All of the pride and dignity I had left was ripped to shreds. Vic, with a girlfriend. That I had absolutely no idea about. I couldn't believe the words he said but it all made sense now. I refused to believe it though, "Pulls the girlfriend card, you're cool. Just quit it." I tried to shake it off.

"I'm not lying." He wasn't, his mouth told lies and his eyes told the truth. It was in slow motion. He drug his hand through his long waves, I could tell he was pained.

"I need to go home." I muttered, trying to slip past his knee-weakening glare. "But can't we talk about this?" He stopped me and made me look into his eyes.

"There is nothing to talk about. I can't go back to this." I mumbled trying to slip by. He quickly ran behind me and latched onto my waist. My knees were jello. I felt his heavy breath travel down my neck and tickle my back slightly. "I'm afraid I won't see you again if you leave."

"Is that a bad thing?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Yes." He paused, "I wouldn't want you to walk away. Please don't go."

"Victor," I slowly turned to face him, my hand rested on his shoulder, "I can not go down this dark road again. You have a girlfriend it's cool. I know I'll see you again. I need to leave for my sake- and yours. You don't need me right now."

I needed to leave, or that's what my body was telling me. But my heart begged, and I gave into his desperate pleads. We didn't move, we just sat tucked away together, I was obviously still mad that he didn't tell me but we can save that for later. Right now I just wanted to melt. "Promise you'll never go away?" He smiled, slowly releasing his grip.

"I don't know, you know how school is and stuff.." I hinted towards the situation. Did I want this? Hell yes. Did I need it? No. Would I have wished it another way? Yes. Let's just say Vic holds a place deep inside my heart. I knew I loved him before I realized.

Vic has a way of controlling me. That's usually bad but I don't think he realizes it. His eyes are just so beautiful and make me freeze. There's nothing that I don't love about him. Except his girlfriend.

"I really have to go Vic. Peter doesn't like me talking to you," I said not wanting to leave at all.

"Why do you let Peter control you? He's not your boyfriend. He controls everything you do and it's bullshit," Vic had a point but I wasn't going to admit it. Did Peter really control my life? We're just really good friends. Friends have a say in what you do right?

"Well I'm tired and sad so I'm gonna leave," I got up and walked out. I couldn't let Vic make me stay. If his eyes looked into mine, I would've been a goner. I crawled away as quickly as possible.

My legs were shaky and I was breathing heavily. I had been holding it in but in reality my heart was broken. Who even was his girlfriend? Thoughts of fighting her came into my mind. God I was so pathetic. I couldn't find Peter and I was starting to freak out. You know what screw him. Screw everyone.

Unfortunately, life isn't on my side right now so I tripped and landed outside since the door was open.

"What the fuck?" I shouted looked at Vic with a girl.

"Allison, meet my girlfriend. You should know her," I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Alex?" My voice cracked.
--

"Oh hey Allison!" She walked over with a cheeky attitude. Again, I was so embarrassed in this moment. I felt the blood rush out of my face and down to my heart. It was all slipping away. Literally. My eyes were getting heavy and my knees were turning to Jello. That's the last thing I could remember before it all came crashing down.
--
"What do you mean you told her you had a girlfriend?" Who was Mike talking to? I could hear, but couldn't see.

"I don't know?" The voice was fragile, but I couldn't make it out.

"She's head over heals for you! How couldn't you see tha-" the darkness returned, I tried to fight it. I want to be awake, but I can't.
--
"I thought you knew, God I'm so sorry." The cold brisk grasped my hands. I could even tell who it was based off of the finger length. It was Alex. Oh I wanted to open my eyes to see her fluffy pink locks in full motion. But I could not see, because the darkness took over.
—
I was really hungry. I could feel my stomach grumbling, Oh god I need to wake up… okay ready Allison, 3..2..1.. WAKE UP! Nothing. Okay, Ready, Again… 3..2..1.. AHH! The bright lights smacked me in the face. It was so bright. Why am I here? In the darkness, I couldn’t feel the awful pain that was pushing down on my body. Now I could. I grumbled lightly, shifting my body forward so I could see the room in full motion. I glanced down and my finger. It was covered in hair.

I tired to make words come out but just gibber escaped my lips. Fuck I hate this. I slowly moved my hand away from this head of hair to stretch my fingers. I tried to go silently, but woke this person up. Can you guess who it was?

It was Vic. He lifted his head up slightly, eyes red and swollen. He was exhausted. “Oh my god Allison. I’m getting a nurse.” He rushed out. His maroon hoodie and ripped jeans glided across the room and out of the door. I saw flowers and cards on the window sill, Why aren't my parents here? I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. God my chest hurts really bad. I was about to get up but a nurse ran in, soon followed by a doctor in mint green scrubs, then the devil himself.. Vic. “Well hello Allison! Glad to see you're awake so fast!”

I nodded, I couldn't speak. “Can I check your vitals?” The Doctor eagerly walked over, pulling the stethoscope out of her pocket, “You can go, I have to give her a run down anyway, Can you please get a discharge page printed and placed the the file?”

The nurse nodded and slipped away. “Did you want me to step outside?” Vic coughed slightly, standing as still as a statue. “No you’re just fine,” She smiled and continued to move the frozen metal ring across my chest.

“Why am I here?” I blurted out. Wow, my voice does work. She took the stethoscope out of her ears and wrapped the chord around her neck. “Allison, you were out for a bit. Honestly, as a physician, I am very surprised you woke up this early. You passed out and your friends brought you in. Do you remember that?” I nodded even though I didn’t remember, “You had a serious heart condition that needed repaired immediately, and you're very lucky.”

Jesus fuck, how the fuck could the happen? To me? Allison Stabler. The semi-popular, resting bitch faced, blue-haired twerp. I felt gross, shouldn't I feel sterile? Cause I'm in a hospital.
—
After a long discussion, I was finally released. However, I had to go out in a wheelchair. “Are you taking me home?” I turned to face Vic, who was pushing me out of the Labyrinth known as a hospital. “Hello?” I snapped, grabbing his attention.

“Oh yeah, If you don't mind?” he shrugged.

I did not want to be in a car with him. Alone. But my phone wasn’t anywhere near and I couldn't just start running.
—

We loaded into the rather large four door, It smelled like a new car, probably was. aVic was being a gentleman, he pretty much picked me up and placed me in the seat. Got my seat belt for me and even opened my simple water. It was a sight to see. I’m surprised he stayed. “I’m suppose to check up on you, but I could ask my mom or Alex.” He pulled out, “Your parents know but they can’t come home, they send their love.”
“Of course,” I rolled my eyes trying to sip down my water. My chest really hurt, I literally had a minor heart surgery week ago. oh yeah, I was out for a week. The rest of the car ride was rather silent, a few mumbles here and there, but no actual conversation. I didn't really mind, I just wanted to know what happened. “Can you do a run down of what happened? I only remember seeing Alex.”

He swallowed slightly and looked up, “Well, you passed out, and Peter was checking to make sure you were okay, and someone called an ambulance. Everyone but Alex and I followed you to the hospital. We had a talk,” He sighed, “So after that we went to the hospital and found out what was going on,” I interrupted.

“Why did you stay? I could hear you guys talking..”

“I stayed because I felt like I owed you that much. You were right, I sent you for a loop and you still came back for more. I’m sorry. But, you could hear us?” He perked up a bit.

“Yeah, I remember Alex, You, and I think Mike but I’m not sure. Who came to see me?”

“The guys, Alex, Peter, Your sister- Oh your sister by the way, she came with her husband, so I don't know,” He trailed off, “Oh and this guy from your math class, he lives down the road. I think his name is like Seth or something.”

We pulled up to my house and before I could blink Vic jumped out to help me in. “Allison, I am going to carry you up to your bed, is that okay?” I nodded an latched onto his neck. I want to know what him and Alex talked about.

“Is that everything?” I asked pulling my covers up to my ribcage, I’m going to change after this.

“Well, Uh, I-I’m Sup-Supposed to-uhm” His eyes trailed away with his voice.

“Spit it out Fuentes.”

He took a deep breath, “I have to look at your bandage, on your chest.”

Shit. So not only does he rip my heart out, he gets to look at the aftermath. I slowly sat up to untie the back of my gown, I assume Peter got this. I tried to lift my arms behind my head, but it wouldn't work. I could, but the pain was unbearable. “Can you help me please.” I asked, tucking my greasy unkept hair over my shoulder.

He nodded and went behind me, I felt his cold finger tips glide across my backbone, and with one swift motion it was all off. I was now exposed.

He walked in front of me, and just stared. I felt my face getting red but I didn't want him to see. “Quit staring, it’s not that bad..Is it?” I asked before I knew. The cut when down the length of my ribcage and a little higher. You could tell it was going to leave a nasty scar, you could see it on the base of my neck if you really looked. Vic walked over to me, and sat face to face. One hand was placed on my shoulder, the other was slowly peeling the large amount of gauss and tape off. I glanced down, I was not comfortable in my own skin. First I was embarrassed, now I'm mortified. There were still stitches, “I have to take you back to get them removed. but for now it’s reapplying this and that three times a day.” He sounded so professional. I wanted to know what he was thinking, because frankly he was face first to a set of boobs. Oh well. His hand continued to move along, and occasionally he would pull too hard. But it was the worst when he touched a stitch slightly, that fucking sucked,

“Okay you can put your stuff on, and I’ll be back later, need anything?” He smiled, handing me a baggy sweater and some leggings.

“Vic?”

“Yeah?”

“You can stay.. there is a spare bedroom next door, or A couch.”

“Thank you, now go to sleep.” He winked, and exited.
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*Vic’s POV*

I felt so bad when I did her bandages. Her self esteem has plummeted down below the surface. I was to blame. I knew this scar bothered her a lot, but she wouldn't show when I was around. I only knew because she would groan about it at night, and sometimes she would cry. Not often though. I sat in this gorgeous house with this gorgeous, fragile girl. Most nights, I stared at the ceiling and went back to what Alex and I talked about..
-Party Flashback(Alex and Vic)-

Alex was in tears, “My best friend is going to die.” She weeped into my arms.

“Shhh Alex, Shhh, It is going to be okay, I promise.” I stroked her long soft pink hair. I loved her so much, yet she knew so little.

“Where have you been?” She asked wiping away her tears.

Do I lie and protect her? Or do I tell the truth and risk it all? I figured it would be better to hear from me, but would Allison spill? It was a risk I wasn't going to take. “Allison and I, we did some stuff while you were away.”

“You..what?” She turned, tears started streaming down her face.

“You heard me Lex,” I huffed, dragging my slender fingers through my hair. She was turning white, and furious.

“Did she know?” Alex came closer, gritting her teeth.

“No Alex, she did not know. Why would she? You left for L.A when things got tough!”

“Oh my god Victor! Don't ever fucking pull that card, I NEEDED to leave, what don't you get about that? I was broken! You could never understand that!”

She had a point, When my ex got put into rehab, We started dating shortly after. Then she packed up and left. I don't know exactly know WHY. “Okay Alex stop this,” I grabbed her first tightly, she tried to pull away but eventually gave in, “Let’s go the hospital.”

—END Flashback—

I felt the chills run up my spine, I hurt her- I hurt them both. Who even was I? A monster, or a killer? My mind was dwindling into space when I first heard her sobs. Allison was crying, a lot harder than usual. She shouldn't be getting so worked up about this, it wasn't good for her. She spent a lot of time alone, sad, but anyone could tell that.

I slowly got up and walked down to her room, the door was cracked and I pushed it open. She was facing the window, “Go away,” She cried.

Instead of listening, (Like I should’ve,) I sat on the edge of her bed. She turned to face me, and all I saw were her glassy eyes. “Don’t Vic, I have a bad heart,”

“Tell me what’s up Al,” I turned to face her, grabbing onto her hands.

“This scar is so ugly Vic, why did they have to put it there? I can never wear a swim suit or three fourths of the tops I own. People already stare at me, now they’ll stare more.” She rolled over on her face and her breaths were heavy.

“The Allison I know wouldn't care,” She cut me off, “The Allison you knew is chopped up and thrown in a shark tank.”

“Well, I don’t care about it.” I blurted out. She sat up.

“I don’t care if you care about it or not, you're doing all of this out of pity Vic!” She paused her tears, and burned my soul with her cold eyes.

“Did you need anything?” I asked her, letting go of her hand and crossing my arms.

“Uh I would like a shower but I can’t my hair is so dirty.” She mumbled, flopping back onto her worn out mattress. Without thinking I wrapped her into my arms and started walking for her ensuite bathroom. “Vic stop what are you doing?”

I placed a few towels on the floor and some more on the edge of the bathtub. I sat her in this spot and placed her head on the towels on the edge. “Seriously, What the fuck are you doing?”

“Washing your hair.” I answered bluntly, turning on the water and grabbing the cup she had on the sink. I slowly filled the cup and poured it over her long blue hair, making sure I didn't miss an inch of it. I placed a generous amount of shampoo on my hands and started to work it into her scalp, stripping it of all of the oils.

“Hey Vic, how are you so good at this?” Her voice was soft yet raspy, and her eyes were closed. “No seriously, you're really good at this.”

“Hah, Did you want to here the real story?” I asked, filling the cup up again and pouring it on her hair. “Yes please!”

“So when I was younger, I refused to wash my hair. And I would get tons of stuff in it, so one day my mom snatched me out of the yard and started doing the same thing I'm doing now. Haha, she just taught me how to do it, because apparently ‘I could never do it right’. But ever since then, I’ve memorized her motions, and oops.” I spilled a bit of water on her t-shirt.

“Okay Fuentes, this isn't a wet t-shirt contest,” She lightly punched my leg.

“I’m sorry.” I blushed, thank god she couldn't see, or else she would tease me. I took in her face, as I washed the shampoo out. Her soft little nose, and her flawless face, Her plump little lips, and small little freckles. This could be the last time.

“Hey Vic,” she spoke up, interrupting my process.

“Yeah?”

“This doesn't mean we’re good.”

I sighed, “Yeah, I know.” It was the truth. I got her hopes up. The hopes of a girl who never has hopes.

It was silent for the rest of the time, I didn't mind though. I turned the water off and draped a towel over her hair. “Did you want me to blow dry it?”

“If you want to.” She giggled, opening her eyes and sitting up. “It should be in that drawer, but I’m not one hundred percent sure.” She pointed with her foot. Oh god, I would not want that to happen. To open a drawer that was not meant for me. This was actual Russian Roulette. Pick one pick one. I slightly opened the drawer and saw small pieces of cloth, Come on Vic, Just open it.

I closed my eyes and pulled it open. It was just a headband. and boom! The hairdryer. I plugged it in and grabbed the brush and two clips. “You’ll be a good house husband and a dad someday Vic.”

“What song did we listen to? The night we were dancing.” Because that was our wedding song.

“I don’t know, I have it written down somewhere” she yawned.

“Okay you need to sleep. Alex is visiting in the morning with the guys.”

She didn't resist, and she was exhausted. I placed her in the bed outline she's left the past few days. Allison Stabler, Oh I love you. Yet you and your freckles don't know that. “Goodnight Victor,” She mumbled and curled up under the sheets.

“Goodnight Allison, I hope things work out. With us.”

“Can you stay here until I fall asl-“ she mumbled, obviously sleep talking.

I listened and crawled next to her. She hot. Literally. I didn't want to be spooning her, so We just sat there, until we both fell asleep.

Notes

long one. Sorry it took forever!!

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