Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter Two

Woody's Point Of View

Wet, miserable and silent.

Three words we both were.

I swallowed as I clutched the steering wheel with my thick fingers, street lights along the road beamed in and out of my car, a subtle warmness dancing around, the heater was on but its power wasn't strong enough to dry our clothes. It definitely wasn't strong enough to dry my pants.

Maybe it could dry her t-shirt, I mean it's material was super thin and almost transparent from the water which had made it cling to her sculpted body like a hospital glove but I tried not to look at her,

"Your phone keeps lighting up." She spoke as my phone's screen lit up for like the f*****g fiftieth time. I sighed as if her observation wasn't obvious.

I ignored her and glanced in the rearview mirror as I noticed her lift up my phone from its compartment with her dainty fingers, the corner of my eye catching her movement.

"Do you mind if I make a call?" She asked nervously, as if I was going to say no.

I shook my head, keeping my eyes on the road and then I couldn't help but look at her for a moment.

She then glanced at me, almost contemplating if she should and then she dialed a number. The sound of her clicking fast had pulled my attention again and then she held the phone up to her ear.

Her hair was dark and wet, falling over her shoulders, melting down her chest with its length in straightness.

She waited.

They answered.

I listened.

I was curious, and maybe I just wanted to figure her out.

I looked at the my t-shirt wrapped around my fist and I knew the bleeding had stopped but I think it would be best to just leave it on their for a while. It didn't bother me while I was driving, I could drive with one hand. I just hope this s**t heals quick, I cant go to the hospital right now and check myself in. I'm a wanted man, but I'm sure I'll be fine, nothing I haven't dealt with before.

"Hey, it's me...um..." She exhaled and then cupped her forehead, her eyes shut for a moment, she was speed thinking. "I'm sorry for leaving, it was wrong of me to just leave and I'm sorry okay, I'll be home soon. I won't do it again, I swear." She swallowed a lump as I adjusted my grip on the steering wheel. 

The feeling of the leather beneath my fingers reminded me that I needed to buy a new car, this one was nice but I have to switch cars every couple of months so that I can stay on the downlow.

"Sure." She nodded. I glanced at her to notice how pale her skin was which only made her naturally pouted red lips stand out.

"Understandable." She responded.

"I'll be home shortly c-calm down." She stuttered to him and then hung up, gently placing my phone back where she had found it.

Probably her parents, or baby daddy. No ring so I guess she's not married.

She exhaled in relief holding her hand over her heart almost trying to calm it. Her hand rested on her chest above the wetness of her hair.

In that moment unanswered questions were like buzzing bee's in my mind, the noise was annoying but I couldn't-

She cut off my thoughts with her next words.

"Gucci." She tried smiling, pulling up a heel that was of course that...woman's.

I couldn't even bring myself to think her f*****g name, as I felt a weight on my chest.

I quickly glanced over and seeing that f*****g shoe in her hand, had made me want to lose my s**t.

My heart raced.

I could see them f*****g again like a piece of s**t movie on replay in my mind.

I quickly snatched the shoe from her hand and demanded that she handed over the other one.

She did, and as soon as I had the pair. I buzzed down my window and tossed them out, leaving them for the wind to claim. I could hear them roll down the road as I buzzed out the coldness of the night by closing the window like a chapter of that woman that I had held open for so long, in the book of my life.

Fucking slut.

"Wanna talk?" I heard Yale ask timidly.

"Do you!?" My voice thick, my eyes glaring in disbelieve as I glanced over at her.

She had bedroom eyes, they were naturally small and narrow,

Long eyelashes too. 

She's f*****g stunning. I wanted to look at her again but I had to keep my eyes on the road.

"I-I..." She paused, "No." she said finally as I caught her looking at my upper body subconsciously biting her lower lip and then she quickly caught her action and stopped it.

I smirked slightly. She thinks I'm hot.

but whoever the father of her baby is, he really has a beautiful baby mama though. 

"How far are you?" I asked forwardly, ignoring the fact that she didn't want to discuss anything.

"Three months." She bit her lip nervously this time sinking her teeth into its plumpness and scratched her arm as she began to shiver.

Three months. s**t.

I swallowed.

"I have a thick bomber jacket on the side of your seat, you can wear it if you like." I swallowed as I stared ahead keeping my eyes forced on the road because it was greedy to look at her again.

"No, I ca-"

"You're freezing put it on." I cut her off and then she did what I had requested almost instantly. She reached to her side to pull my navy blue bomber onto her lap.

She smiled holding it in her grip.

"Thank you." She looked at me in appreciation.

"It's ayt, don't mention it." I said pressing my lips together quite amused at how thankful she was for a bomber jacket.

It makes me wonder why.

"It smells nice." She said sweetly as she put it on.

"Yeah, it's Isimiaki." I informed her.

"It's nice." She said as I switched lanes following the road on the GPS.

"The house on the corner?" I pointed my eyes.

She nodded as I slowed down, lowering the gears.

"Yale?" My car came to a halt.

"Mmmm?" She looked at me before climbing out.

My eyes looked at her eyes, her nose, her lips and every feature of her face in a moment that flew by quickly.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go to a hospital or something, I can take you. I mean don't you wanna check on your kid and see if your kids okay?"

"I'm sure everything's fine Woody, I have a check up in like three days." She smiled thinly "Thanks for offering" she was defensive.

My heart began to beat fast as she tried to lift herself up to leave my car.

"Yale." I pulled her back down into the passenger seat by my bomber that she had coating her upper body.

"What?" She looked nervous and then I placed my hand on her thigh out of instinct because I didn't want her to leave something didn't feel right. Well, me touching her did and when I had noticed my action I instantly felt a weird sensation travel over my body, good weird. She didn't hit my hand off her though, but I felt like it was only right not to touch her without her consent, I don't know her so I corrected my impulsive action and unstuck my fingers from her body.

"I can't let you get out of the car." I was serious. "Why are we f*****g tiptoeing around this giant f*****g elephant. You killed yourself tonight you actually died! If I didn't jump in, your body would be floating in the f*****g lake!" I was scared to let her get out "Yale, you're a person. You have a heart and lungs and organs and s**t, and you have a baby." I looked at her belly "You can't go around f*****g with life, I don't know what you're going through but -"

"Exactly! You don't know!" She was furious as she began to take the bomber off. "You don't even know me, so don't think that you're entitled to tell me what I should and shouldn't do with my life!" She got defensive,

She was no longer timid and frail. She was fire.

"Goodbye Woody!" She shook her head fiercely as I saw her pulling her left arm out of the jacket.

"Keep the bomber. It's cold." I spat.

"No." She said "Thanks for the ride!" She got out, took the bomber off and tossed it onto the seat before she had slammed my car door shut. She has a f*****g nerve. I licked my lips in frustration and then inhaled.

I clenched my jaw not even giving her a f*****g glance as I sped off down the road,

Leaving her.

Just leaving her there.

I shouldn't have.

Yale's point of view.

I walked bare feet up the pathway of our house, honestly I wish I had kept the bomber, but I couldn't.

He wouldn't like that. It wasn't safe for me to do so.

My heart banging in my chest as I turned the front doorknob, trying to creep my way inside. I had to be silent, quick and swift. I didn't want to wake him,

That would be my biggest mistake.

My bare feet kissing the floor as if it had shyly missed it, my breathing irregular as I made my way past the vase filled with red roses from Chad's mother. I hated red roses they're so cliché, she had gotten them to congratulate me on my pregnancy,

As if I actually wanted to have a baby.

I stepped slowly and carefully on the wood and then,

I f****d up.

A squeak like a roar of thunder in my ears. I shut my eyes in that very moment as I felt my body being shoved up against the wall of our living room, my head banged against the surface as I felt his fingers around my throat, squeezing at it tightly as I began to choke.

Shit.

"Chad!" I struggled to speak as I tried digging my fingernails into both of his hands that continued to strangle me. "Ch-Ch!" I couldn't even say his name, I was fighting for air.

His eyes glaring into mine as mine began to tear, but my tears were like cocaine to him.

He let me go.

"Where the f**k were you and why are you wet?" He asked towering over me, those blue eyes were something from a nightmare.

I heard the thunder bang outside. I struggled to catch my breath, I was bent over trying to recover.

"I went to Veronica. Remember she came over-over and told me I-I had to come by and help her with her new jewelry business. The sprinklers at her house caught me on my way out." I lied, I had spent the entire day contemplating my suicide. I swallowed.

He smacked me to the floor, his hard hand hitting my face like bricks. I was weak laying there helpless and defenseless.

"What did I tell you about having friends!"

That I wasn't allowed to, but I didn't say those words I didn't answer him. I was silent.

"By the way you stupid b***h, you smell like cheap cologne. I will not have a w***e raise my baby." He screamed as I laid at his feet "I would kick your face in but your parents are coming over tomorrow and you need to look presentable." He nodded and then kneeled down to pull me up by my hair, I could feel strands ripping out of my scalp.

He brought my cheek to his lips, my head against his.

"If you're f*****g someone else." He kissed my cheek gently "I'll make you regret it." He said throwing my head to the side as my body fell with it onto the cold, hard floor.

My eyes slowly closing, becoming blur as I saw his feet stomp up the staircase, it slapped the wood as if he was abusing it too. He stepped up to vanish from my eyes as they closed with the memory of him in that grey t-shirt on October 5th.

"I love you Yale." Was his last words before I had disappeared from his world in a curled up ball on the cold wood, like nothing,

I was nothing.