I woke the next day at 11:57 to a loud rapping on the door of Chase's apartment. I looked over at Chase to see if it had disturbed him, but other than a soft grumble and a twitch of his foot he was sound asleep. I hopped off the bed and made my way to the door, I was already fully clothed. Just wearing a pair of Chases sweat pants and a jumper, I checked my appearance in the mirror on the way and realised I looked like a combo of the Doc from Back To The Future and a poodle. I quickly pulled my hair back into a pony tail with an elastic band, Chase kept them on the stand by the door, licked my lips and opened the door.
It was none other than Officer Monté standing there, staring down at his shoes. He looked up at me and the same expression he had on his face I think I must've had on mine. Confusion, annoyance and exasperation.
"Miss Storm?" His tone suspicious.
"Why are you here, Officer?" I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. His presence was beginning to irk me.
"Well I'm here to question, Mr Mass...but again I've come across you. Not him." I didn't like his tone.
"I told you everything last night, there is nothing more you need to know." I tried to shut the door, but he stuck his great big clown foot in the way. "You need a warrant if you want to come in...Officer."
"I can come in if I've cause to, such as harbouring a fugitive." He said, trying to sound all smug.
"A fugitive? I'd hardly call Chase a fugitive, especially since you've not actually got him for doing anything wrong. Oh, and this is his house, so I can't be harbouring him..." I said just as smugly, "now if you'd like to leave a message with me, I can make sure it gets to him and maybe get him to give ya'll a call...or even come see ya. But until I can pass that message along, you take care now." I gave him one last million dollar smile and shoved the door as hard as I could, pushing his foot out along with it and finally getting it shut.
"Who was that?" Chase was suddenly behind me, not dressed at all.
My eyes instantly darted to him private area and widened. Yup, morning glory alright. Good thing I answered the door first. His abs tight, and the muscles in his chest and across his shoulders taught, he was stressed. He'd had a restless night, and I don't just think that because I was kicked a couple times, but because he most definitely did not look well rested. "Just Officer Monté, again."
"Oh, what's he want now?" He turned, waking towards the kitchen. Oh my word, that ass was sculpted by angels I swear.
"Same as last night, to ask you questions about the other Wednesday. Told him i'd get you to call, don't worry about it though," I paused long enough to get some jeans out the hamper and chuck them to him, "not like he's got any evidence. He's just fishing, and if it keeps on you can have him done for harassment..." He wasn't listening.
He was still holding his jeans, hadn't started to put them on, but had began to smile, "I'm not putting these on,"
"Uh, and why not?" I put my hands on my hips, this man could be so dang stubborn at times.
"I'm not putting them on, Storm, because they'll only be coming off in a minute or so anyway..." He was full on grinning now, "because I'm about to take your Texan 'hide' to humpback canyon!"
"That makes no sense, whatsoever Chase. Now you put those pants on!" I pointed from the jeans, to him, to his thing and back to the jeans.
His smile was primal, and I was about to get it! I darted for the bathroom, hoping to lock myself in. I wasn't in the mood, I had to go to the library, needed to see my mom and what's more I wanted to eat! I was so dang hungry. As soon as i'd locked the bathroom door I turned, only to remember what I'd so stupidly forgotten, that the bathroom could be accessed via the hall just off from the kitchen and the bedroom. Before I could even make it halfway to locking the other door he was in there...with me...naked.
"I can't!" I blurted.
"You...can't?" He asked. Not comprehending.
"Well it's not that I 'can't' but Chase, I really don't want to..." I bit my lip and flinched.
"Yeah, but Storm...I want to and quite frankly, I need to!" He stepped towards me.
My breathing quickened, I felt my pulse racing and I started to sweat, badly. I hated feeling like this, I wanted to help him, wanted to protect him but I couldn't do this all the time...not like this.
"Do you really want to do it with me when I'm unwilling?" I asked, he was standing flush against me now, one hand at the back of my neck and the other on the door to the side of my head, he definitely looked like he wanted to. "It'd be rape!"
He didn't look like he wanted to now, he looked like I'd just doused him in ice water.
"I'd never hurt you!"
"Chase, I know...but you do," was all I could say. He stepped back, there was about half a foot between us, "I think you need to get help..."
His hand whipped out, slapping me hard across the face. My cheek started to sting immediately, my eyes filled with tears and I dropped to my knees. I put my hand to the cheek he'd just walloped and looked up at him. I saw anger in his eyes, but regret mostly. Regret at what he just done. Slapping a woman. At slapping the only person to ever stick around him long enough in his life. However, I couldn't help but take part of the blame, I'd never told him no before. That's like telling a heroine addict no, or an overeater no to another slice of cake...it's hard for them to handle.
He turned his back on me and left the room. Leaving me slumped against the door, in tears.