Did You Get Enough Love

4. Cigarette for Your Love

"Hello?"
"Ally..."

"Y/N, what's wrong?" The brunette could here your tears and distress through the phone. "I don't know what to do." You cried into the speaker. The other line cut off and soon there was a knock on your door. You couldn't even make it to the bottom of the stairs, she was already standing in the foyer, eyes looking for you.

"Come here." Ally opened up her arms allowing you to cry into her shoulder. Tears stained the fabric of her shirt, but that was the last thing on the woman's mind. "Did she hurt you?"

Did she hurt you?

After a few moments of silence, Ally pulled you out in-front of her. Your eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment. We're you not good enough? "Look at me." Ally's fingers hooked your chin lifting it up. "I'm right here. You can tell me." She brushed stray hairs from your face pushing them behind your ear. "She's sleeping with someone else." You whispered falling back into her arms.

Yes. She did hurt you.

Ally stood there with you in the entryway of your home, in her hold rubbing circles on your back until you could speak again. "They aren't mine-" you sobbed out. "What isn't yours sweetie?"

    You started up the stairs, Ally trailing behind to your bedroom. You pulled the yellow lace from the drawer they were hiding in. "Are you sure they aren't Billies?"  Ally held your hands down covering up the fabric. "She hates yellow." A slight chuckle escapes your lips.

    "She hates yellow!" You yelled out of hysteria. Looking over them you noticed the rip in them. "See that." You point to a rip in the fabric. "She rip them off of her so quick, she probably didn't even notice."  You laugh.

    Ally's eyes are wide, she's unsure how to take this by how your acting. "You're taking this extremely well." She cracks a small grin. "Oh no, I'm heartbroken, but like who the fuck wears yellow lingerie?" The two of you break out in a laugh. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing. I should be crying wondering who the mistress in yellow is." Ally takes the panties putting them back in the drawer. "Well, she's not in it anymore."

    You flop down on the bed staring at the ceiling. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this." Ally laid next to you taking your hand in hers. "Don't be, besides what are neighbors for?" You and the brunette share a quiet moment together, before a familiar wave of sickness shocked you once again. Racing to the bathroom slamming the door behind you, you leaned over the toilet. It was all too familiar at this point.

    "You alright? Do you need anything?"  Ally knocked. "Can you go to the store really quick?" It was more of a suggestion than a question. "Of course, what do you need?" You heard Ally wrestling in her purse for her keys.

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    It was late in the night now, Ally had helped you from your sick spell before going home for the night. She offered to stay until Billie got home, but you argued not knowing when that would be.

    You had gone to bed a while ago, but failed to fall asleep. With a racing mind and aching body it was nearly impossible. Once you started to drift off you heard the crackling of the pavement driveway. She's home.  Keys jingled in the door, heels tapping on the hard wood floor until they were thrown off. Her purse was placed on the kitchen counter like all the other nights the blonde came home late.