Chap. 14

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*3 Days Later*


Alice's POV


I parked in his driveway, and took a deep breath. Two cars were here, which means one of them belongs to Amanda. Well, I'm gonna have to face her sooner or later.

I rang the doorbell and waited, my heart pounding in my chest.

As fate would have it, Amanda answered the door. She was all dressed up, and she was holding her keys in her hand. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I'm here to see Blake."

"I wouldn't if I were you. He's a mess. You haven't talked to him in three days. It took a lot of guts for him to do what he did."

I rolled my eyes. "And it took a lot of guts for me to take him back. He isn't a saint."

"Neither are you" she spat. "And you better feel pretty damn lucky you have him."

I sighed. It definitely wasn't worth arguing with her. "Well I'm here to talk to him, so where is he?"

"I told you, don't talk to him right now. He's drunker than shit."

The word drunk stung. I hated alcohol and the effects it had on people. Maybe it's because of my childhood, or my ex-husband, but I can't stand the idea of it.

"Where is he?"

She sighed. "He's in the living room. But don't say I didn't warn you." She looked at her expensive watch. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got places to be."

I bit my lip to keep from insulting her as she stepped around me and walked out to her car. How could she walk so confidently in those stilettos?

I went inside and found the living room. Except, there was no stench of beer. Or any kind of alcohol. And Blake looked completely sober as he flipped through his mail, paying bills.

"Hey" I said, louder than I meant to.

His head jerked up, and a rang of emotions crossed his face. "Hey."

"Amanda told me you were drunk."

He sighed. "Well I'm not. I know how much you hate alcohol."

I sat across from him, and he studied me with his dark eyes.

"I'm sorry" I said.

"For what? I'm the one who needs to be sorry."

I shook my head. "I just left you hanging for three days."

He shrugged. "You needed time to figure things out."

"Well, I did."

I saw him tense up. "And?"

"And I want to try."

"You look so beautiful" mom gushed, as I posed for her.

"I didn't even know you owned a dress like that. You look like twenty years younger" Spencer said, with a teasing smile on his face.

I twirled around. "Do you really like it?"

"It's gorgeous."

"It's the only off-the-shoulder drss I've ever owned."

The doorbell rang, and my heart stopped. He was here.

"Mom, breathe" Trey said, laughing.

"Do I have any lipstick on my teeth" I asked him, flashing him a smile.

He studied my teeth and then shook his head. "You looked red-carpet ready."

I grabbed my clutch purse. "Call me if you need me" I said to Spencer, sternly.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm fine mom."

I looked at his casted leg, now covered in signatures, and nodded. "I know."

I went to the door, and took a deep breath. I opened it, and fell back in surprise at who was there. What was he doing here?


Uh-oh. Who's at the door? :D Could it be Blake? Nah, probably not, right? Or maybe it is... Or maybe it's that crazy guy from the beginning of the story who wanted her to represent him in court? Anybody remember him?

The picture to the right is her dress. Love it?--->

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