Love Game

Chapter Fourteen: Part Two - Bleeding Out

Gabe's POV

I was broken. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. Broken like glass. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like my lungs were just caving in on me. What little I could breathe, it was hitched. Every part of me was aching, and Mallory was to blame. 

I saw her there in the alley, drunken lust taking over her body. She was with Varly, one of my closest friends on the team. Both of them, stabbing me in the back, ripping out my heart and stomping on it. I didn't know what to feel right now. So many different emotions were hitting me left and right. It was overwhelming. Anger, hurt, sadness, hate, wrath.

One minute I wanted to kill Mallory for what she did to me. The next, I wanted to hold her in my arms forever. How could she do this to me? What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough for her?

I sat there on the couch, my head in my hands. I tried to be strong, but I couldn't. She left me. The only woman I've truly loved just left me. She broke me. She fucking broke me!

I looked to the right of me, seeing a picture of us in a wooden frame sitting on the small table. I picked it up and stared at it. We looked so happy, like nothing could ever tear us apart. I guess I was wrong. 

"I hate you," I whisper at the picture. 

I trace her face with my fingers before a flash of anger rushed through my veins. I threw the picture against the wall, watching the frame shatter in pieces. 

"I fucking hate you!" I shout, gripping my hair tightly as I feel tears start to form in my eyes.

I slowly walked over to the broken frame. I kneel down to pick it up, brushing the pieces of shattered glass off the perfectly conditioned picture. Tears roll down my cheeks. I was finally coming to the realization that she was gone. She cheated on me. She left. I knew deep down inside that she wasn't going to come back, either.

"I loved you." I sniffle, tracing my fingers over her picture once again. "Why did you leave me? Why did you do this to me?" 

I slowly pick my body up off the floor, soon finding myself wandering into her bedroom. Everything was still in place, except the missing clothes in her closet and the light of radiance she brought. It was gone. All the joy in my life was gone. 

I sit on the edge of her bed, reaching for her pillow and holding it tightly. I smelled a slight sensation of her lavender scented shampoo, putting me to ease instantly. I laid back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as I kept my arms locked around her pillow for comfort. 

"Come back to me," I whisper. "I don't care what it takes. Come back to me." 

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Mallory's POV

I had walked outside, tears brimming in my eyes. I was crying softly into my jacket, feeling the cold air of downtown Denver surround me. I turned my head to the right and I saw a familiar white sports car with a tall, handsome man leaning against the hood of it. I quickly rushed to him, tears running down my face. 

"Mallory, I'm so sorry," he whispers, slowly opening his arms. 

I throw myself into them, crying heavily into his chest. He tightened his arms around me, bringing me closer to him. As much as I wanted to be comforted right now, I was angry. I was angry at myself, I was angry at Varly, and I was angry with just about everything else that existed at the moment. 

I looked up at Varly, seeing his blue eyes sparkle as he gazed into mine. I couldn't look at him. Every time I looked at him, I could never look at him the same. All I could see was him and I drunk, and not him and I as we were before.