Gamble For Love

Chapter 21: Walked into hell

Chapter twenty-one: Walked into hell (Ellie's POV)

"I had fun, thank you for tonight," I smiled once I reached the apartment, he was nice enough to walk me up to the front door. 

"Yeah, I had fun t-" he began talking but stopped when all you could hear was crashing and yelling from inside. 

"They're probably playing some video games or something, I'll see you later," I said bye after that and rushed inside, locking the door behind me. I turned around and my eyes fell out of my head. 

Chaos. There is no other way to describe this apartment right now. 

Some of the plates and glasses were shattered on the floor, pillows were all around the couch on the floor, there was stuff just lying around and I could hear the yelling from Brett's room. 

It was like I walked into hell. 

I put my purse and phone down on the counter while slowly walking around some shards of glass and to the room that they were in. 

"What are you talking about? You're making no sense right now! Me being back doesn't change anything!" Zach yelled. 

"Of course, it does! It changes everything! Because you're back! And once you're here, there's no need for me," Brett laughed humorlessly. 

"We are two different people, Brett. Who mean two different things to her. Just because I'm here doesn't mean you're not her friend anymore, it doesn't mean she doesn't need you anymore. She hates me most of the time, in case you forgot about that," Zach huffed. 

"She hates you because she makes herself do it. She doesn't want to hate you, you know that," Brett replied, "It's only so long until-" He stopped talking when his eyes landed on me as I stood in the doorway, staring at them. 

"What are you guys doing? What the hell happened to the apartment?" I breathed out while stepping into his room. At least nothing in here is shattered. 

"You wanna tell her?" Zach scoffed. 

"Zach," I glared. "What is going on?" I questioned. Neither of them were talking. "I need to talk to Brett," I stated. 

"Of course, you do." Zach began walking to the door. 

I grabbed his arm, "Zach, please." He pulled away from me and went into the other room, slamming the door behind him, making me jump and wince. "Right, explain," I demanded. 

And then he did. 

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"You guys are crazy and stupid, you do know that, right? You had such a horrifying argument about who cares about me more, are you kidding? You guys fought and broke all that stuff because you disagreed on who I'd choose?! Why would I choose?! Brett, you are different from Zach, and he is different from you. You mean something completely different to me, and so does he!" I explained. 

"Yeah, but it's just so unfair. He was gone for two entire years, he comes back and it's just like I never did anything for you, it's like I was only taking care of you because he was gone, and now that he's back I can't do that anymore," he shrugged. 

"Of course, you can," I sighed, "Who do I go to when something goes wrong? Whose advice do I take? Who helps me annoy the shit out of him?" I asked, "Brett, it's you. You were here when he wasn't, nothing can change that." 

He shook his head, "But he's different, isn't he?" he asked. 

"He's a dick, so yeah," I nodded.