Complicated (R.S.L/ R5)

Chapter 18

I walked out into the living room, to see everyone looking at me expectantly. I looked at all of them, before breaking down into tears. They all gasped and Riker came over and picked me up to carry me to the couch. He cradled me and I cried into him, just wanting comfort.

"I just want my best friend back," I sobbed. "He... he tried to choke me and... and he told me I deserved it and I miss him so much."

Riker rubbed my back, not that it made much difference. Ross still hated me, that was something that would never change. They all looked at each other, and nodded their head.

"Alyssa, come on, let's get you to bed," Riker cooed.

I nodded, bleary eyed from all the crying, and all the pain that I was suffering. I just wanted to go to bed, to go to a place where it was peaceful, and I didn't have to worry about boys who said they loved me, but then hurt me.

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1 week later

It's been a week and absolutely zero has changed. Ross hasn't spoken to me after that incident, I doubt he even remembers what he did, and I've been hiding the bruises from him. To be quite honest, I'm really scared of him now. If I hadn't stopped him, would he have killed me? Does he hate me that much that he would have taken my life? I shook the thoughts off, scared of what the answer would be.

I've mostly been staying in my room now, without facing any of them. I've started going into depression after everything that's happened. None of the Lynch's have tried contacting me either, I haven't received any messages or calls. I was curious at first as to why, but now I've realised they're one of many to give up on me.

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when I heard my doorbell ring. I stood up, puzzled, because if it had been the Lynch's, they would have come through the window. I went and opened the door, to see someone that seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't tell who.

"Uhm, hi. Who are you?"

"Ali, you don't recognise me? I'm offended," the girl said.

I flinched at the nickname she had called me; I automatically associated it with Ross, and I was trying hard to forget about him. I stared at the girl, trying to recognise her. She had long brown hair, brown eyes and was quite tall. Her face looked familiar, but I still couldn't pinpoint it.

"Ali, it's me! Jess?" she said.

Recognition flooded me as I saw my old best friend, standing in front of me. Ever since she had moved, I hadn't tried to keep in contact with her. She brought too many memories of when I was younger, when I had both her and Ross. She had moved to Canada when we were 12, and she had never come back. That is, until now.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Can I at least come in? Or are you going to ask me everything in the doorway?"

I laughed; this was so much like her. Funny, sassy and upbeat, she was never down. For the first time in days, I felt happy, I felt light, like I could float away. Seeing her after so many years filled me with a happiness that I hoped would last.

"Come in then, bitch," I said teasingly.

She stuck her tounge out at me and walked in, pulling her suitcase with her. We went to my room and she flung herself on my bed.

"Now will you tell me what you're doing here after 6 years?"

She sighed and sat up.

"Riker and Rydel called me. They searched me up and somehow found me, and got my number and told me what's been going on with you. Why did you never keep in touch, why didn't you tell me what you were going through?"

"I didn't tell anyone. He threatened me not to tell, that I was better off keeping it a secret."

"But why did you? I don't understand that."

I sighed as well, admitting something out loud as well as to myself.

"Because I didn't want him to hate me even more."

"But Ali, you shouldn't have put up with that for so long!"

I winced at her calling me Ali.

"Please stop calling me that. It reminds me of when Ross used to, and I miss it."

She nodded, moving towards me and giving me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling tears rise to my eyes. I wiped them away quickly, sick of crying.

"Hey babe, stop crying," she said softly. "It's over now."

"But it's not! Just last week he tried to kill me! Who does that to someone, tries to kill them because they weren't sure of their feelings 5 years ago?!"

"I know, I know. It's not fair, on either of you. But all this is doing is making both of you hurt. Neither of you are happy now, you aren't and he isn't either. But sitting here feeling miserable isn't going to help, you have to do something about it. Confront him, call him out, tell Stormie and Mark, but either way, he needs to stop. Even if I have to make him."

Dedicated to babyshoreo_ bc I love her and she's awesome and she helped me a lot with this chapter.

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