I got dressed and all ready for dinner. Chris walked in the door soon after. He looked very frustrated. "You okay?" I asked. "I got a fucking promotion." He said. "Isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "Moneywise yes." He said. He went to the kitchen. "Poor Chris has to actually work now." I giggled. He walked up to me with a water bottle smiling. He took a sip. "And mandatory overtime." "You'll be fine." I said. "You look nice." He said. I smiled. "Oh fuck. I am so sorry I should have called." He said. "What?" "Sarah cancelled again." He said. "Oh." I said looking down at my red coctail dress. "I'm gonna take a quick shower." He said. "I'm taking you out to that new Sushi place." "No, that's okay." I said standing up. "Yes." He smiled. He walked over to me and kissed me. "Chris?" "What?" "Are we like a married couple?" I asked. He laughed. "What?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone keeps telling me that." "We just have a special bond and they're all jelous." He said, then kissed me again. This time he slipped his tongue in, so I pulled him back close to me as he was about to pull away. We kissed for a few minutes, until he stopped. He smiled. "I'm gonna take a quick shower." He said. I nodded smiling. I sat back down on the couch while he took a shower. My phone rang. I answered it and it was Brody. "Yes?" I asked. "Did you sleep with Lukas?" He asked. "No!" "All I needed to know." He said and hung up. "Okay. . ." I said and set down my phone. "Was I fast?" Chris asked as he walked out of the bathroom all dressed and ready to go. "Very. It just might be a record for you." I giggled. "HA HA." He said. We left and he drove us to the Sushi restaurant. It was so good. When we let though, he was pretty drunk. "This is going to be interesting." I said as I got in his car. He had a stick shift and I had never driven one before. I followed his directions and actually made him home. I only stalled four times. He kept laughing at me. "I love you." He slurred as we got out of the car. I helped him up to our apartment. "I think you should take your dress off." He said. "Dance for me. Give me a show." "No." I said laughing. "Shut up." "Blair, please dance." He said. "No." "I would love a striptease." He said. "That's nice. You're not going to get one." I giggled. I went to my bedroom and changed into my red panties with my black baby-t that had a little devil on it. "Oh you litle devil." He slurred. "Come here." "Chris." I said. "What?" "I think you need to go to bed." I said. "After my dance." "You're not getting a dance." I laughed. He stood up. "Oh, that's right." He slurred. He went to the kitchen. "My name isn't fucking Brody." "What?" I asked. He walked back and sat down on the couch. He had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a small glass in the other. "Fuck. I need ice." He said. He got up and went back to the kitchen. He came back with a hand full of ice. He dropped the cubes into his glass and fill it to the rim with vodka. "Ew." I said. He took a big sip, then shook his head with a disgusted look on his face. "If you don't like it, go to bed." He said. "Chris, I think you had enough to drink." I said. He chugged the rest of the glass and poured himself another one. "You thought wrong. I still feel shitty deep down inside of me." He said. He took a big sip of the vodka. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Happy fucking birthday to me." He said, then chugged what was left again and filled the glass again. "Hun." I said. "Cheers." He slurred, then chugged it again. "Chris!" I said. I grabbed the bottle from the table and he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Let go." He said. "No." I said. "Let go of the fucking bottle, Blair." He said. "If you promise you won't drink anymore of it." I said. "I promise." He said. I let go of the bottle and it fell to the table. He let go of my wrist and refilled his glass again. "You're scaring me." I said trying not to cry. "You scare me every fucking day." He said. He stood up quickly and some of the vodka splashed out of his glass. "Every day. You terrify me every day." "How?" "The way my heart feels." He said puting his hand on his chest. "How does your heart feel?" I asked. "Sometimes incredible." He said. "When I am making love to you, my hear feels undescribale." I didn't know what to say. I was pretty sure it was the alcohol talking. "But ussually like shit. Yeah. Shitty. Especially when I find out you made love to someone else." He said. "I'm sorry." I said. I felt my eyes start to tear up. He slammed his glass onto the table. Vodka splashed everywhere. He picked up the glass again. "Fuck!" He shouted, then slammed the glass down again even harder. It shattered and glass flew in every direction. I noticed his hand was bleeding. "Oh my god." I said starting to cry. "I'm fine." He slurred pushing me away from him. "No. You're not." I said. "I am taking you to urgent care." "No." "YES!" I shouted. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosley around his wrist. There was tiny peices of glass in the palm of his hand. He stumbled out to my car and I help him sit down. I spead to the urgent care hospital down the street and rushed inside as he stumbled slowly behind me. I was freaking out and crying. He handed me his wallet and I filled out all of the paperwork. We had to wait an hour before he could even get in. I had to wait another hour and a half before I saw him walk back out to the waiting room with the doctor. He had a cast on over his wrist all the way up to just before his elbow. He just looked at me as the doctor explained the procedure they had to take on him. The nurse handed me his prescriptions and we left. I stormed out ahead of him and waited in the car. I could tell he was still intoxicated. As I went to turn the key to start the car, he put his hand on my arm. I looked up at him and started crying. He hugged me and I cried on his shoulder.
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I got dressed and all ready for dinner. Chris walked in the door soon after. He looked very frustrated.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I got a fucking promotion." He said.
"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked.
"Moneywise yes." He said. He went to the kitchen.
"Poor Chris has to actually work now." I giggled.
He walked up to me with a water bottle smiling. He took a sip. "And mandatory overtime."
"You'll be fine." I said.
"You look nice." He said.
I smiled.
"Oh fuck. I am so sorry I should have called." He said.
"What?"
"Sarah cancelled again." He said.
"Oh." I said looking down at my red coctail dress.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower." He said. "I'm taking you out to that new Sushi place."
"No, that's okay." I said standing up.
"Yes." He smiled. He walked over to me and kissed me.
"Chris?"
"What?"
"Are we like a married couple?" I asked.
He laughed. "What?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone keeps telling me that."
"We just have a special bond and they're all jelous." He said, then kissed me again. This time he slipped his tongue in, so I pulled him back close to me as he was about to pull away. We kissed for a few minutes, until he stopped. He smiled. "I'm gonna take a quick shower." He said.
I nodded smiling. I sat back down on the couch while he took a shower. My phone rang. I answered it and it was Brody. "Yes?" I asked.
"Did you sleep with Lukas?" He asked.
"No!"
"All I needed to know." He said and hung up.
"Okay. . ." I said and set down my phone.
"Was I fast?" Chris asked as he walked out of the bathroom all dressed and ready to go.
"Very. It just might be a record for you." I giggled.
"HA HA." He said.
We left and he drove us to the Sushi restaurant. It was so good. When we let though, he was pretty drunk. "This is going to be interesting." I said as I got in his car. He had a stick shift and I had never driven one before. I followed his directions and actually made him home. I only stalled four times. He kept laughing at me. "I love you." He slurred as we got out of the car. I helped him up to our apartment.
"I think you should take your dress off." He said. "Dance for me. Give me a show."
"No." I said laughing. "Shut up."
"Blair, please dance." He said.
"No."
"I would love a striptease." He said.
"That's nice. You're not going to get one." I giggled. I went to my bedroom and changed into my red panties with my black baby-t that had a little devil on it.
"Oh you litle devil." He slurred. "Come here."
"Chris." I said.
"What?"
"I think you need to go to bed." I said.
"After my dance."
"You're not getting a dance." I laughed.
He stood up. "Oh, that's right." He slurred. He went to the kitchen. "My name isn't fucking Brody."
"What?" I asked. He walked back and sat down on the couch. He had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a small glass in the other. "Fuck. I need ice." He said. He got up and went back to the kitchen. He came back with a hand full of ice. He dropped the cubes into his glass and fill it to the rim with vodka.
"Ew." I said.
He took a big sip, then shook his head with a disgusted look on his face. "If you don't like it, go to bed." He said.
"Chris, I think you had enough to drink." I said.
He chugged the rest of the glass and poured himself another one.
"You thought wrong. I still feel shitty deep down inside of me." He said. He took a big sip of the vodka.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Happy fucking birthday to me." He said, then chugged what was left again and filled the glass again.
"Hun." I said.
"Cheers." He slurred, then chugged it again.
"Chris!" I said. I grabbed the bottle from the table and he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Let go." He said.
"No." I said.
"Let go of the fucking bottle, Blair." He said.
"If you promise you won't drink anymore of it." I said.
"I promise." He said. I let go of the bottle and it fell to the table. He let go of my wrist and refilled his glass again.
"You're scaring me." I said trying not to cry.
"You scare me every fucking day." He said. He stood up quickly and some of the vodka splashed out of his glass. "Every day. You terrify me every day."
"How?"
"The way my heart feels." He said puting his hand on his chest.
"How does your heart feel?" I asked.
"Sometimes incredible." He said. "When I am making love to you, my hear feels undescribale."
I didn't know what to say. I was pretty sure it was the alcohol talking.
"But ussually like shit. Yeah. Shitty. Especially when I find out you made love to someone else." He said.
"I'm sorry." I said. I felt my eyes start to tear up. He slammed his glass onto the table. Vodka splashed everywhere. He picked up the glass again. "Fuck!" He shouted, then slammed the glass down again even harder. It shattered and glass flew in every direction. I noticed his hand was bleeding. "Oh my god." I said starting to cry.
"I'm fine." He slurred pushing me away from him.
"No. You're not." I said. "I am taking you to urgent care."
"No."
"YES!" I shouted.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosley around his wrist. There was tiny peices of glass in the palm of his hand. He stumbled out to my car and I help him sit down. I spead to the urgent care hospital down the street and rushed inside as he stumbled slowly behind me. I was freaking out and crying. He handed me his wallet and I filled out all of the paperwork. We had to wait an hour before he could even get in. I had to wait another hour and a half before I saw him walk back out to the waiting room with the doctor. He had a cast on over his wrist all the way up to just before his elbow. He just looked at me as the doctor explained the procedure they had to take on him. The nurse handed me his prescriptions and we left. I stormed out ahead of him and waited in the car. I could tell he was still intoxicated. As I went to turn the key to start the car, he put his hand on my arm. I looked up at him and started crying. He hugged me and I cried on his shoulder.
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