healing hearts

Chapter 4

Alexa's POV

Alex is my most recent ex-boyfriend. He's a grade above me, turned 18 a few weeks ago and is graduating in a few weeks. We dated for a while before I decided to break up with him.

He didn't take it very well, but I had to do it for myself. Don't get me wrong, our relationship was great.. When he wasn't drinking and when I didn't do anything to make him angry that is.. I don't understand how you can have a drinking problem before you're even the legal age to, but he does.

He's always been known as one of the schools "bad boys" , with a fake ID and everything. He does look older with his facial hair, height and build but I don't understand how he can still manage to get alcohol in a town where everyone knows everyone.

Anyways, I broke up with him for my own safety really. No one knows how he would treat me when he would drink or get angry, not even Ben and I plan to keep it that way.

Luckily, most of the time we were together, Ben was at school so I only ever had to hide the bruises when he was home or when I went to school.

Ben stops when he feels me being tugged back.

"Allleexa" Alex slurs, still holding onto my arm tightly. I scrunch my nose up and look away from him.

God, he reeks of liquor. Of course he's drunk. I don't want Ben to see this. I don't know what Alex is going to say or do.

I turn my head back to him, "Alex" , I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. My heart racing.

"Whaat are you doing here? With him?" He says 'him' like it leaves a disgusting taste in his mouth. He looks at Ben, who has now came up and is standing behind me.

They've never liked each other. Alex because he was jealous of my relationship with Ben and Ben because he said Alex wasn't good for me and that I deserved better, to which I should have listened.

I didn't and now here we are.

I feel Ben stiffen behind me, feeling his hand tighten around mine.

"None of your business Alex. Please let go of me" I plead, hoping he just walks away and lets it go.

"Iss he the reason you broke up with me? Does he fuck you better or something?" He slurs out angrily, tightening his grip on me.

I go to say something but am cut short by Ben stepping in front of me slightly trying to block me from Alex's view, "that's enough Alex. Just let go of her and go back to your friends."

That's what I love the most about Ben. He's always been the type of guy to try talking it out first instead of fighting. I've never seen him fight because he's always been successful with talking it out and walking away from the situation instead, but I know if it ever came down to it, he would get physical.

Him and Alex are about the same height, but Ben is slightly more muscular.

Alex looks at him with disgust, ignoring him and instead looks past Ben, to me again, "speak up bitch, I asked you a question. Is he the reason you left me?"

I bite my lip, fighting back tears as I look at him. I can see him getting angrier by the second, and I know all too well what happens when he gets angry.

I shake my head quickly, "n-no Alex. He has nothing to do with it."

He chuckles, his eyes becoming darker, "oh, so you're just being a whore now? You leave me and now you seek out anything with a dick?"

My lips are parted slightly and I know I look like i'm about to cry. Thankfully, I don't have the time to answer because Ben grabs Alex's shirt by the collar and pushes him back, forcing him to release my arm.

I watch the scene in front of me, tears threatening to spill over my eyes, as my other hand goes to the spot where he was holding.

I watch as Ben lets him go, Alex yelling at him, slurring his words the whole time.

I think Alex knows he wouldn't be able to fight back with how drunk he is because he stays where he is and lets Ben walk back to me. He gets to me and grabs my hand gently and leads me out of the grill with the eyes of everyone in there on us.

He opens the car door for me and I get in quietly. He shuts it, walks around and gets in the drivers side. He buckles his seatbelt, starts the car and drives off.

The car ride back to my house is quiet, except for the faint music playing on the radio.

I have no idea what to say to him, so I sit in my seat, rubbing my arm where i'm sure a bruise is starting to form and look out the window quietly.

I'm so embarrassed he had to see that.