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Why Is My Boyfriend Trying To Kill Me? (a complicated love story)

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It was only day three since I came home and I wanted to pull my hair out. Alek was driving me insane.

"Hey stupid did you take your pills yet?" Alek yelled From downstairs.

"I'm not stupid!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Stupid had become my new name. I couldn't go back to school yet. So I was put on bed rest for a whole month.

"Yea, whatever." Alek said, walking into the living room. "Did you pick out a movie?"

Alek had suggested we watch a movie. He wanted to 'bond'. I almost didn't believe him. Alek and I didn't get along whatsoever. But when he said he was sick and tired of fighting, I just said i'd watch one movie with him.

I picked up the DVD in front of me. "I want to watch this one."

He raised his eyebrows. "The Ring? I didn't peg you as the scary movie type." He walked over to the tv and popped the disk in.

"Really. What type did you peg me for?" I asked, Shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

Alek flopped down onto the couch. "The type that watches stupid chick flicks and then cries at the end. You know what I'm talking about?"

I almost laughed. "Are you serious? I hate chick flicks. They're so stupid and predictable. Two people fall in love, they fight, make up and then the credits roll. I hate movies like that." I said, trying to hold in the popcorn without spitting it on Alek.

"Well now I know. So do you get scared easily, stupid?" He asked, poking me in the side.

I frowned. "I'm not Stupid. And I don't get scared easily. The Ring just happens to be my favorite movie."

"Okay." Alek said, rolling his eyes. We got quiet as the movie started. After a while, my eyes got heavy. That stupid medication always made me tired, and I had to take it twice a day. Stupid Spencer with his stupid grudge and his stupid knife.

My eyes were completely dead by the time that horse fell off the boat. I leaned into Alek, I was too tired to stay up. I pulled up the blanket that was laying on my feet and covered myself with it.

"Getting tired, Alex?" Alek asked, moving himself so we were both in a comfortable position.

"I'm not-" I stopped talking for a minute. "Did you just call me Alex?" That was the first time he actually called me by my name and not stupid.

Alek laughed a little, and I could feel his laugh reverberating through his body. "I guess I did. Why, do you like stupid better?"

I sighed, too tired to try and fight. I snuggled closer to him, he was warm. "No, I like...." I didn't want to talk anymore.

Alek probably said something, but I was already asleep.

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It was dark, and I couldn't see a thing. "Hello?" I called out. The only thing I heard was my echo.

Where the hell was I? As far as I could tell, I was in a very dark corridor. "Is anyone there?" I asked.

Before I could take another breath, something-or someone-attacked me from the side, causing me to be knocked off my feet. I hurled five feet in the air, and my back hit something cold and hard. "Why don't you ever shut up?"

I stopped breathing. That growling voice was all too familiar. "Spencer?" My voice was barley audible.

Something cool caressed my neck. "You're still speaking? Maybe I should do something about those annoying vocal cords of yours." He said, pressing the cold object harder against my neck.

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