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Alec stands there shivering. "Alec get in here it's freezing outside." He comes in and is dripping water all over my floor. I grab his backpack and go into the bathroom. I hang up all his clothes that are wet. I walk back out and wipe his hair out of his face. He has a big welt on his face. Oh Alec what have you gotten yourself into? "Can I have your shirt?" He isn't being his cocky usual self. I kind of like it. He pulls it over his head and hands the wet fabric to me. His chest is pale with a few tattoos. He has v lines and a toned stomach, not buff. I smile lightly. I hand him a big towel. "Here I'm gonna dry your shirt and pants and ah boxers so ah you know wrap that around yourself after." He smiles weakly and hands me his pants and boxers. He is still really cold. "Hey ah I kind of live alone so if you want to go get in my bed its upstairs." I turn around and he was gone. I sigh and change into pj shorts and a tank top. I walk upstairs and see Alec in my bed shivering. Damn why is he so cold? He is facing me Laying down with his eyes closed. I climb in the bed an wrap my arms around his waist. He no longer shivers. Well I need to get the towel out of the bed. He has fallen asleep. I pull the towel of underneath the blanket do he doesn't show anything. I hang the towel up in the bathroom. "Hey Alec your boxers are dry not the try of your clothes though. I'm gonna leave them in here so you can put them on." I leave the freshly dried boxers on the bed and see him open his eyes.

It's been five minutes so I knock and open the door. He stands up and towers over me. "Hey Luna I wanna thank you.." He wraps his hands around my waist. My heart rate went up. As if he knew it he dropped his hands. "No need to thank me Alec" he rests his head in the crook of my neck. I fell liquid drip down my neck. Why is he crying? He nestles deeper into my neck placing on single kiss.

I wake up on the couch. I let Alec take the bed last night. I found out the cocky badass act is what Alec is using as a shield from people. He gets beat a lot at home. I get ready down stairs. Last night I got my clothes ready and late last night while Alec was sleeping I put his newly washed clothes on the dresser next to my bed. I layed him out red skinny jeans and a muscle tee shirt with the words of mice and men on it. I grabbed a tight black short skirt. I slipped it on over my thickish thighs putting on my black lace underwear. I put on a tight crop top. I throw my hair into a messy bun, tucking in some strands with bobby pins. I put on my glasses on cause I'm not doing make up today. I sit down on my counter and slap my head into my arms I slept like four hours. I had to wash clothes and set them up. I had to cook and clean and then I couldn't sleep. I hear the stairs creak and I know it's Alec I don't have the energy to look up right now. "There's a ton of food, help yourself." I mumble into my arms. I go upstairs and brush my teeth.

L.A
I'm nodding off at my desk. "Luna!" I'm being shakes awakened. I glare up to see Alec. "I need to talk to you outside." His voice is serious. "No" I'm so damn tired. He picks me up by the waist and brings me out. "What could you possibly want?" I swear his eyes flashed red. I'm so tired I'm seeing things. Thank you, Alec.... "Luna you can't tell anybody about my dad..." I wasn't looking him in the eyes. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the wall so hard that it's leaving a dent in the dry wall. I feel vain a popping in my wrists. "Alec stop!" I cry in complete pain. He leans in to my neck. He still has a death grip that I have a feeling won't come off soon. I never could have imagined someone with this amount of strength. It's unnatural.
He drags his wet tongue against my pale neck. Tears are streaming down my face. He cover my mouth with one hand and bites down. Hard. Crimson liquid snakes down my chest. His hand acts as a barrier for my screams and sobs. Panicking at the pain, I start flailing around and I kneed him. He drop me momentarily, so I ran as fast as I can away from him. My feet slap against the tiles that sends echoes down the hall. 
In the bathroom, the mirror tells me the truth. Tiny drops of blood trail behind me. Part of me can't grip reality. I had to do a double take in the mirror to solidify that this is real and this is happening. How could something like this be real? And happen in the middle of the day at school? How did none of my cries escape his hand? Why would he do that to me? 

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