Ready to find out whom Chloe's attacker is? I know you guys didn't see it coming, but I felt like my story wasn't very exciting so I had to add SOMETHING :)
Enjoy!
"Chloe! Watch out!" Alek sprung across the bed, attacking my attacker.
He pinned him to the floor, pulling back the dark hood that masked his face. "Brian? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, taken aback.
An evil grin tugged at his lips. "I love you Chloe King!" He shouted.
"My name is Chloe Petrov. I don't love you, Brian. You need to go away and never come back. "I said.
"Wait, you married him? How could you, Chloe? He doesn't know what love is! I could show you love!" He sounded desperate. Alek knew what love is. I have a swollen stomach to prove it. It took a minute, but I finally got up from the bed, showing off my stomach, and strode out of the room, not saying another word.
I could hear Alek playing his Jocko part, bullying Brian, and giving him a piece of his mind. Finally, Brian left, and Alek came to the living room, where I was sitting on the couch, thoroughly confused. Hadn't I made it obvious the first time that I didn't love him? I couldn't. But Alek showed me what it was like to truly love. And I know that I didn't really love Brian, but I still cared for him. We were still friends.
"Chloe, are you ok?" Alek asked, genuine care plastered on his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought I made it clear the first time." I said, smiling up at him. Apparently my smile wasn't very persuasive, because he didn't buy it.
"Chloe, do you love him?" What? How could he even think that?
"No, of course not!" I sighed. "Alek, look. Yes, I care about him. He's my friend. But I don't love him. I love you. I didn't really know what love was until you showed me. And I know that I love you. That's that." I said firmly.
"Chloe, if you still love him…" I cut him off.
"Alek, I DO NOT love him." I was almost yelling now. I was so sick of him thinking that I loved him. And I was also VERY sick of these pregnancy hormones. I needed to take a walk. I grabbed my coat, and stepped outside. He didn't follow me. I was grateful for that. It must have been pretty obvious that I needed a few minutes alone. I walked on the sidewalk for fifteen minutes before I decided it was time to go back home. I had calmed down enough to have a rational conversation.
I made my way back, taking my time. It was still pouring rain, and I was drenched. I walked up our front steps, and the door was locked. There was a note on the door. Went to the store. Be home soon. I groped around for my key chain, realizing it was in my purse, which was in the house. So I went around, trying the back door. I even tried a few windows, but gave it up quickly, realizing I wouldn't be able to get through them even if I did happen to get one open.
Giving up on getting in the house, I sat on our swinging bench under the eve. I was cold, wet, shivering, and pregnant. Not my favorite combinations. I swung back and forth and back and forth and back again for at least a half an hour before Alek finally pulled up. When he saw me sitting there I heard him mutter some incoherent words and he quickly ran up the steps, taking out his key, and opening the door, allowing me to step in first.
"I'll just go get you a towel, then." He said turning to run up the stairs.
"Yeah..." I muttered. He was back down with a white fluffy towel within the minute, helping me take my sopping coat off. "Thanks."
"Chloe, you know I didn't mean it, right? I was just being… being…" He couldn't find the right word. Alek at a loss for words? That was a first. I giggled.
"Just being you, Alek. I know I would have been a little over-protective about it if it had been you. I'm sorry for getting so worked up." I apologized.
"I'm sorry for accusing you of something we both know isn't true." He pulled me in for a kiss, molding around my large stomach. The baby kicked, very hard, at him. He smiled. "I love you Chloe. And I love our baby." He said, exaggerating the "our", because he knew I liked it so much. My baby was going to have an amazing dad.