Drella

I heard my phone ring and I groaned. I saw Laura's number and held my phone to my ear. "Hello?" I mumbled.
"Thank God," Laura breathed quietly.
"Are you okay?" I suddenly asked.
"No," she said and she sounded like she was about to cry.
"What's happened?" I rushed and sat up straight in bed.
"I was so drunk last night. I've just woken up and this naked guy is lying next to me. Then I see I'm naked as well. I went to try and find my clothes and on the floor by my bra is a used condom. I just don't know what to do. I had sex with him," she cried.
"Okay, calm down. Everything will be okay, I promise. Just go to the window to try and figure out where you are,"
"Alright," she sighed heavily.
"Do you know who it is you slept with?"
"No, I can't remember. I can't see his face. He has brown hair," she rushed.
"Calm down, sweetheart," I told her gently. "Deep breaths," I put the phone on speaker and pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
"I can see houses across the street,"
"Is there a sign?"
"No. There's a park down the road. I can see it,"
"Is there a blue car next door?" I asked, my throat tight.
"Yeah," she sniffed. This isn't happening.
"I know where you are. Get outside and I'll come for you," I muttered.
"Thank you. I'm so scared, what if he wakes up?"
"Be quiet. Just get out. If he wakes up then phone me,"
"This hasn't happened since Oliver," she cried softly. I bit down on my lip as I hurried downstairs.
"The same thing won't happen,"
"Oliver hurt me so bad,"
"This guy won't punch you. Just try to get out," I tried.
"Okay, I am," Laura sobbed. "I love you, Drella,"
"I love you too," I told her. "Now I'll see you soon. I'm about to get in the car," I explained.
"Alright," she replied and I hung up. I grabbed Mom's car keys and went out. I got in the car and reversed out onto the street. Then I started driving.
When I reached the house I pulled up. I saw Laura on the sidewalk crying. I got out and ran to her. She saw me and I pulled her in for a hug. I rubbed her back and held her close to me. I rocked her gently and planted kisses on the top of her head. "Everything's okay. He didn't hit you,"
"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, Drella,"
"It's not your fault. It's his," I soothed. "Now wait in the car, I'll be there soon," I told her. Laura stumbled over to the car and I walked to the front door. I had tears in my eyes and my jaw was clenched. Why is this happening? The door was unlocked so I walked inside. I passed the mess to go upstairs. I reached Jaime's room and walked inside. It was just as Laura had described. There was a ripped condom wrapper on the floor and a used one not far from it. Jaime was lying face down, sleeping. I just watched him for a while in disgust. Until I finally went and drew back the curtain, letting light flood into the room. Jaime started to stir. "Time to wake up I think!" I said through gritted teeth. Jaime looked up at me and gasped. He covered himself with his duvet. "Don't know why you're bothering, babe. If you can show my cousin you can show me,"
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"I really don't want to hear it. I've been through this all before, but you know that. You know how much Oliver fucking hurt me. How he crushed me and now . . . you've done just the same thing to me. The only difference is you promised you wouldn't, how you'd never let anyone hurt me. Do you even remember that?"
"Of course I do," he rushed. "I'm so sorry, Drella. I didn't know what I was doing. I was drunk. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry,"
"This isn't fair," I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Fuck Jaime. You were perfect. I thought we were bulletproof!"
"It isn't my fault,"
"And you're saying it's mine? Just because I wanted to wait till the four month mark before we had sex,"
"Maybe it's the fact you send more time with your friends than me,"
"You're in my group of friends! I'm sorry for spending time with Tony and Vic too,"
"Can't we just work this out?" Jaime asked seriously, getting out of bed and pulling his boxers on.
"No, I'm sorry," I shook my head.
"Can we at least be friends, Drella? I like being your friend," he asked.
Then that's when it hit me. Friends. I couldn't be this selfish. If I had nothing to do with Jaime then Tony wouldn't speak much to me either. Then Vic would choose me and lose his friends. He doesn't deserve that. He needs more than just me for friends. I can't force him back into how things used to be. How selfish would I be then? I looked at a picture Jaime had on his desk. It was of Jaime, Tony, Vic and myself. I looked into Vic's eyes. They didn't deserve to look dead again. He almost felt alive now. He's getting so much better.
"I want to be friends. Still hang out every day," I told him. I can't believe I said it. I was doing this for him, for Vic.
"Great! I'm so sorry," he added.
"It's okay, Jaime," I said. "I think I'm going to go," I said. I went to walk away but stopped. I took off the locket Jaime had given me and I placed it on his desk. I walked out of his house and to the car. Laura had calmed down a little now.
"Are you mad?" she asked as I was driving.
"No, I'm not. I promise," I told her flatly. "You did nothing wrong," I said.
When we got home Laura got out and went inside. But I couldn't. I went back onto the road and drove to Vic's. I went to his door and knocked. Mike answered and looked me over. "Not your finest outfit," he said casually. "I like the fact that you're not wearing a bra though," I looked down, willing myself not to breakdown.
"Is Vic in?" I finally asked.
"Um . . . yeah," he nodded. I looked up and Mike watched me as I passed him. "You okay, Drella?"
"Yeah," I shrugged.
I went to Vic's room and sat down on his bed. Vic was still asleep. I nudged him and he eventually sat up.
"What're you doing here?" Vic asked sleepily. Then he saw my face. "What's happened?" I just wrapped my arms around him. Vic held me and stroked my hair. "Tell me,"
"Jaime cheated on me,"
"What?" he gasped.
"With Laura. Just like Oliver did. It happened again,"
"Oh Ella," he sighed. He was just holding me. He didn't say sorry, because he knew it wouldn't make things better. I knew that.
"I thought we were bulletproof,"
"Maybe you were. He was just the one that shot you," Vic explained.
"God," I breathed. "I'm okay," I told him. I pulled away and smiled.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," I nodded and smiled lightly. "We're still friends,"
"Are you certain you want that?" he asked. I had to for Vic. I had to want it, or at least pretend I did.
"I do," I grinned.
"I'll go make you something spicy, come on," Vic urged. I stood up and took his hand. He led me downstairs and to the kitchen. As Vic started making me food I knew it was worth the hurt and the heart ache and the pain I was in right now. This was the only thing I could do to keep the light in Vic's eyes.

Notes

Hey! Ahh! There's so much drama. If you have any ideas shout at me. Drellic coming up in a few chapters too ;)

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