Alexias P.O.V
When he tied me to tge chair he pulled up my sleave. When he saw my scares he smiled.
"Well, well, well looks like I have something to work with.."
He took out one of his blades and started cutting my arms slowly. It burned like hell. I started whimpering. It was so painful I just wanted it to end. He finally stopped and cut me loose. He took me over to the dog pen and threw me inside. He grabbed my arms and tied my wrists to the cage holes. He left into a different room. Once I couldn't see him I began to cry. I cryed until I couldn't cry anymore.
"I miss you......."
Was all I said before I fell asleep.
The next day I woke up the same way. Water being thrown in my face.
"Wake up."
"Why do you wake me up like that?"
"Cause."
"...."
He cut me loose and I crawled out of the cage.
"Where are we going today."
"We are gonna get something to eat."
"Ok. Were are we going."
"McDonalds."
"Perfect."
"I'm glad you agree."
We went out to the car and I sat in the back.
"Why are you sitting back there?" He asked
"Why do you care?"
"Because you should sit up here will your still living."
"Im not gonna sit up front and risk you beating the shit out of me."
"Get up here now or I will beat the shit out of you."
"Ok, ok one sec."
I got out of the back and walked up to the front and got in. I buckled up and we left.
"So..... what was you're friend Alexia like?"
"She...... she was my best friend. She didn't have any friends, but me and she always hung out with me she was te coolest even though she was 3 years younger."
I was surprised that he opened up to me. When he talked about me I saw him smile. Oh his smile. How I missed his smile. I would do the stupidest things just to see his wonderful smile. I started to cry cause I missed him.
"Hey... why are you crying?" he asked me.
"Oh um it's nothing you just reminded me of my Alex when you smiled." i said while wiping my tears.
"I didn't smile."
"Yes you did when you talked about her."
"I didn't now shut the hell up."
"Ok, but you did."
He slammed on the brakes. I looked towards him.
"I DIDN'T SMILE!!! I WOULDN'T SMILE BECAUSE OF HER!! SHE WAS CHILDISH AND UNRESPONSIBLE!!!" he yelled at me.
"O-O-Ok." I shrunk back in fear.
I looked at him for a secound and saw a bit of guilt in his eyes, but like how it was there for the block of an eye it was gone and back to it's normal anger and hatred filled self. I cowered down and hid myself behind my hair. I started tearing up because of what he said. Did he really think I was childish and unresponsible? Did he laugh at me and not with me? Was I just a joke? I looked up and saw that we were at McDonalds. I got out and closed the door.
"Hey aren't they gonna ask about you face?"
"Yes they all do and I say the same thing everytime."
"And that is?"
"Accident."
"Gotch ya."
We walked inside and he went up to the cask register.
"What do you want?"
"Big Mac."
He looked at the clerk and once she saw his face her eyes widened.
"Wh-What c-can I g-g-get f-for y-you, s-sir?" She asked.
"2 Big Macs, please."
"O-O-Ok."
She looked over at me and her face excpression turned to worry. She ordered our food and we went and sat done. The cashier came up to me with a raw meat patty.
"I know it's not much, but it will help with the swelling."
"Thank you miss."
I put the raw patty on my eye. It felt good. The cold meat on my swolen eye. I didn't have my make up with me so everyone would see the wounds I got from the beatings Alex gave to me. Someone called my name for the food so I went and got it. I gave him a Big Mac and myself one. While I was eating I saw my moms car pull up. I hid my face with my hood. I know what your thinking 'Why don't you run to her and get help?' Well you see my mom is a horrible bitch and staying with Alex is better than staying with her.
"Alex my moms here."
"So what?"
"You want to go to jail for murder amd kidnap."
"Good point."
We got up and Alex grabbed my hand and I blushed and he led me to the door until someone screamed. Oh no.
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Alex The Hacker
RomanceA love story with a Serial Killer. His names Alex and he is 19.
