Hope's Chance(47)

Chance was laying on the floor laughing. I didn’t know whether to be mad at him or feel sorry for him. “Get up. I need to get you into the shower.” I suggested.

“Will you get in with me?” He asked.

“I can’t Chance. My father is right across the yard.” I explained.

“Please baby. Don’t you want to?”

“Chance please don’t beg. You know I can’t.” he tried to grab me, but I pulled away enough to where I could push him toward the bathroom.

He smelled like vodka and vomit with a hint of cologne. It was wretched.

When we finally made it into the bathroom he whipped it out and started peeing in the toilet with no regard for me even being in the room. I started the shower and helped him out of his clothes. When I tried to get him inside, he wouldn’t budge.

“Chance please. You are covered in throw up. Just get in and get cleaned up.” I ordered.

“Please come with me.” He said as he pulled me in. He was much stronger than me. I tried to stay out, but ended up tumbling down on top of him. The shower curtain and rod fell down with us. When I finally got up, and fixed the curtain, the best I could, I helped him up. He tried to pull me in again. “Please baby. I need you. I just want to feel your skin against mine. Please Hope.”

“I can’t Chance. I want to, but I can’t.” Instead I leaned in and started to get him cleaned up. After having him spin around a few times, I decided he was clean enough to get out.

I held out a towel and waited for him to step out of the tub before wrapping it around him. He decided to brush his teeth for at least ten minutes, in which I told him they were clean at least five times, but he continued to brush. Finally, he followed me into the bedroom and pulled me down on the bed.

His body leaned over mine and his hands played with my cheeks. “You are so perfect to me Hope. You make me want to live. You are all that I want. You are all that I need. You are everything. God I love you so much.”

Tears filled my eyes. I kinda knew how he felt but to hear him say it like that was unbelievable.

He wiped away my tears. “Why are you crying?”

“Nobody has ever said something like that to me.” I confessed.

“It is the truth. I am so in love with you. I know you think I am just drunk, but I swear it is true. You make me so happy Hope.”

“Chance.” I whispered as his lips hit mine.

He pulled away. “Yeah baby?”

“I love you too.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. His lips found mine again and we were too caught up in each other to discuss anything more.





Chapter 27


Chance

I woke up in my boxers on my bed. I sat up and realized that my head was pounding. While still holding the back of it, I stood up and headed to find the Tylenol. To my disappointment there wasn’t any left. I grabbed a pair of shorts, and after relieving myself in the bathroom, I headed to the main house.

When I got to the kitchen door I realized I had no idea what time it was. I didn’t want to wake up the whole house so I peeked in and saw it was after ten. I walked inside but didn’t hear any movement.

Thankfully, my sister had made coffee. I made myself a cup and grabbed four Tylenol. There still wasn’t any sounds coming from around the house. I walked to the foyer and looked outside. Only Hope’s car was sitting out front.

I climbed up the stairs and headed to her side of the house. Her door was shut, but I opened it slowly. She was still sound asleep and I couldn’t help but take in her beauty. I walked in and leaned over to give her a kiss, but as I stood to get up she grabbed my arm. Still groggy from her sleep she tried to focus. “What are you doing in here?”

“What happened to me last night?” I whispered. “Where is my bike?”

She sat up and I couldn’t help but noticed the small tank top she had on. “Stop staring at my chest.” She said as she adjusted it, hiding some of her cleavage. “You got drunk off your ass at the bar, so on my way home from my mother’s I picked you up and brought you home. I got you cleaned up and stayed with you until you fell asleep. Your bike is at the bar still.”

“You took care of me? Did my sister and Mark see us?” I asked.

“No. Once you fell asleep I went inside through the front. They still had company and thought I just got home.” She explained.

“I don’t remember anything.” I confessed.

Hope looked upset. I couldn’t understand why. Her eyes filled with tears. “I knew it was too good to be true.” While grabbing her I tried to remember what would make her so upset.

“What are you talking about? What did I do?”

“It wasn’t what you did. It was what you said.” She admitted.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it was perfect.” She said quietly.

“Well whatever it was, I meant it.” I announced.

Hope turned around and put her head in her pillow. “Forget it Chance it doesn’t matter.”

“Please don’t be mad at me baby.” I tried to reach for her, but she pulled away.

I was hurt, but I had no right to be. I was an ass. What had I been thinking? I should have never gone out to a bar. I was such a loser.

I left Hope in her room and walked back downstairs. On the counter I found something that might make her smile. I got out a pen and a piece of painters tape and walked back upstairs. I sat the object on her dresser and walked back out without saying a word.