Betting On Love ✯ George Russell

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❝And I think that you earnestly have waited on apologies
But I can't pretend that I'm sorry when I'm not sorry❞

George Russell POV

I could've lied, I could just decide to get out of this mess but how could I? She tried everything so I wouldn't have to be involved in this mess.

She endangered herself and I didn't care about my pride after something like this.

"I would forgive you, if what we had was real and you love me, I don't care that you left me," I admit and I see the corner of her lips forming what should be a smile.

"So, I do have to say it," she jokes and I remember what I said after the terrified look on her face when I said I loved her. I don't need you to say it back. But I do need her to say it now.

"Things have changed. I need to know what you feel before I can think of any possible future," I am hopeful she will admit to it, that's all I want from her.

"I like you, George," that alone seemed like it cost a whole for her to say and I chuckle.

"So, as a friend? Cause I actually happen to like a few bunch of people but not you. I may even dislike you sometimes but I love you at the end of the day," I want something more, maybe I want too much but I won't settle for less than that.

"I love you, George. And that scares me as fuck, I may have not meant it the last time I said it but the person almost killed me so now that I mean it, I am scared," she finally says it and I hug her, pulling her into me.

"I will never hurt you. I would die for you very honestly, I will never put a hand on you in a way you don't want me to," I assure her as I kiss the top of her head.

"We may not work as a couple," she is nervous and I get it, it's nerve wrecking.

"We worked as a couple, we can do it with no bet behind us. If we can't, we tried. We have to try, no?"

"I think we do have to try, but I can't say I regret what I did, because I don't. If I had been kinder, you would've wondered why I did it. This was the best way to make it work," she confesses as she climbs onto my lap.

"You are right, if you had been too nice I would've known something was wrong. You being a bitch just made everyone think you were running from your feelings like you always do. It was smart, but it could've ended so badly for you," I caress her cheek and she smiles.

"George Russell, do you accept me back? Do you want to be my official boyfriend?" She asks with a smile.

"I do accept. For real, this time. No bets or stupid games," I put my hand in her hair and lean her face closer to mine.

"No bets. Betting on love is too dangerous," she laughs before kissing me and I swear I had never felt lighter than I did right now.

But this didn't change the fact that she had just gotten out of the hospital so I made her dinner while she had a nice and relaxing shower. She came out in one of my shirts, that looked very oversized on her and joined me as I was putting the plates on the table.

"I'm sorry for leaving you in the dark for so long," she mentions as we were finishing and I chuckle.

"You had to, I would've done the same. Don't worry about it, just focus on getting better, the rest is in the past," I try to comfort her and she smiles.

"Your birthday is almost here, so at least we made up before that," she seems happy and I nod.

"Valentine's day too, do we celebrate that or are you against all that?" I ask curiously because one thing about Melanie, she has a beef with the most random things. Especially drunk Melanie, once she was fighting with her bathroom mirror, that was a tough one.

"We can celebrate that one, at home. I don't want to go into overcrowded restaurants or stores, I'm fine with some flowers, some sweets and a few of those cheesy movies," she stands up as we put our dishes in the dishwasher and we go to the bedroom.

We brushed our teeth and I went to take a shower, as I got to bed I notice she already slept. She must've been exhausted. And the next day wasn't much easier.

The lawyer arrived earlier, everything was explained and the lawyer seemed unpreoccupied. I texted Alex letting him know we would be heading to the station and he met us there, hugging Melanie before she went away with the lawyer.

"How is she?" He asks me worriedly and I shrug.

"Honestly, she seems perfectly fine to me. No nightmares, she slept like a rock and we are back on track, I think he was the cause of her stress," I explain as I look around.

"Oh, so she finally said it?" He is surprised, almost as surprised as I was.

"I think it costed her the equivalent of her giving her kidney away but she said it and she was very honest about it all. There was no other way she could've done it but she still could've kept herself safe."

"At least now that fucker is dead, or I would've killed him myself; he has done more than enough damage for a lifetime," he is angry, and I get him. I truly do.

But it lasted for more time than I thought it would've lasted for a self-defense case. Apparently, they had tried to find loopholes, even accusing her of luring him there so she could kill him and claim self-defense. It didn't work, and they ultimately believed her and considered her to have defended herself. The prosecutor didn't doubt it, so he didn't go ahead with it. She is a free woman now.