Hope's Chance (11 page)

When I finally arrived back home it was after two. The lights in the main house were all out. I was quiet as I made my way to the pool house. Once inside
,
I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed. As much as I tried to not think about it, Hope flooded my mind. When I succumbed to sleep I dreamed of her all night long.

Chapter 13

Hope

I
didn’t
hear my father and Buffy leave this morning, but after I looked at the clock, I knew they had. I stayed in bed as long as I could, until I heard noises coming from downstairs. I managed to get myself up and dressed before deciding to go ahead and take a trip to the hardware store alone.

My father had left me his credit card, as well as fifty bucks in case I wanted to have friends over and order pizza. He knew I wasn’t into having parties, so there was not a question of trust there.

After my long bath last night I had finally relax. When I started to drift off while still in the tub, I climbed out and went straight to bed. I worried that I would be restless after my confrontation with Chance, but I slept through the night without waking up.

Once I was dressed and pulled my hair up in a ponytail, I headed downstairs to grab some fruit to eat before I headed out. I found Chance in the kitchen reading the newspaper while eating an apple. At
first,
I ignored him, as I
looked
in the fridge for something to eat and drink. When I realized he was eating the last apple I felt frustrated.

“Thanks for eating my breakfast.” I announced.

He looked down at the half eaten apple and tossed it across the counter. “Help yourself princess. I lost my appetite.” He said as he walked out of the back door.

I stood there shocked. Did he really just throw an apple at me?
Furthermore
, did he just call me princess?”

The blood was boiling in my body. I rushed out behind him leaving the door wide open. “What did you call me?”

“You heard me.”

“Say it again Chance. I dare you!”

He laughed at me. “You dare me? What are you going to tell your daddy? I’m so scared.” He threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t have time for this shit today.”

“Wait! How dare you talk to me like that?”

He walked up to me, his eyes never leaving mine. When he grabbed my arm I tried t
o
pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Talk to you like that? What about you talking to me like that. It goes both ways Hope. Maybe you should practice what you preach.”

Tears filled my eyes when I remembered what I had said to him last night. “Chance wait!”

He kept walking away from me. “Chance?”

After I waited at least two minutes and he didn’t come back, I headed back into the house and grabbed my keys. I cried the whole way to the hardware store. It took me about three seconds to pick a color for my room. I waited as the guy mixed it for me and then paid for it. I took my time getting home, stopping by a drive-thru to get a milkshake.

I wasn’t in a rush to go home, or to paint. My best friend was away with some strange new boyfriend and I was stuck home alone with the douche bag.

Perfect.

When I pulled up at the house I noticed Chance on a ladder. He had removed his shirt and sweat glistened all over his back. Even as mad as I was at him, I couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly sculpted back. Every muscle was perfectly defined. I tilted my glasses down to get a better look, but as I did he turned to look my way.

I grabbed my purse and the paint stuff and pretended like it never happened.

When I reached the front door he had already gotten back to hammering away
at
something. I walked directly into my room and started covering everything with plastic. Once I got the paint out and started working on the corners, I lost track of time. I had my IPOD hooked up to speakers and I sang along to the music as I painted.

A few hours had passed and I was already
done
all of the cutting in. The
edges and the corner
s
were all painted with two coats. I had chose a grayish blue color and it went perfectly with my black and white comforter set. I didn’t want my father to h
ave to buy me a new one when mine
was in fine shape still.

I poured more paint into the pan and started rolling the walls. A song that I loved came on and I began singing it, belting out the lyrics.
I was f
acing the window when I heard someone laughing. I jumped so high as I turned around and saw Chance leaning against my doorway. He had his arms f
olded against his chest and a
smile on his face. I ran toward the IPOD and turned off the music.

“You should think about trying out for America Idol.” He joked.

“What are you doing in here Chance?”

“Well, I came inside to make a
sandwich
, but when I heard you singing I had to check it out. I didn’t know you were singing. It kind of sounded like you were in excruciating pain. God knows I was after  hearing it.” He laughed.

I picked up a paint brush and threw it straight at his face.
Before
he could even duck, blue paint slapped against his cheek. He took his hand and ran it across the wet paint on his face. “You little bitch. Did you just throw a paintbrush at my face?” He asked as he started walking in the room toward me. He had me cornered. I couldn’t run. I was pressed up against the wall.

“Chance I am sorry. Really I am. I swear.” I pleaded.

He kept my body pressed
against
the wall. His teeth were tight together and he looked so pissed. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed until I let go of the roller I had in my hand. Once he was holding it, he held me tight against the wall with one hand and rolled the paint from the top of my head down to my chest.

I closed my eyes and screamed, but nobody could hear me. Once he was satisfied, he let his guard down and I grabbed the roller out of his hand, flinging
the
paint toward him. He didn’t bother wiping it off, but instead came running at me knocking me down onto my plastic covered bed.

I expected him to hold me down and torture me, but instead he stared at me. With one hand, he moved a piece of hair out of my face while keeping his eyes on mine.  We were both breathing pretty heavy from the chase and him being this close to me made me forget why I was mad at him in the first place. When he brushed his lips against mine I let out a quiet moan. Our faces were covered in paint, but our mouths didn’t care. Chance
’
s bare chest was pressed against me and once his tongue found mine, I couldn’t keep myself from touching him. He started to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back. I couldn’t stop kissing him. I didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted like salt and heaven and I wanted more.

I had thought about him for so many days, for so many nights. I just wanted to be with him again.

Chance reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I helped him get it off, and even unhooked my bra, bef
ore he made the attempt. When his
hands cupped my breasts I threw my head back and let out another moan. He stared into my eyes while he licked each of my nipples slowly, like he was savoring them. Before he pulled away he kissed each of them again. I pulled him up to my mouth and stroked my tongue against his. When he stuck out his tongue for me to take, I sucked on it
before
releasing it and kissing him again.

My mouth
kissed its way down his neck and this time he was making the sounds.

His hands were on my pants. They didn’t have buttons so he kneeled down next to the bed and pulled them off of me
.

I must be dreaming.

Chance

I had denied myself this for too long. All of those cold showers led me right back into her arms. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her, to feel her lips against mine. I wanted to taste her again. I kissed her stomach and then each of her thighs. She knew what I
was
going for and she spread her legs wider
for me. As my mouth touched her sweet spot she arched her body back in pleasure. “Oh yes!” She cried out.

I continued savoring her until she collapsed against my mouth.  Before I could wipe off my face to kiss her, she pulled my lips into hers. The idea of her tasting herself turned me on more than she could have guessed. I pulled myself out of my shorts and drove it deep inside of her. She let out a cry, but I couldn’t stop. I knew I only had seconds before I would be done. I had waited too long for this.

When I finally finished she held me tight against her body. I looked up into her eyes and she stared back at me. I leaned my head down and kissed her soft lips. God had I missed them.

“Chance.”

“Yeah?”

“I missed you.”

I wanted to tell her that I missed her, Hell I wanted to say a lot more than that, but I couldn’t let myself feel that way again. I promised her father I wouldn’t do this. I was going to be
a
dead man.

“I can’t Hope.” She started to pull me back against her. “It isn’t that I don’t want to. I promised your father that I wou
ldn’t. I can’t lose
the only family I have left. I am so sorry.” I said as I pulled up my shorts.

“He doesn’t have to know Chance. Please don’t go.” She begged.

“Hope there are things that you don’t know about me. I can’t change the past. We can’t keep doing this. You know it isn’t right.” I tried to explain.

“I don’t care about your past Chance. Don’t you get that? I just want to be with you. It is all I think about.” She admitted.

Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Please don’t cry Hope.”

“Are you still mad at me for what I said last night? I didn’t mean it. I have no idea why I said it. I just wanted you so bad and you wouldn’t even look at me. It was making me so mad.” She confessed.

“I did look at you. I looked at you so many times Hope. All I thought about was that night.”

She grabbed me and twisted her hands into mine. “Tell me why you don’t want me Chance. What happened to you? What
happened to make you not be willing
to let me in?”

“I told you that I promised your dad. I would be homeless if he found out Hope. Is that what you really want?”

“Of course not, but there has to be a way for us to be together.”

“Hope, I have considered ever
y option. Maybe if you were eighteen it would be different.”

I tried to look away but she caught my attention. “So it is because I’m not eighteen? Jesus, technically I am. I graduated High School and have my diploma. I am independent. What more can I do?”

“That’s just it Hope, you can’t do anything. I made a promise to Mark that I wouldn’t touch you. Please understand.”
I couldn’t argue about it anymore.
I leaned over and kissed her forehead, leaving my lips there
for a longer time than usual, before walking out of her room and heading back downstairs.

Chapter 14

Hope

I sta
yed in my room for the next few
hours, crying my eyes out. I truly believed that at any minute Chance would come back into the house and say he changed his mind, but he never did.  When I finally realized he wasn’t coming back in, I got redressed and finished painting my room.

I kept myself occupied, but never belted out a tune again.
After another hours worth of work, I managed to get everything cleaned up, except for myself. I mostly had paint on my face and in my hair. There was still some on my arms, but it was peeling right off.

I thought abo
ut taking another bath, in hopes
that it would make me tired and I could go to sleep. I needed to eat, but the last thing I wanted to do was see someone who
did not
even want me, someone I was never
allowed
to have.

I had to do something. There had to be a way for us to be together. I
could not
stand living in this house another moment and knowing he was just outside my door. My mind was a cesspool of knowledge and I couldn’t find a loophole. There was no way my father would ever let me be with Chance, and he wasn’t willing to go against my
dad’s
wishes. It was almost
as if
my dad had something on him.

He kept talking about things from his past and his sister even hinted about something bad that happened. I felt horrible for saying those things about him living in a pool house. I don’t know why I had done something so completely horrible like that. The worst part is that I thought the pool house was great. If he could only see the shack that we had to live in at my grandmother’s he would have been
appalled
.