My Demons

Chapter 4

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~Willows P.O.V~

“Maybe the faggot can’t sit, his ass is too sore!” Austin shouted out from a few seats across from my own. I felt my hands clench at the insult. I know it wasn’t directed at me, but I felt just as angry, perhaps even more than if the comment was directed at me. Even if Alexander way homosexual, that should not be a reason to bully him.

I noticed Alexander’s fists clench, however he stood his ground, even while everyone around my burst into a sadistic laughter.

More than anything, I wanted to go sit next to him, to stand next to him, to be his friend. But Nora’s threat rang clear in my mind. I hated to be at her mercy like this, but I didn’t exactly have a choice. It really hurt, her threat, and I couldn’t believe she would actually carry out a threat like this. Especially after everything I have done for her.

So, instead of sitting next to Alexander, I sat next to her, smiling and laughing at her jokes as if we were still friends. The act fooled many, however, most people were too shallow to bother to actually tell if something was wrong.

However, while I couldn’t see his face, I knew that he was close to having some sort of break down. His hands quivered, his muscles were taunt, and I could almost taste his distress in the air. Completely disregarding everything else, I stood up, knowing that I had to help him somehow.

 “His book,...I lost it! Alexander let me borrow it when I couldn’t find mine, but then I lost his...but I found mine this morning, and he didn’t want to inconvenience me, so he told me I could get him another after school...he didn’t want to get me into trouble, that’s all! That’s why he wasn’t answering!”

I blurted out the first lie I could think of. The teacher looked sceptical, and murmured something about me being organised, but I couldn’t think clearly. Voices of rumours spreading around the classroom spread as fast as a deadly poison. No one could believe that I had, once again, helped ou the ‘emo fag’. The nickname angered me, as he was picked on simply for being misunderstood.

 I felt slightly woozy, lightheaded. But then I realized I couldn’t be woozy, because that had a negative cogitation attached to it. It was a good woozy. As if I suddenly felt invincible, but weak at the same time.

Alexander’s steely eyes were latched onto my own, the only thing obscuring the gaze being my dark fringe, and his hair. His eyes, a colour mirroring the ocean on a stormy day, a mixture between ice and the hue of the sky before a storm.

Mesmerising.

But the most mesmerising factor was the look of utter disbelief, dare I say, vulnerability, settled within them. I felt something in me tweak, and I knew that I would defend him every chance I possibly could. He was so vulnerable to the dangers of the world, and yet, refused to let anyone see it.

His pale face, half covered by his dark fringe, radiated surprise. His mouth, slightly parted, his lip and eye brow piercing glinting under the light.

His thin frame was upright, which was rare, as he was nearly always ducking his head, avoiding everyone’s cruel, menacing stare, and he must have stood at a height of 6’2, at least.

The only imperfection was the purpling bruise developing under his right eyes. I couldn’t help but notice his lip looked swollen also. The thought of someone hurting Alexander made my insides churn with malice. However, unlike most others, I kept my questions to myself, not wanting to pry. I knew I would have to delve into the dark past of Alexander Herway, however everything would come in time.