His game (being rewritten)

Chapter VIII

Flame

I was laying in my bed, thinking back at the events of tonight.  

Why didn’t Landon question my actions and outburst? Why did he react so angry... Furious... The look he had in his eyes... I could have sworn, they both looked As if they knew each other... But that’s not possible. At least I doubt it. Landon is way too successful and has way higher standards than to go and befriend and converse with people like Grant.

But maybe... maybe I’m just overthinking this whole thing. I always had a lively imagination, I’m probably just putting scenarios into my head. 

I close my eyes and listen to the wind that’s blowing outside. I feel the light warm breeze on my skin and hear the curtains dancing and twirling around, because of the breaths of wind that are coming through the semi-open window. The soft sounds are slowly lulling me into sleep...

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Landon 

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“You have some dumb ideas roaming in your head, huh?” It’s been an hour since my brother and I left the gala and went out with my best friend. We’re currently sitting in a private area of my brother's club and I’m listening to both of them complain about the decision I make in my life. Fun, right? Ugh.

“Cale is right. This must be one of the dumbest things you’ve done in your life, brother.” Jace took a sip of his whiskey neat and raised his eyebrow at me.

“We can’t even blame him though.” Cole turned to face my brother, talking as if I wasn’t even in the room with them. “It’s her parents' fault it has come so far anyway...”  I sigh, feeling desperate for a change of topic, but I know it won’t happen anytime soon. “What other choice did I have, huh?! What would you do if you found yourself in my situation?” I asked, leaning forward and reaching for the half-empty glass of my old fashioned and gulped it down, preparing for the scolding I’m about to get."I mean, first of all, I wouldn't place her as a bet at a poker game with her father?" Jace says with an amused tone, swirling around the whiskey in his glass. "You know what she likes, why didn't you try to get close to her like you did the first time?" Cole turned his head to me, looking completely serious. I leaned back on the black leather sofa and closed my eyes. Damn, it hurt to talk about it. "Her father wouldn't let me get close to her. Pursuing him into this deal was easy enough since his company was so close to the end, getting him to let me be with her on the other hand..." I opened my eyes, leaning forward again, letting my head, rest in the palm of my hand. "That was torture... It seemed like a good idea to get her out of his grasp when he was drunk playing poker..." "And how did you feel after that?" Cole was now fully looking at me and he had a notebook in his hand that was opened somewhere in the middle, whilst rolling a pen between his fingers. "Trying to play a psychiatric's or something, huh?" I throw him a dirty look and the bastard starts laughing. "Where did you even get that notebook so fast." I throw my body back and land against the back of the sofa with a thud. "Oh, I just have it laying around in case of emergencies." "That's what first aid kits are for Cole."Yeah, I meant around "Landon emergencies", where you spill out your most hidden emotions." "That's new," I say, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, because it only happens when you drink, brother." Jace raises his glass at me with a smirk and then takes a small sip. 

Fucking idiots.

"How beautiful to see how much joy you get out of looking at the misery I call my life." I standing up with the ultimate goal to get away from those two, walking towards the exit door. "Oh c'mon man, don't leave yet, the fun only began." God, I hate them both. "At least tell us what happened after you brought her home for the first night?" I froze. "Nothing. We didn't talk until yesterday morning." Silence. Breathing in and out to calm me I once again started my way to reach the exit. "Damn, you know how to get them, huh?" Cole is honestly starting to test my patience.

Without looking back or stopping on my way I rais my middle finger and show it to them, before pushing open the door. Before it can close behind me I can hear the laughter erupt from the room. 

I f*****g hate them...

***

Walking towards my bedroom I couldn't help but stop in front of the guestroom.

The fact that the person I once saw my future with was behind the door, laying on a bed in my house, without me being able to go there and hold her in my arms caused pain to spread all over my body. I had to get a grip. But how could I? It's been a year since I've lost her and it's been three years since I fell in love with her. 

There have been so many nights where I was just thinking about the day I first met her. She was still dating that f*****g asshole Grant back then and every time I think about it I want to break something, punch someone or just scream at the top of my lungs because I didn't anything to get her away from him. 

"Is this some kind of cruel punishment?" I whisper to myself looking up at the ceiling, hoping for an answer from something or someone higher above me, but as expected I'm hit with silence. 

I run a hand down my face out of frustration. 

I lost her, now got her back again, thinking it would be best for her. That I could protect her. Maybe her father was right. Maybe I should've stayed away. Grant found her and her father lost her daughter once again. Thought, on the other hand, laying to her that she's still a nineteen-year-old girl is an impossible lie to keep on with. They just took three years of her life and erased them, also making her a prisoner of her one life. Not even able to hold her ID, because she would find out she's, in reality, twenty-two years old...