Love Game

Chapter Fifteen - A New Day

Varly's POV

I arrived at my apartment around 4:30 in the morning. I was dead tired as I shoved my body through the door. I could barely keep my eyes open on the cab ride home from the hospital. I was emotionally drained. 

Mallory was fine, but what we had found out was she had a miscarriage. It was devastating. I honestly thought Mallory wasn't going to make it with the amount of blood she was losing. I was terrified. I didn't want to lose her. I knew I would never be able to call her mine, but I would settle for just being friends if it meant keeping her in my life. 

Yes, I was in love with Mallory Hamilton. My infatuation with her grew constantly. I couldn't help but daydream about the thought of us together, even though I knew it wouldn't work out. She had just turned 19 in January and I was turning 27 in a matter of weeks. The eight year gap between us didn't bother me a bit, quite honestly. I would have loved her the same anyway.

But this is when the real problem comes in: she didn't love me back. No, she was in love with Gabe- madly in love with him, in fact. I would listen to her ramble on about how she thought he was the one, and how she thinks they could spend the rest of their lives together. I would simply nod and force a smile, hiding my pain underneath my outward expression. It killed me hearing her say that, because I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to be the one she runs to when she's in trouble. I wanted to be the one who kissed her every morning and every night, every second of the day. I wanted to be the one to hold her hand while she brought new life into the world. I wanted to be hers and I wanted her to be mine. But unfortunately, that would never happen. 

I knew things between us were never going to be the same after what had happened between us in the alley. She knew my feelings towards her now; it was no secret. Things were going to be awkward as hell, but all I could do was sit back and watch her live her life with Gabe. I wanted her to be happy, but I just wish her smile was caused by me. 

I walked down the hallway, stopping by the bathroom. I turn my head and I see a dried up pile of blood. I grab a washcloth and soak it in some soapy water, soon kneeling down to scrub up the blood. The smell of Mallory's blood was still potent, and I felt myself grow ill. Whenever I smelled blood, I always immediately started to gag. As the stench took over my senses, I found myself curled up over the toilet, vomiting up everything in my system; mostly the alcohol. 

I wiped my lips with my sleeve, then I pulled the collar of my hoodie up over my nose as I continued to clean up the stained tile floor. Eventually, the blood was all soaked into the wet rag I held in my clenched hand. I immediately drained it in the sink, smelling the blood once again. I managed not to vomit this time around, but I sprinted to the kitchen and I threw the washcloth into the garbage can. 

I successfully washed my hands well enough to rid the smell of Mallory's blood. I stripped down to my boxers and I threw my clothes into the washing machine. They, too, smelled like blood and the hospital. I made my way to my bedroom, seeing Mallory's bag sitting on the floor by the end of the bed. I sighed to myself, sitting down on the edge of the bed, staring down at her bag. The smell of her perfume soaked dress that laid on the floor lingered through out the room, putting me at ease. I felt her with me. 

I crawled under the blankets of my king-sized bed, curling up with one of my several pillows. I held it closely to me, burying my face into the softness of it. My heart was aching for her, and I knew I could never have her.

I just wish I could make her mine.

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Mallory's POV

I woke up to the sound of whispers filling the room. I couldn't get the strength to open my eyes. I had just fallen asleep a couple hours ago. Gabe and I had a nice, long talk. I apologized for everything, and he accepted my apology. We stayed up late, talking about what we needed to fix and where his trust was with me. Lets just say he doesn't trust me at all right now.