Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter three

Woody's Point of View

"Oh, Woody." I saw Kelly's sad eyes like tiny crescent moons, her body covered in a silky pink robe as she ran towards me with open arms while I stood in the doorframe of her and Denver's luxury home. White marble greeted me from every angle as I stepped inside to feel her slender body almost jump onto my strong firm structure, her arms flung around my neck as she had held onto me tightly, her perfume stuck to the hoody I had found in the my trunk before coming inside. I had put in on to give my body warmth.

"Woody." She spoke as she pulled herself from me to cup my face with both her hand. "Are you okay?" She asked noticing my hand with dried up blood and didn't wait for an answer "My sweet little baby." She sighed and then hugged me again.

"I'm okay Kells." I said as I let out air while she continued to hold me in her arms.

It was nice, I didn't know how much I needed a hug up until now.

My pants was soaking wet, and my hair wasn't dry yet but I don't think she mind. Kelly was the motherly version of my mother she treated me as if she was my older sister even though we were both the same age of twenty-three.

"Woody, f**k man you're soaking." I heard Denver's voice appear into the room along with his topless body, wearing sweat pants, his hand holding a glass of what looked like scotch, with a lazy brown cigar pointing out the side of his mouth.

He inhaled and then blew out smoke.

"Hey." I said still holding onto his girl, with my arms wrapped around his slim waist and then she kissed my cheek softly.

"You're freezing, Ima get you some dry clothes okay." She said as I smoothly let go of her and then I nodded "Thanks."

"Hey, that's glass number six already Mr." She pressed her lips together as she strolled past Denver, bare feet on the cold marble floor and then placed her hand on his shoulder "Take it easy." She glared before walking off while tightening her silk gown.

"I love you." He smirked and then we heard her voice come from inside. "I love you more." She sang sweetly.

Which had only f****d me up even more than I already was. I shouldn't be jealous at their show of affection but I was,

Because my girl, she was f*****g someone else.

Fuck, I really love her. I feel broken and weak and I feel like utter s**t. I gave that girl everything she ever wanted.

New car? New house? New s**t? I bought it.

Channel bags and YSL heels? I didn't even ask what the f*****g price was, not once.

I didn't f*****g care, whatever that b***h wanted I didn't hesitate.

Fuck women.

I walked towards Denver as he pointed his glass at me with a look of sympathy on his face. He didn't say anything, he just shook his head lightly.

I took it from his hand and felt the clean liquor burn my stomach as I swallowed it down.

We both strolled to his entertainment space, it was filled with flat screens, game consoles, a bar, comfortable couches, a foosball table, a pool board and all kinds of s**t, it was more his man cave than anything else.

He switched on the TV as we both sat ourselves down comfortably even though I was still wet, I felt comfortable. The news was on reporting a robbery.

The dimmed lights and the emotion we both had felt made the atmosphere feel like it was suffocating.

Were were both silent.

I was going to ask her to marry me. I sighed.

"You want me to top you up?" He asked as I handed him my glass as he walked over to the bar to pour me Whiskey, both of us ignoring the situation. I think he could sense that I wasn't in the mood to talk about her, instead I had decided to mentioned the other her,

The her I found it easier to talk about, the distraction her.

I broke the ice with my words that cut through it like a heated blade.

"Some chick wanted to commit suicide tonight," I nodded "f*****g watched her jump off a bridge." I said lamely, feeling numb inside.

I couldn't feel anything. I knew I was angry, but I guess mostly I felt betrayed and hurt.

"What!?" He was in shock, completely showing the exact opposite of emotion that I was.

"I saved her." I took my topped up glass from his hand and took a gulp.

"What!?" He was still astonished "Where is she now!?"

"Home. I took her home. She wanted to go home." I shrugged taking another sip, the burn was nice.

"You let a suicidal girl go, after she failed an attempt at committing suicide!?" He c****d his head back as if I had just did the most stupidest thing ever.

"I know, it's f****d up that I let her go." I sniffed and then scratched my pallet with my tongue, staring at him blankly.

"Yeah she's probably attempted again after you left."

"She didn't." I shook my head. "I just looked into her eyes and...I don't know." I brushed my hand through my hair feeling air escape my lips as if I was holding it hostage.

"You seemed f****d and I understand that you pretty f****d right now. Your girl's a w***e and you just saved a suicidal girl and I get it man, it's been a f****d up night and if I don't demand that you just go to bed right now then I'm a f****d up friend." He licked his lips in seriousness.

I stared at him not knowing how to feel.

"Nah, I wanna go out." I said.

"You can't man, the cops remember." He said worried about me. I could see it in his eyes.

"Invite some girls over. I wanna drink, f**k and do some drugs. I feel like s**t. I want to feel better." I stood up as I saw Kelly walk into the room with a pile of Denver's clothes.

"Nah man you need to rest." Denver disagreed as I felt rage build up.

"No I don't f*****g need to rest! How the f**k can I even sleep right now!?" I glared at him "Just invite some girl's over, I'm in the mood to party. I wanna f*****g celebrate. Can you f*****g make that happen?"

"Sure, the cokes upstairs." He nodded as I took the clothes from Kelly and headed to the staircase, she was confused and then spoke "Denver what are you doing, he needs to rest. Den-!"

"Kelly!" He shook his head to quiet her as I glanced down at them almost reaching the top of the staircase. 

He continued "Get dressed. We're having a party."

Yale's point of view.

"Can you hear me?" I asked sitting in front of the mirror as I did my make-up covering up the black and blue bruises in my neck. I wet my sponge and gently dabbed my neck with foundation, feeling it's dampness hit my skin gently.

I swallowed.

"Hello?" I said softly touching my belly with my finger tips as I stared at my reflection.

Dark eyes, dark hair and hollowness in my soul. I looked at my fingers as it sat on the surface of my belly and then I sniffed, feeling a lump in my throat as it struggling to move.

How pathetic was I. The only person I was allowed to have a conversation with wasn't even a fully developed human yet, incapable of even responding but I was desperate for someone to listen.

Anyone.

"Today I feel tired." I exhaled deeply as I stretched out my neck to make sure I was covering everything. "I'm sorry for trying to kill us last night that was a pretty f****d up thing to do." I nodded as I began to think of how crazy I may seem at this point.

I sighed and then twisted my hair up into a bun as I heard Chad's footsteps approach our bedroom.

"Who the f**k are you talking to?"

"Your child." I rolled my eyes as I stared at him in the reflection of the mirror. His blonde hair a mess and his beady eyes never seemed to be soft anymore.

"Who's phone did you call me from last night?" He asked leaning against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest as I ignored him, continuing to stare at myself in the mirror as I tried to get my bun perfect.

"b***h, I'm speaking to you." He hissed.

"Veronica's dad's phone!" I yelled, chucking him a filthy look and then slipped off my silk nighty as he watched it slide from my bare skin, folding over the contoured of my naked body.

"You better not be lying to me w***e. You're mine if I ever find out that-" The anger in his voice seemed to be the only tone I had heard lately.

He constantly accuses me of cheating on him when I never did. Not once.

I have never looked at another man and ever thought that I wanted him. I was faithful to Chad.

Although, last night I did look at Woody, he was beautiful I couldn't help myself, he had sharp features and pretty hazel eyes. His body was half naked and I couldn't help but have my eyes wave over his arms and six pack as he drove. He was so handsome and alluring. The only man I had looked at, like really looked at, since Chad.

but I wouldn't cheat. 

"There's no one else but you!" I cut him off and then he smirked as I stood up from the dresser to reach for my bra that I had laying on our bed with the other clothes I was going to wear today for my parents arrival.

A beige sundress.

He looked at me in lust as his eyes stuck to my breasts like he wanted to f**k me. I swallowed feeling nervous.

Never will I willingly let him f**k me ever again.

"Stop." I said annoyed with the look in his eyes as I slipped on my bra, his steps grew closer as he gripped my waist. I felt his heavy hand stick to my skin as he gripped me in his hold.

"Chad!" I yelled as he began to kiss my lips, while unzipping his jeans and then he pushed me down onto our bed, hovering above me.

"Get off me!" I screamed hitting my fists against his chest.

"If I wanna f**k you. I will!"

"Chad!" I was furious trying to shove him from my body as I felt his lips stick to my neck.

And then,

We heard her.

"Hey sweetheart, where are you honey? Daddy and I brought cupcakes!" My sweet mother's voice danced around us as I felt like it had saved me from feeling Chad smother me in his disgust.

Thank God.

I breathed feeling the anxiety ascent from my body.

"We're upstairs. I'm just kissing my beautiful girlfriend good morning." I heard Chad's voice switch as he answered my mother and then lifted himself from me.

His eyes like the devil as I panted to catch my breath pulling myself up from our bed. I felt my heart drum in my chest.

"Don't be long." He said in a serious tone and then he transitioned into the man everyone saw him to be, what he pretends to be, the man he pretended to be when he met me.

When I met Chad, he was kind and charming. He was sensitive and respectful...

But they all f*****g are in the beginning until...they aren't anymore.

"That smells so good, red velvet are Yale's favorite." He said smiling as he walked down the staircase to greet my parents.

My stomach turned with revulsion at how deceiving he was.

I wish I knew this vision of him back then, I would have never let him take me out on our first date.

I quickly dressed myself fully then stared at my reflection, just looking at it. I was a disgrace to myself. I let myself down, because I chose to stay...

But I couldn't leave.

Shit.

I can't even look at myself right now. I turned my head as I heard a vibration come from our bed.

buzzing continuously on a loop.

My heartbeat was jumping in my chest as I slowly stepped towards our messy sheets to find his phone laying there,

He must have dropped it when he attempted to have s*x with me.

The phone stared at me, I stared at the phone.

"Yale baby, your parents are waiting. Don't be rude, it's rude to keep our guests waiting honey!"

Oh shut the f**k up Chad.

"Just a minute!" I said in the most chipper voice.

It was a call, I contemplated if I should answer his phone or not,

Well I better decide soon because it's not going to ring forever.

I closed my eyes and pressed answer as I held it to my ear. God save me!

"Yale?"

My hearted stopped as my mouth hang open and then I brought my hand to it in disbelief.

"Wo-Woody?" Oh my god! Chad's going to kill me.

It's him. From last night.

Superman, lifesaver, six pack boy.

"Are you okay?" He sounded out of it so I had to ask, I was curious. I hated that about me. It gets me into trouble.

I began to pace around the room like an i***t.

"Are you drunk?" I whispered slowly shutting our bedroom door. My hand pressed the wood gently.

Why was this boy calling me. He doesn't even know me.

"No." He said, I was silent. 

"Yes." He admitted.

"Can I see you?" He asked.

Is he crazy. Firstly I'm embarrassed, and secondly he doesn't f*****g know me.

"Woody. No, and you can't call this number anymore either."

"Yale?" He spoke.

"Woody I need to go." I responded.

This was crazy and ridiculous. I was astonished.

I love crazy and ridiculous. My heart became soft.

No, this wasn't normal. What is going on?

"Please just. I-" I could hear the heartbreak in his voice. I clutched my heart tightly at the sound of it. I knew that he was going through something, the busted hand, tossing the ring into the lake...

But I have my own God damn problems and I don't have time to make his problems mine.

God if Chad ever found out, he would kill me and I don't want to die anymore. I regret that I made that choice how could I let myself get to that stage.

I cant do this. I-

Fuck it. I shook off my thoughts biting my lip nervously. What am I doing? I don't even know him, do I trust him?

He saved my life. I owe him in some way.

He sounds like he needs me.

What is this? Why am I being so careless. I don't know this man. I shouldn't be doing stupid s**t like this.

"Call this number tonight at 6. Okay? 6. don't call after 6 or before 6"

Chad's going to f*****g kill me.

"Got it," He said "7"

My eyes grew as my heart almost jumped out of my chest but then his next words had pushed it back in.

"I'm messing with you. I'll call at 6." I could feel him smiling "Okay?" I could tell that he felt weird about this too.

"Okay." I said in relief with a little caution and then he quickly spoke.

"I know this is f*****g weird. And to be honest, I don't know why I'm calling and doing this s**t. I just..." he breathed in as he tried to gather his thought but then I cut him off.

"And I don't know why I'm agreeing to doing this...I just...too." I nodded not knowing what he was going to say before I broke his word but I could feel that he was going to explain what I couldn't.

So me too. I just, too.

He laughed lightly under his breath, it sounded sweet I like the sound of his laugh. I could feel him smiling "6..." he said and then I nodded even though he couldn't see me and said "6" before I then quickly hung up and deleted the evidence of the call.

I put Chads phone to my heart, feeling my anxiety as I tried to regulate my heart rate. 

I'm losing it. 

I'm going insane.

"Honey!" I heard Chad's chipper voice as I neatened myself and exhaled deeply blowing a stray strand from my face and then I rolled my eye as I opened our bedroom door, dressing myself up with fake happiness and smiles.

Coming, you stupid cunt.