Angel….
I woke up to an empty bed and I have to admit it sucks, I was hoping to find Tabios next to when I awoke. If he wasn’t going to be here then why did he insisted for me to stay the night? I was fine with going home, okay maybe there was this little part of me that wanted to come home with him. I stretch my arms above my head as I yawn. I want to keep sleeping but I have things to do. I reach for one of Tabios shirt and put it on. I head to the bathroom and take care of business. I wonder where Tabios could be, that’s so weird for him to leave without telling me maybe he went out to get something and he’ll be back any minute. I reach for my phone and called him but I get his voicemail. That’s strange. I walk into the kitchen to find something to eat. I open the fridge and fine every kind of meat known to men; I guess he is a meat lover. I decided to make some pancakes, beacon, sausages, eggs, and toast. If I know my man I know he can eat. I can’t help myself from giggling; it feels weird calling him my man. I turn on the stereo to put music on while I cook. I’ve never cooked for any one before well except for mom and Hope. I learned how to cook when I was 8 years old. I was tired of eating cereal with milk, or some times without milk, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Let’s just say my mother was never a Martha Stewards in the kitchen.
I reach for some fresh oranges to make homemade orange juice. I feel like a true house wife all I need is the apron. I’ve never imagen in a million of years that I would be in a man’s kitchen cooking him breakfast because I wanted to do so. Once I finish with everything I set up the kitchen table, rearrange the plates in the middle of the table. I take a step back to see my masterpiece. Everything is ready all that is missing is him. I dial him again and it sends me straight to voicemail “Hey it’s me Angel, you know the girl you brought home last night? The blond with the amazing blue eyes, well I am just calling to see if you were coming home, I mean your home not mines or ours because we don’t have a home, and this isn’t me saying I want a home with you because I don’t, holly shit this is coming out all wrong, just give me a call back bye” I quickly hang up. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like I have mouth diarrhea. I reach for a piece of beacon and take a bite. I am starving but I’ll just wait for him to come so we can eat together after all I did this for him. How much longer can he be gone for?
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Two fucking hours! He has been gone for two fucking hours; he isn’t answering any of my phone calls or even texts. The food is all cold, the pancakes are saggy, the beacon is all dried up, and the sausages well I ate them because I was starving. I pick up the phone again and dial his number still no answer. “Hey is Angel again, the furious blond who is super pissed off with the dark blue eyes, I hope for your sake that you’re in some kind of accident that isn’t allowing you to pick up your phone to talk to me and if that is the case I hope you’ll all right, but if that’s not the case ooohhh, you are so going to wish it was” I hang up. I storm into his bed room to gather my stuff up and get my cars keys. There is no way I am going to stay here and wait for him to come. Fuck him.
“Is that you Angel?” Hope asks from the bedroom. “Yeah” I answer as I throw everything on the sofa. The whole drive here I was trying to calm myself down but ended up doing the opposite. “How wassss,” she stops and frowns “What happen?” she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Nothing” I throw myself on the couch. Hope walks around me “Come on Angel” she moves my legs over to make room for her “what happen?” I feel like a dumbass just thinking about it maybe I am over reacting. I swing my arm over my eyes “I woke up today to an empty bed, I thought maybe he had something to do so I didn’t make a big deal, so I got up and decided to make some breakfast for when he came back, everything came out fine except for the whole him not being there part, I called him and he never answer” I rant. Now that I hear myself I sound like a crazy person. “This is serious,” Hope says. I lift my head to look at her maybe I am not crazy after all. “You cooked for him?” she asks. How is it that out of everything I just said that’s the only part she got? “Hope” I growl as I return to my position. “Oh honey maybe he had something going on and he forgot to tell you,” she tries soothing me. I thought of that. I can understand if he had something to do and he forgot to tell me but why isn’t he answering my calls? “I thought about that but I doubt he is so busy to pick up the phone and send me a quick message to tell me he is busy” I say. She nods her head an understanding “Maybe his phone died, or maybe he left it somewhere, or maybe he got into this terrible accident and he lost both his hand and phone having no way to call you” she adds. I can’t help but to laugh “Okay I see your point”.
Maybe something did happen to him and I am over here driving myself crazy. I really hope nothing happen to him even though I can kill him my damn self. “I can’t believe you cooked for him please tell me you cleaned the kitchen afterwards?” she ask. She is such a neat freak I swear. “I know it was supposed to be special you know?” she nods her head “and no I didn’t clean it the damn kitchen that’s what he gets for not answering my phone calls” I pout. I wish I can see his damn face when he sees all the pancake batter all over his damn kitchen. I giggle just imagining it. “What?” Hope asks. “I made pancakes” I burst out in laughter. “Oh my God, Angel” Hope joins in. She knows the mess I make when I cook especially when it involves batter. That’s one of the reasons why I am not allowed to make pancakes.
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Well I am officially beyond pissed off. Whatever the hell that may be. I’ve waited for his call all damn day and my phone didn’t ring not even once. I thought I heard ring but when I went to go get it was just the damn battery running low. I couldn’t be home any more I was driving myself insane so I decided to come into work early. There is no one here but me. I walk around the club sweeping and cleaning the tables, which is crazy because I saw the girls do it last night but what the hell a place can never be to clean right? Plus I need to keep myself occupied if not I might end up killing someone. I cleaned the table until you can see your own reflection I started restocking the bar. “Woow there” Chase walks in while I am standing on a chair trying to reach the bottles on the top shelves. “You shouldn’t be doing this by yourself what if you would of fell? No one would know” he walks around the bar. “I am not a kid you know” I roll my eyes. “Never said you were” he answers. I look down to him “You didn’t say it but you refer to me as a child that didn’t know what she was doing standing on a chair, I forgot to tell my mommy what I was doing it just in case I fell and got a nasty booboo she could come to my rescue and kiss it all better” I mimic. He croaks his eyebrow at me “Umm okay I guess some one is on her period” he says.
“Great now I am a teenager who just got her first period and don’t know how to act, damn kids do grow up fast don’t they?” I ask. I know I am being a bitch but I don’t know how to stop myself, I have no control over my mouth. He lifts his arms in the air like if he was surrounding himself “Okay I am just going to go over there and check something because obviously you didn’t get fucked right last night and taking it out on me, which is not my fault because if I remember correctly I offer and you turn me down” he smirks.
“Ha, good thing to do because I don’t think Dutchess would be happy sharing her dick with me” I yell. I don’t even know why I drag Dutchess in this mess. He turns back around and points at me “You leave Dutchess out of this” he threats. Fuck, I fucked up, I just cross the line. He turns to walk away. “Chase,” I call after him, my chair wobbles causing me to lose my balance “Oh shit”. I try grabbing onto something but all I do is knock the bottles over. Chase catches me right on time before I can hit the floor. “Oh God” I say out of breath. “Thank you” I wrap my arms around his neck “I am sorry Chase for being a bitch I don’t want to fight with you”. Chase has really been a great friend to me since the moment I got here. He has always looked out for me and helped me out. “It’s okay” he puts me on the floor. I tighten my hold on him I feel like I can bust out in tears in any second. I feel a pain coming from my right hand as I try squeezing him. “Ouch” I pull back to look at my hand, which is cover in blood. “Fuck you cut yourself” Chase reaches for a clean towel and wraps it around my hand “I am going to get the first aid kit” he runs to the back. I fucking cut my hand with a damn bottle, just my luck.
“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Chase asks as he cleans my hand. I bite down on my teeth as he pours some alcohol on the cut. That’s shit stings I have to fight back the urge o punch him in the face. “Nothing is wrong” I answer with clench teeth. I really don’t want to talk about this especially with him. “Oh come on” he pushes the subject as he reach for the gauze. “How about you tell me about Dutchess and I tell you what’s wrong” I say. I really want to know how things are going with her. He nods his head “Fine I guess you don’t want to talk about it” he starts bandaging my hand.
“You really care for her don’t you?” I ask. He finishes wrapping my hand “All better” he starts cleaning up. “Thank you” I pin my hand to my chest trying to protect it. “I recommend some pain killing medicine because it’s going to hurt” he says. I nod my head. I feel like a cross the line again asking about Dutchess. “Chase I am sorry for bring Dut-“he nods his head cutting me off mid-sentence “I am going to be in the back if you need anything” he walks away leaving me behind. Huh I have this ache in my chest as I watch him walk away from me. I hate the fact that he is mad at me, I feel like if it was Hope walking away from me. I need to make things right with Chase.