With a New Face of Failure

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P.O.V. of Galina

"Oliver. I'm so sorry. Please text or call me back. I miss you." I say into the phone, almost frantic. Is he okay? He hasn't respond yet, and he always responds. There was a knock on the door and jump up to open it. "Oliver!-" I stopped my sentence, because it wasn't Oliver. It was Cole. "Cole." I snarl. 

"Hey, cutie." He tapped my chin and walked inside. "What's with all the boxes?" He poked at the boxes.

"I'm moving." I cross my arms. 

"To where?" He spun on his heels, grinning at me.

"Somewhere, why do you care?" I slap his hand away from my vase.

"Maybe we can be friends?" He moved around, touching everything.

"No. When I said I wanted you out of my life, I meant it Cole."

He turned to me. "I still love you, and I won't forget about you, until I have you back." 

"You're chances are over. I gave you all the chances in the world to let you back in, but every time you fucked up."

"I promise, I'm better now."

"You said that last time, and look where we are now." 

"Galina." He stepped towards me, reaching for my arm.

"Don't." I slap it away.

"Can't you see I'm laying down all my cards here. My heart on my sleeve. Whatever metaphors that can express what I'm trying to say."

"I'm with Oliver now."

"You deserve better. You're way out of his league." He stepped closer, almost embracing me. "We belong together."

"No. Get out!" I shove him.

"Don't Galina, you know I can't control my anger." He growled.

"Then get out."

"Not until you let me have one more chance."

"I'm done with you!" I yell, I grab my phone. "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

"You wouldn't." He snarled.

"Try me, I've done it before. You remember, right?" One night, maybe a year ago. We got into it and he was drunk, I was dealing with his shit. He said something about money problems and I said it wasn't a problem, then yada yada. Eventually he ended up, smacking me. It was the first time he hit me, so I didn't know what to do. So I called the police and he got arrested, but the wuss I was, bailed him out and I said that I was just drunk and on my period. He got away with it. Again and again. Because of me. I let him hit me, not knowing my respect I should have. 

"Yeah, but you always bailed me out." He stepped closer.

"I mean it, Cole." I unlock my phone. 

"Go ahead, you won't have enough time to tell them what the problem is." He grinned.

I quickly text Oliver Help! Cole is back and he's about to do something! Oliver please answer your goddamn phone!. Send. He grabbed the phone and threw it at the couch, thank God.

"Think you're faster than me?" He grabbed my arm.

"I never said I was." I struggle, hitting him, but he didn't even seem the slightest affected. "Let me go!" I yell.

"Say you love me!" He shoved his face in mine, his other hand gripping my other wrist. His hot intoxicated breath floated above my nose. I moved my face away. The smell.

"I don't!" I refused.

"Tell me, tell him that you love me!" He threw me against the boxes.

"You're drunk!" I struggle to get up from the boxes, Thank God I landed on the blankets.

"I am not!" He yelled, stomping his foot on the ground. "Tell me you love me!"

"I will never love you!" I throw a shirt at him. He dodges it and swings, hitting me in the cheek. I fall back into the boxes, holding my cheek. I froze in shock as I look at my hand that I touched it with. Blood. I snap my head in his direction. 

"Say that one more time." He raised his hand up, like he use to. I automatically curled into a ball, putting my hands above my head.

"Stop!" I scream, now in tears. He grabs my waist and pulls me up. Smacking me one more time. "Cole!" I shriek. I suddenly fall back into the boxes again, this time by his release. I watch as he goes flying into a wall. I turn towards the door and Kyle stood there. Rolling up his sleeves. Cole laughs and stands back up, wiping his nose, then looking at the blood on his fingers.

"You hit like a bitch." He spits.

"Like you could do any better." Kyle smirked, hands on his waist.

Cole laughed. "I didn't feel a thing." Kyle smirked, cracking his knuckles.

"I was just getting warmed up." He grinned and threw himself at Cole, sending them back into the wall. Kyle pushed himself off of Cole, then gripped his shirt, and shoved him back into the wall. He then threw him across the room to the other side. Cole had a hassle pushing himself off the ground, his elbows slid on the wooden floor. Kyle picked him up by his shirt and punched him right in the jaw. Cole stumbled back and gripped Kyle's shirt, pulling him down. Kyle fell down, groaning. Cole circled around him, tapping his bloody chin.

"Got something to say bitch?" Cole smirked.

Kyle raised himself off the ground, then he upper cut Cole in the gut, making him grunt. He fell down, holding his stomach. He groaned, loudly. Kyle grabbed him by his shirt and held him up to his face. "I think you own an apology to Galina here." He nodded his head at me.

"Fuck that." He grunted. Kyle sighed and twisted Cole's ear. Cole winced in pain as Kyle dragged him over to me.

"Wanna say that again?" Kyle bent Cole down to my face. I stared at him, still frozen.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"About?" He asked in a 3rd grade teacher's voice.

"Bothering and abusing you."

"Why?"

"Because it's not nice."

"And are you going to visit her anymore?"

"No."

"Thank you. Now scram before I call the police, I don't think they would be happy about this... Incident. Got it? Remember what you promised her!" He yelled after Cole as ran down the stairs. Kyle turned towards me and shook his head. "How'd you get yourself into this mess?"

"I don't know."

"You alright though?" 

"Yeah." He went to go get something and came back with a gauze. He disinfected it and placed it on my cheek.

"Oli is going to be upset when he hear's about this." He says as he secures the gauze on my cheek.

"Don't tell him."

"Galina I'm going to have to tell him. I'm not going to be one of those guys who let's their brother's girlfriends get beat up and doesn't tell the boyfriend. No. I am going to tell him."

"Kyle-"

"No, ifs, ands, or buts." He says, promptly.

"No, thank you. I really appreciate this." I say, staring at him.

"No worries." He glared back, and smiled. What a pretty man.

"How'd you even know?"I turn away.

"Well I know where you live because Oliver made me drive him to your house once and he left his phone in the hotel after I guess went out. And I saw your calls and texts so I came over here asap."

"He went out?" I breathe.

"Do you think he would cheat on you?"

"Yes..." I admit.

"He won't... Trust me."

"I hope you're right." I say.