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Chapter 15

*Stevie POV*

I froze. I clenched my teeth and I could feel my face growing pale. I looked back to where Ally was sitting and saw that she was gone making me panic even more. I quickly went to my contacts and called her. "Fuck." I said aloud as the line went to voicemail. A dilemma between my girlfriend who ran away probably because she was either angry or afraid and a person from her past whom I just met that I do not share significant feelings for and supposedly got molested by her brother.

She couldn't have gone far, and she could take care of herself. I was trying to be realistic and stand by my morals but at the same time, Ally was my priority. Desperate, I called Danny. No response from him either. I tried Danny again, still nothing. I was about to cry from frustration at this point until I felt a feminine presence behind me breathing softly against my neck. Instant relief washed over me as I immediately knew who it was.

"You scared the shit out of me." I said calmly and turned to face her. To my surprise, it wasn't Ally. "Sorry." Sam shook her head and apologized after she saw me jump. "W-what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to mask the confusion in my voice but failing miserably. "I live near here. You weren't responding to my text so I came here to walk it off, wasn't really working though." She faked a chuckle and looked down at the ground. I looked to my phone and my eyes grew as I read the time realizing just how much of it has passed. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked her, realizing it was a bit rude to check my phone. I figure that Ally would be alright without me. As I said, she could take care of herself and luckily I was calm enough to see that now.

Sam and I walked to her apartment and talked for hours. It was easy for me to see why Ally had said that everyone hated her. She was always changing subjects and was a bit insensitive and rude, but I could also see why Ally had found her so charming. She seemed like she would be pretty tough competition, especially because Ally loved her longer. Thankfully that wasn't the case. We had stopped talking about her situation hours ago and I didn't mind her not wanting to talk about it and I was in no way pushy either but I began to worry about Ally. I stayed quiet for a while so I could at least comfort her with my company but once it seemed like there was no more tension in the air, I turned my phone back on – I had turned it off for the sole reason of not getting distracted but it seems like that was unnecessary now. I saw that I had gotten a couple texts and a voicemail from Danny. I felt anxious but almost relieved at the same time. I excused myself and went outside for a cigarette and opened my texts.

Danny Padilla @ 10:03pm -
Sorry, I was watching my niece and didn't have my phone with me. Ally's at a bar.

Danny Padilla @ 10:21pm -
I just picked her up. Call me.

Danny Padilla @10:29pm -
Please please please please please hurry back. I don't like leaving Ally alone when she's like this but I can't take her to my place and she's refusing for me to invite anyone over to hers and watch her.

I immediately began to feel bad though it almost being midnight calmed me down. Ally probably already had passed out. I opened the voicemail Danny had left:

"She's not going anywhere soon, but take care of her, please." He sighed before continuing. "Listen, she's fragile, but if there's anyone who can make her snap out of this Sam delusion, it's you."

I informed Sam I had to leave and she offered to call me an Uber being it was pitch black outside. I quickly ran up the stairs at Ally's apartment complex. As I entered, I was immediately greeted with a smell that resembled that of a bar. "Ally?" I called out. There was no response. I checked the kitchen; no one, but I did see that the assorted bottles of alcohol she kept on the counter were gone. I then walked into the hallway. "Ally.." I called once again, this time opening the door to her room. It smelled roughly of alcohol and her perfume. She was lying in bed, staring blankly at the window in front of it.

"Where the fuck were you, Stevie?" She suddenly spoke up and I never heard a more saddening tone. "I told you, I was with Sam. I only left you a couple dozen voicemails. Care to explain where you had gone?" I asked as I approached the bed, even though I already knew the answer. "Who the fuck uses voicemails anymore?" She shook her head and laughed hysterically. I saw a tear flow down her face which caused me to snap. "Ally, wake the fuck up. From what I've heard and seen, the best decision here is to move on." Ally was about to speak but I stopped her. "It's easier said and done but please do this one thing for me; a person who cares so much about you and a person you love." She took in what I said and grabbed me by the shoulders. "I don't want to love her anymore, Stevie." She said almost desperately. "Sam is taking up all the space in my heart that I want to give to you, and it's the most frustrating fucking thing." Ally's nails were digging into my skin now, but I didn't mind. Suddenly she got up and walked over to the wall. She began to bang her head repeatedly.

"What the fuck, Ally?" I said as I rushed over to pry her off the wall. "This is so unlike you." I continued as she was about to leave the room. Ally stopped what she was doing and glared at me. "Unlike me? How would you know?" She responded and all I could do was look at her. "Ally, you're drunk." I finally said trying to hold back my tears and ignore the gigantic lump in my throat that was formed by her words. Her words broke my heart. "Well, everyone's always honest when they're drunk, aren't they?" She said back, looking at me directly in the face without any sense of sympathy whatsoever and an obvious tone of annoyance in her voice. I could no longer fight the urge to cry, so I let the tears drop from my eyes. I wasn't sure about her anymore. Ally was so mad. I wanted her to take my hand and apologize like I would expect her sober-self to but she didn't even bother to stop me from leaving the room. Her face stayed angry and it scared me to be in the same room as her. Despite every part of me wanting to re-enter and give her the lecture of her life, I didn't. That is until I heard a loud smash. I rushed back inside and saw Ally on the floor in fetal position, pieces of shattered glass were spread across the other side of the room from a lamp that was thrown against the wall. My body was no longer aching from heartbreak, I instantly rebuilt and gathered myself once I saw how much pain she was in.

I knelt down and embraced her. This is the third time she has broken down in front of me and I think now I've finally realized just how vulnerable and prone she is. Ally seems to be so unaffected by everything except for when it came to Sam, and me when I make her happy, of course. Yes, she's squeamish to bugs and loud noises, but she's actually a very stiff person. What you think would affect her doesn't, she has this way of thinking that's hard to understand even when you know her. Barely a couple seconds passed and her drunk self had already fallen asleep. I sighed and laid her down on the bed. I changed her into more comfortable clothes and put a glass of water next to her. I wanted to clean up the mess that she made, but I was exhausted. I crashed on the other side of the bed, painstakingly distancing myself from Ally just in case she'd still be mad at me in the morning.

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I tried not rushing this chapter but I ended up doing it anyway.

Hopefully 2 chapters per week is enough, I'm just as annoyed with my slow updating as you are although this time I'm actually busy. Regardless, thanks for reading and sticking around, your votes and comments really do mean something to me.

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