Lust

Chapter 8- Alex

Present

I walk around the house, still not knowing my way even though I used to basically live here at one point.

I finally get to the kitchen and wait for our food to come which I ordered before going into the shower.

Apparently it's going to be here in 3 minutes but I don't trust that shit, I snarl at my screen but I smile when I remembered everything me and Isabella just did.

The guys are going to be pissed that she gave herself to me first.

I sit at the kitchen island and wait for the food to arrive "you going to talk to me?" Micheal says from the doorway, he was always a sneaky bastard, you can never hear him coming.

Frankly I have no interest in talking to anyone but Isabella, I accidentally lost my self control and shouted at them for being too loud and nearly- well I'm pretty sure that they already did- wake her up.

When he realises that he's never going to get an answer or a sign that I actually heard what he said he gives up and walks down the hall but... he stops.

I can hear his footsteps coming towards me instead of away "fuck giving you space, I've been giving you space for six fucking years Alex! I'm fucking sick of it! I'm going to wait here until you talk to me," he's now on the bar chair facing me, anger lacing his every words.

I look at him expecting anger to control his expressions as well but being met with sadness instead, I've not seen him that sad since we left her.

"I don't want you to be sorry, I just want you to talk to me," he's always known how to read my expression but over the past six years he's become a master at it.

Everyday I remember the reason I don't talk. It haunts my nightmares... along with him, his screaming, his anger, his blood.

"Alex, he can't hurt you anymore and we have her again, relax," I look down to where he is looking and my hand is bleeding.

Shit, I just crushed the edges of my phone and what a surprise, the food is still meant to come in three minutes.

I let go of my phone, my hands... shaking. I feel like a child again; I don't feel the normal things that children are meant to do, I feel scared, afraid.

When a child is scared their parents protect them, the parents become their heroes.

My parents were the reason I was scared.

"Alex, come back," his eyes were searching, his voice pleading. My heart hurt but I couldn't find it in myself to talk to him.

I vowed to myself that if I ever met her again I would talk to her. Only to her, I can't break that vow... not intentionally anyways. It was a slip up when I talked to them, I was angry and Isabella needed her rest.

I hear a ding which makes me realise that the food was here. I don't make eye contact with Micheal and just walk to the door.

I could hear my heart crack, It's a sound I'm used too. Ever since we hand to leave her the sound has been playing on repeat.

I open the door and am greeted with a skinny white dude who is almost cowering "I-I-I have food for A-A-Alex," I don't blame him for being scared, if you weren't scared of any of us you would be stupid.

I grab the brown bag of food and slam the door, I'll give him a five star rating.

I try to walk past Micheal on the way back to the room but he grabs my arm bringing all of my attention to him.

I don't think I've ever seen him cry but I swear tears were lacing his eyes "please, please just come back to us... you have been a ghost for six years, we need you back, not Isabella, us." I think he was begging but it was impossible to tell with the command that was in his voice.