Give Me A Chance

When everything turns against us, when the heart is no longer strong, and there's nothing to hold on to, I choose love, I choose you, only if you....Give Me A Chance❤ A lot is going on in my head right now and I feel, maybe I should just tell him, get it all out, for peace of mind. I can feel his heart beat faster as I lean on his chest. I turn to look at him, his eyes are so focused on the TV. He can't just ignore me, and pretend like nothing happened because something happened and we won't just ignore it. I get up from his chest and look at him. His jaw is tightened and he looks tensed. "Babe I..." My phone vibrates. I pull it from my pocket and check the caller, it's an unknown number and I already know who it is, so I ignore it. "Aren't you going to answer that?" "It's not important." I hang up the call and place my phone on the bed. It vibrates, again. This time my heart starts beating faster. I want to hang up, but before I can do that, he snatches it away and picks the call instead. I try to snatch it away from him, but he moves his hand. This can't be good at all. "Hello." He stays quiet and I can see his face turn into a frown. I know what is going to happen next so I slide away from his arms and try to move away from the bed, but I feel him grab my arm. He places the phone down and turns to look at me, I'm looking at any other place but him, I know how this will go and no amount of explaining will make him understand. "It was a male voice." His voice is calm, so calm that I'm a little worried. "He didn't say anything after he heard my voice but I'm sure you know why." His voice is coming out as a whisper but by the way he is tightening his grip on my arm, I'm sure his anger level is so high right now. "I...I... don't know him." The moment my voice comes out shaking I internally face palm myself, I already messed up. Now I look so suspicious. "Nice, so who was the caller?" I take in a deep breath and when I release, it's shaky. I don't know what to tell him, he won't even believe a single word I'm going to tell him. He pulls me closer to him and looks me straight in the eye. "I'm going to ask you for the last time and I want you to be very honest with me, okay?" I nod, I can see a stream of sweat rolling from his temple. "Who was the damn caller?" He raises his voice this time, which startles me a little. "I don't know, maybe a fan." "Pascaline look at me!" I hate it when he calls me that but I still turn to look at him. His eyes look bloodshot and I can spot some veins popping. "Are you cheating on me?" "What? No." I feel the grip on my arm loosen and I take the opportunity to move away from him and take a few steps back. "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm...not g..oing anywhere." I take another step back, he always scares me when he gets angry. "Stop walking away and tell me the truth." He gets out of bed and I quickly run to the door. I turn the handle but it's locked, I had totally forgotten we always lock the door when we are in the room. I feel his presence behind me and his heightened breathing scares me even more. "So you really are cheating on me?" He turns me around and pins me on the door. "I'm not cheating on you." I garner a little confidence and look him in the eye. I won't let him accuse me of cheating when he is the one that has been cheating ever since we started dating. "You know I made you the household name that you are." No, he didn't. "So before you think of lying to me, think first on what I can do to your career." His physique is quite intimidating given that he is bigger and I'm smaller there's no way I will get out of this place if I don't tell him the truth. "I'm not cheating on you, that was someone who is interested in me but I swear I'm not interested in him." My voice is coming out clearly and I'm glad that he won't suspect anything. "But you went ahead to give him your number when you weren't interested?" He asks with a raised brow. "I didn't give him my number, I don't know how he got it." My whole body is shaking and I'm thinking of ways that I can get out of here unharmed. I don't know how I got myself into this relationship in the first place, I guess it was the pressure of being famous and the need of wanting to fit in, date a fellow actor keep the fame and fans happy. "If I ever find out you are cheating on me, I'll make sure you are down to nothing, I will destroy you and your career, mark my words." I know he is not kidding with his threat, he is so good at keeping his word. Just then my phone vibrates again, I really hope it's not that same number. He left the phone on the bed and there's no way I can get to it before him. He walks hurriedly towards it and I expect he will pick it again but instead he hands it over. "Your 'fan' is calling, again." He quotes the fan word and I swear every time he raises his voice, my heart beats even faster. "Pick it." I know better than to pick that call so I don't. "I said, pick it!" I feel a tear fall as I swipe to pick the call. "Put it on loudspeaker." I do as he says. It's not like I have that much of a choice. Lucky enough the caller ends the call before I can say a single word. "I need to leave." "You're not going anywhere." He is making things harder than I thought, I just want to get out of here before things get worse. He is angry and anytime he gets pissed off I get the end of his anger, he thinks I'm cheating when he is the one that cheated. "Ronald you need to stop treating me like this, I said I'm not cheating and I don't see why you don't trust me when I've never cheated before, the only one cheating in this relationship is just you." "So what? It's a tit for tat game?" What is wrong with him? How many times do I have to tell him I'm not cheating on him? "I caught you with her Ronald but I still forgave you and you are here getting all worked up because of a phone call that doesn't even mean anything." His eyes flicker and I can see the guilt but it quickly fades off. "It was a mistake and we took care of it." "No, you took care of it, Ronald, it was all you, I didn't do anything." He folds his fist tightly and groans angrily as he walks away from me. I take this as my opportunity to get out, I unlock the door and before I can step out I feel my body being pulled back and I fall on the ground with a thud. "You can't leave me" "Just let me go home." "Are you leaving me?" I roll my eyes when he says that, he's just being so complicated. "I just want to go home." The tears keep falling as he holds my arm and pulls me to stand up. "I'm not going to let you get out of here and ruin my name." I don't know what he is talking about. He pushes me against the wall that I hit the back of my head, the pain is excruciating that I almost lose consciousness for a moment. When his hand moves to my neck and he starts choking me, I know that what I have been scared of is finally happening. I'm struggling to breathe and I feel as blood is draining from my body. He is going to kill me, he always said the day I'd think of leaving him would be the day I say goodbye to life. I always thought it was just some joke but he meant every word he said. Maybe I've done a lot of things in my life that I'm not proud of, one of them being involved with Ronald, but one thing I'm so sure is that I'm not going to give him the privilege of ending my life. He thinks he made me the person I am, but I made my own name, I sacrificed my childhood for this fame and I won't let him end it. I can't breathe, but I need to fight this, I kick him in the groin and he falls back bending over. I hold my chest as the painful coughs come out. I slowly move to the door and he grabs me by the hair and pulls me back, I let out a yelp as I follow the direction he is leading me my hands holding back my hair to reduce the pain. "You're not leaving me." I don't have the strength to fight him but with the remaining strength, I push him and he stumbles back. I can't tell how fast it happens but all I can hear is him groan as his head connects with the corner of the bed and he falls down, he doesn't move and I don't bother to check if he is fine. I unlock the door and run for my life, all this while I can't control the sobs, I think I can hear someone call my name but I'm not going to stop. He almost killed me, he was a guy I trusted, someone I loved and he almost killed me. Everything is moving in circles, I get into my car and drive to that one place that I always run to. Home, to my mother. She always takes me in when things go wrong. No matter how many times I mess up, my mom always has my back. I can't see clearly as I drive, I spot a group of paparazzi outside our compound. It's been long since they congested our home so I'm a little surprised. Before I can unlock the car door, they are already surrounding my car. Damn, I hate them. "Miss Pascale, what do you have to say on the death of your boyfriend Ronald Evans?" Everything stops moving for a moment when she says that. Ronald is not dead, he can't be dead. "I don't know what you're talking about." I try to walk away from them but they keep asking more questions. I hear sirens from a distance, police sirens, I already know what is going to happen next and when the police officers walk out of the car and walk towards me, I know this is the end of everything I've worked for. "Miss Pascale Stephens, you're under arrest for the death of one Mr. Ronald Evans, you have a right to a lawyer, anything you do or say can and will be used against you in the court of law." The officer handcuffs me just as my mom walks out of the house. I can see the disappointment in her face, I failed her. ==========