Fall ❥ George Shelley |Discontinued|

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CHAPTER NINE

* George's Point Of View *

When I finally settle into a comfortable slumber someone jerks me awake again. It was at least good for the few seconds it lasted. I haven't been able to sleep at all. I've just been worried about Scarlett like mad; it's been driving me mental. My feelings for her have only intensify even in my desperate attempt to get over her. I think I've only shown her my feelings now in her most depressing state.

When I am forced awaken from my five second comforting nap I realise it's Alice who has woken me. I wipe the sleep right out my eyes before I say, "Why the hell must you have woken me up now? I hardly got any sleep last night."

"My plan didn't work," she said bluntly, obviously disregarding my strong attraction and desperation of need I have toward sleep.

"What plan?" I say, rubbing my eyes. How much I loathe Alice for taking me away from slumber!

"The one I had planning to get you and SC together," Alice says as if I know everything that's going on.

"Excuse me?!" I say. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about. I never asked you to get us together."

"I didn't want you to know my plan. You would've ruined it if you knew," she says.

"And what is this so called plan of yours anyway," I ask, more awake.

"I wanted to make you jealous," she starts. I give her a very weird confused face before she continues. "No, please listen," she insists whilst I try to get up and leave. She grabs my forearms and pulls me back down on the couch.

I don't try to object this time. It's not like I have anything better to do. I just sigh when I get back on the couch muttering, "Okay." I snuggle up with the blankets and listen to her story... well, her plan....

"I knew how much you fancy Scarlett so I set up this plan. I wanted you jealous yet protective. I planned my idea with Ryan. He was supposed to be all lovey dovey, making you jealous. I wanted you to want her more so the plan could work out more."

"But I don't get jealous easily. You know that. Was this plan thought out? I was happy for them," I interrupt.

"Shut up Shelley and let me tell you my plan," she says, frustrated. "This is where everyone starts ruining my plan, or as I used to call it: Phrase Two."

"Okay," I say, giving up. I decide to completely shut up and not interject. There was no need in it either way. Apparently, the plan already happened. There is nothing I can do to change the past, although how desperately I wish I could, just for this one time.

"I wanted Ryan to indeed hurt her, but not too much. I guess that's where it started going wrong. I wanted hurt to tell us when he started abusing her but that didn't exactly happen. I only found out that he started phrase two. I wanted her to tell us so you would come in and help her, which you've only begun to do last night. I wanted you to comfort her so she could fall in love with you and you two could be so happy together."

I feel like she is finally done talking so I ask, "Why did you come up with this?"

"I wanted to get you two together because you told me fancy her. The whole plan is wrong because Ryan took it too far and went and damn raped her," she answers. "He was suppose to break her heart last night by breaking up with her, or at least that's what the plan we talked about consisted of, but no. He fucking raped her, which just not only broke her heart but scarred her for life."

"Didn't you ever think that would happen? Because of your plan she is more broken than you could've ever expected," I say, getting up with anger. Before I storm to the room she was staying in I said, "How could you have done that to her?!"