I scroll through the messages which are all from Missy.
You looked so fuckin’ sexy tonight Chase, wanna come over to my place now so we can continue the party? I need to feel your hands all over my body again.
Again? His hands were on her in the first place? My pulse begins to quicken as I keep going through the messages which have now turned into pictures. How classy.
The first of her barely clothed body in a tight red dress that barely covers any of the goods. Yup definitely a stripper. I glance over at Chase who is still passed out before turning my attention to the next one. This one looks to be sans bra and is a close up of her obviously fake massive boobs with a message attached: I know you liked these the most .That bitchy girlfriend you complain about all the time doesn’t even have half of what I got. We can do a repeat of what we had tonight. Meet me tomorrow when you said she had to work. The message is followed by her address and a time to meet.
My hands tremble as I throw the phone and panties onto the empty spot next to Chase. Bitchy girlfriend that he complains about? And apparently something most of happened last night that this girl wants a repeat of.
I can feel a lump growing in my throat and tears begin to spill down my cheeks as I back out of the room and snatch up my purse. I tiptoe towards Calebs door and peek in to see he’s still asleep so I scoop him up in my arms as carefully as I can without waking him.
I knew Chase had plenty of girls throwing themselves at him but he never seemed to return any of the feelings besides brushing them aside. I guess when I wasn’t around that wasn’t the case. I’m sure the alcohol that he had basically bathed in hadn’t helped the situation if this girl was basically throwing herself at him but I was definitely not the type of person to use that excuse on.
I fish my keys out of my purse and go across the hall, trying to shakily slip my key into the lock. “Ally?” I croak out. “In here honey,” she shouts from her bedroom down the hall. “Hey whats wrong?” she asks as I come in with a sleeping Caleb and lay him down next to her where she’s curled up in bed.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now but can you watch Caleb please? I don’t want to push him off on you again but I need some time alone.” She looks back at me with a concerned look before covering Caleb up with her comforter. “Of course sweetie pie. You know I don’t mind.”
I shut and lock my bedroom door behind me as I throw myself down onto my bed and the sobs begin. This is what I get for giving my whole heart to someone. I knew this is how it would end but I let myself get hurt anyways. And worst of all Calebs involved in this too. I thought Chase cared about the both of us.
I wake up a couple hours later with a raw throat and puffy eyes. “Leah,” I hear a soft knock on the door. “Are you okay doll?” Allys muffled voice comes through my door. “I went over to Chase’s but he was playing dumb about the whole thing and now he’s camped out in the hallway looking like he got ran over by a mac truck. He looks like pure dog shit. What’s going on?” She pauses waiting for my answer but I just lay my head back down. I’m really not in the mood for talking and getting the third degree from Ally right now. “I didn’t let him in though. Obviously if you’re in here, he must have messed up pretty bad.
“Good,” I reply. I hope he’s a freakin’ mess. It’s not my fault he apparently can’t control his actions when he drinks. “Um ‘kay Leah. Just let me know when you’re ready to talk. Don’t worry about Caleb, I think we’re gonna go grab some lunch.”
At least I know Calebs in good hands as long as he’s not affected by this as much as possible I think I can make it through this. I know it’ll take awhile to put all of the pieces of my heart back together after it was shattered apart but I’ll get by for Calebs sake. As for men, maybe I would become a nun or something, who needs ‘em anyways?
Chapter 23
Chase What the fuck did I do last night? I keep trying to remember but only get small flashbacks here and there. The guys got me totally smashed after I told them about my new job and insisted we needed to celebrate. Everyone started calling me Mr. O’Neil for the rest of the night and of course Teddy had to ride me about what an old fuck I’m getting to be with a real job and a wife and kid. Pretty sure he’s just jealous of all that, he knows he won’t be able to do the whole rock band scene for the rest of his life and he wishes Leah was his. Really anyone would be crazy not to have that wish.