One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 39: Change

~~~You came and suddenly I was weak beyond control. I had given you my soul. My life was no longer mine. I love you more than life itself, I'll never love anyone else. I've tried to stop myself so many times it hurts me. A love like ours where can it go? I must be strong because I know it's wrong for me to stay and love you...~~~

-Ennio Morricone-

It really shocked me that I could hardly move from my place. But when he accidentally pushed or should I say kicked the decorative jar near the entrance, it was then that I immediately ran to him. "Hey, what happened to you?"

The first question that came out of my lips when our eyes met and I wasn't sure if it was sadness or pain that I saw in his eyes. But I refrained to ask him about it as I thought it wasn't important at that moment. I must first ask him if he's fine, what happened to him and where he got those bruises on his lips and one on the corner of his eyes.

"I just met someone rude at the bar!" Anger can still be heard in his voice. "We got into a fight.

I tried to breathe through my mouth as I really hate the smell of alcohol. It started when I was still pregnant with Cali and I don't know why I still have it until now.

"You got into a fight at the bar? I thought you had a client meeting at the Buena Vista Restaurant, so why were you at the bar?" I asked, simply glancing at the wall clock. "Anyway, it's already 10:30 pm, have you eaten dinner?"

"I'm going upstairs." He didn't answer any of my questions which got me confused.

"Hey---"

"I'm going to sleep in my room tonight."

That left me open-mouthed and stuck in my place for a few seconds.

"B-But why? You've been sleeping in my room since last month, so why do you suddenly want to sleep in your room tonight?" I asked running to help him walk upstairs.

But again, my mouth hung open when he took my hand off his shoulder and continued to walk as if nothing had happened.

"Luke..."

He stopped just when we reached the second floor and turned to me.

I'm drunk,

him

answered your

"But---"

As much as possible, I don't want her to know I'm drunk and I'm sure you understand

answered my question yet. What are you doing in a bar when you said you had a late meeting

his eyes tightly for which I hadn't understood

I have to tell you everything that happens in my life every day, Samantha?" He asked or I should say he whispered-yelled as he loosened his tie and

didn't that's not what I mean, I just want to know what happened to you because I'm worried." I tried to get closer to him, but he immediately slumped on the

did he suddenly get mad? What's

want

can we just

his hand

at him shocked

"O-Okay---"

door when you leave." And he took the other pillow and put it on the back of his

just nodded, even

my spot, looking at him with dismay and

minutes later, I

and with one final glance to his snoring figure, I finally went out

wall the moment I closed the door behind me. I don't know, but worry started to creep in me. I can't explain why there is a part of me that is afraid after seeing the familiar emotions in his eyes earlier. There were sadness and pain in them. Those emotions I've seen first when his ex-girlfriend left

"Mommy?"

she didn'call me. She

you doing here? Why did you get up?" I

you weren't in bed, so I went out to find

"Oh, I'm sorry."

you doing here? Does my daddy already arrived?" She asked pointing to

but she

he inside?" I nodded. "Can