**A/N: I have really big ideas for this & if I don't skip forward it'll just be all fillers, so I'm skipping a few months.**
Chase and I have been dating for about six months now, but Chase has changed. He gets really irritated really quick, over really small things. I didn't know if it was something I did, or something he heard from someone else. All I knew is I had to be really careful about what I said. And that was the last thing I wanted in a relationship. As bad it was, I gave it all I could, until one night changed everything.
I went over to his place after I talked with Erik for a while.
"Hey," I said as I walked in.
"Hey," he responded, clearly upset about something.
"Chase, what's wrong?" I went to hug him, but he pushed me away.
"Nothing."
"There's something wrong, just tell me."
He was silent for a while. "Why are you cheating on me?"
"What?"
"I saw you over at Erik's," he yelled.
"I was at his house because I haven't talked to him in three months," I yelled back.
"Then why'd you hug him?"
"Oh, so I can't hug my friends now?"
"Ever since you've been back here, you've just turned into a slut."
"Excuse me? So I date you and I hug my best friend, and that suddenly turns me into a slut? It's not like I'm sleeping with him at the same time I'm sleeping with you."
"How do I know you're not?"
"You grew up with me for 18 years. How could you accuse me of that?"
"Well I guess I love you too much, and I don't want to let you go."
"If you really loved me, you would trust me and you wouldn't be saying these things."
We fell silent. I walked towards the door. "I'm gonna give you choice," I said. "Either I can stay here and we can fix this, or I can walk out of this door right now."
He placed a hand on either side of the door frame. His face was inches from mine. He said sternly, "Leave."
"Fine," I replied. "But when your one night stands become too much for you, don't come crawling back to me."
I slammed the door.
*********
I got back to my apartment. I was hurt, mad, upset, confused, so I did something I told everyone I would never do. I grabbed my bottle of whiskey and drank straight from the bottle.
Two hours and half a bottle of whiskey later, Ryan walked in.
"You alright?" Ryan asked me.
"Yep," I answered.
"Are you sure, because you sure because you're drinking whiskey right out of the bottle." He sat down next to me. "Tell me what's going on."
"Chase and I had a fight."
He sighed. "I'm sorry, you'll get through it."
I took a deep breath. "Ryan, we broke up."
"Wow...," he said. "Do you need anything?"
"I think it's better if I'm alone for a little bit."
"Ok, take care of yourself."
I nodded. I heard the door latch as he left my apartment.
Taking care of myself is easy. Taking care of this pain is a different story.
