Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter Nine

Yale's Point Of View

I felt the sticky kiss of aunt Miranda's red lipstick as she greeted me at the front door of my home. She was almost forcing herself in as she saw my mother in the background setting up the snacks, while she had shoved a gift, wrapped in blue and white polka dots into my hands.

I swallowed, holding onto the gift.

I stood there for a moment longer trying to calm my anger as I exhaled slowly blinking thrice at nothing before me and then slowly turned around to see Chad and my father conversing about what seemed to be the recent football game.

"Chad!" I called him over, waving my hand, trying to keep myself calm, because I knew that if I tried my luck and was dominant with him in front of our families, he would take revenge on me later when they left, for embarrassing him.

"Yes dear?" Said that piece of s**t, in the most loving tone.

"Can we talk upstairs," I paused and then remembered to ask nicely "please?" I smiled falsely and set the gift down on the table with a vase of flowers beside me.

"Of course, anything for my pregnant queen." He smiled as my mother nudged aunt Becky who was completely in love with Chad and I as a couple.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"They don't make em like that anymore." My mother said in her cute voice as I followed Chad up the staircase and then looked back at her thinking the words "We can only hope they don't." as I gave both her an aunt Becky a polite smile.

"What!?" He shut our bedroom door closed, trapping us inside. His eyes showing me frustration as I threw my hands up in the air completely astonished.

"A baby shower, Chad!? I'm not even halfway pregnant yet!?" I raised my voice knowing he'll make me regret it, but he f***s me up on the regular,

 at least this time I'll know it's coming.

I then folded my arms over my chest as my body stood before him in blue jeans and a white spaghetti top and my hair was tied up in a messy bun. 

"Who the f**k do you think you're talking to?" He said as his eyes switched to the man I only know when I'm black and blue.

I was scared but tried not to show it even though my voice couldn't keep the secret that my body had hid so well.

"B-Be smart," I said in one breath as he came closer, the sound of his steps on the floor coming towards me had made my heart beat faster, he then gripped my neck with his cold hands as I felt my head knock against the cupboard. "our family's here, they'll ask questions." I said before he squeezed his cold fingers around the warmth of my skin. 

His grip had then sent shivers down my spin as my hands then quickly layered above his, while I had felt my lungs take a deep breath in.

Woody,

apart of me wanted him to save me. I wanted to feel safe, Woody made me feel safe.

Chad smiled letting go and then his body and mine became less tense, while his touch became lighter. I felt his hand glide against my skin to the nape of my neck as he kissed my forehead, pulling me towards him forcefully,

I allowed my skin to be touched by his lips without putting up a fight.

"You're having my baby, Yale. I wanted you to have a baby shower. I thought it up last night, while I was f*****g that whore." He laughed under his breath as I swallowed "In the movies the perfect boyfriend would surprise his girlfriend by throwing her a party and she'd love him more for it. Women like surprises and gifts and parties," He said still holding me gently as a tear pushed itself from my eye and melted down my cheek in its warm liquid form "and what better party to throw my pregnant girlfriend than a baby shower."

"You're crazy." I let out in almost a whisper. "How did you get them to come, I'm only three months along." I said referring to my family and his "I told them it didn't matter if you were only at the beginning of your pregnancy. We were both too excited to wait." He smiled before he tucked a loose tentacle like strand of my hair behind my ear.

My heart dropped.

"I don't even want a kid." I said ripping myself from his hold as he pulled me back by my arm, squeezing at my skin and shoved me against the wall again. This time he pulled my hair and I could feel stands ripping out but I knew that if I screamed he would do a lot worse tonight,

when we were alone.

"You ungrateful b***h. I give you my baby, a part of me..." he let go of my hair.

"A part that I didn't want, Chad!" I raised my voice a little higher but no one downstairs could hear us "You r***d me." I said softly, releasing the ball of anger in my throat.

Trying to push back the saltiness in my eyes as if I could hold the sea back from its glistening waves. 

"I'm your boyfriend, you love me! How is that r**e!?" He looked at me as if I was stupid.

I hate him.

I stared into his eyes that I once loved and saw the past in them as if I was purposely searching for his saving grace.

I hated that. I shook my head feeling the waves overflow from its barrier that held it captive as I looked away.

"If I don't want to have s*x with you! If I say no, regardless if you're my boyfriend! That's r**e! Even if I love you..." I knew that I did love him, in a dark twisted way, apart of me did. I thought in a second before finishing "It's still r**e, Chad."

"You're childish." He scoffed. "Wipe your f*****g face," He noticed my tears begin to stream down my cheeks as he neatened himself to go back downstairs, pushing his hair back with his hand so effortlessly. "And if anyone starts asking f*****g questions about why you look like that,

I'll r**e you again." Was the last words he had said before leaving me in our bedroom behind the sound of a closed door,

alone,

broken,

and still his.

Woody's Point Of View

"You find anything?" Denver asked as I read through files trying to focus on finding any leads on our middle man Nico. Nico's been MIA since we last spoke to him about doing the drop, and since Denver and I were struggling to find him, we thought maybe the police would know something.

So that's why we're here, at the police department searching through the files. We got a tip that John would be out of the office today, some party, so what better time to do it when Mr. Cop Boss John, was out and about.

I swear these other motherfuckers are dumb as hell, small time cops in a small time town. Denver and I were out of their league, breaking into this storage room was so f*****g easy.

"Nah." I replied to Denver as I walked past a window and saw my reflection.

Damn ya boy look good in a cop uniform.

"They ain't got s**t on Nico." Denver said stashing back the files and then adjusted his rubber gloves. "We're honestly f****d man, I-" he glanced up to notice me staring at myself as he pushed a box back onto its shelf.

"You wondering if Yale would wanna f**k you in that uniform?" He laughed "Bro she wouldn't, you'll just remind her of John." He joked as I burst out in laughter and then turned around to flip him off, cleaning my teeth with my tongue as playful smirk dangled on my lips.

"Shut the f**k up!" I smiled as he teased.

But then the laughter died out as he was now silently staring at me with curious eyes. He had something on his mind, I knew that look.

Fuck,

 don't tell me he wants to f**k me.

"You want some of this?" I teased and then he chuckled tossing me with an empty box. "No, yo b***h ass ain't my type." He said adding to our string of jokes.

"Playing hard to get doesn't suit you." I said in jest and then he burst out in laughter and then smiled and said.

"But on the real, you've become more yourself again man. I didn't hear you laugh like that in f*****g forever." He said seriously and then I scratched the back of my neck.

I can feel it coming...the Yale talk. I felt uncomfortable talking about her because I wasn't sure of what I would say but I can tell that he was hinting at her being the cause, so instead, I just brought it up because I knew I couldn't avoid it.

"Yeah, she makes me feel...less depressed." I said as I could feel the f*****g heaviness on my heart lift, just thinking about her, "The worlds calm with her in it. You know?"

It was, I felt calmer and she made me feel like that. I exhaled as my eyes searched the labels of the boxes on the dark wooden shelf in front of me.

"You like her?" he asked and then I glanced to see him pulling out a box.

"Of course." I nodded, licking my lips.

Of course I f*****g like her she's nice.

"Nah, I didn't mean like that bro." He was serious.

Fuck, I really don't want to answer this. I shouldn't...but my mouth had a mind of its own.

"She has a boyfriend and they're having a baby, man." I shrugged. I can't get involved in that situation. I'm fragile right now but I know that I need her, so I can't help but to be involved with her, even though I shouldn't be." I nodded.

"You didn't answer me." He said smugly as I ruffled through files trying not to look him in the eye.

"A part of me would be lying if I said I didn't still love Maggie although I'd never take that b***h back. It was real for me, so it's gana take some time to un-love her. but yeah Den" I looked up to see him "I f*****g like her,

The other her."