her to let me hold her before I fall apart completely.
I make a vow right there and then that I will never let her go. April is mine and no one will ever keep us apart.

I'll kill anyone who tries it.

Anyone.