Run. || Alex Gaskarth A.U.

Chapter 14: The Misconception Of Alex Gaskarth

We're here. 

We're finally here.

The day of the God damned waterfall.

I can feel my heart beginning to pound against my ice cold chest, and suddenly the cinderblock walls are caving in. My throat is running dry, and although I swore to myself that I would never cry about what happened, I can feel the tears beginning to build up from within me.

I'll have you know Alex, that these tears are angry tears. Angry tears that are going to be shed because of you, because of what you did, and because I hate you and everything you stand for. I just can't express that enough, you know. Even if I cut myself open and write 'I Hate Alex Gaskarth' on the walls with my blood, it still won't be enough.

How did you feel that day of the waterfall? Nervous? Did you have the whole plan mapped out inside your twisted mind? Did you even feel remotely guilty for what you were about to do to me? Most likely not, because I know you Alex. I shouldn't know you, but I do.

What you did to me was unforgivable (as I have stated before), and it will forever be unforgivable. I've given you enough chances to redeem yourself, but the waterfall was the last straw. I could make about twenty bales with the straws of chances I have given you in the past. It's sick, really. But you're a sick bastard who can only think for yourself.

A sadistic realist.

That's what you are.

And what you did to me was something I should have done when I had the chance.

~

It was the second day after I had seen Jack being beaten with a wooden pole that we reached the waterfall. Of course, I hadn't known that it was such a critical point to have reached at the time, and when Alex became ecstatic, I became confused.

"Lia, this is it!" Alex beamed, eyes widening in some sort of elation. "Yeah Alex, it's a waterfall." I said, rolling my eyes irritably.

Alex tutted impatiently at me. "Reaching the waterfall is a critical objection for us. The Runaways camp is only about two miles West of here." he said excitedly, and for some reason, I felt my heart sink.

"Oh." I muttered, fingers reaching up to fiddle with the Runaways necklace that Alex had managed to slip over my head and around my neck. "Oh."

Alex (immediately noticing my pessimistic behaviour) frowned at me as I stared out into the distance. For some peculiar reason, the prospect of me joining the Runaways...I didn't know if that was what I wanted anymore.

But if that wasn't what I wanted, then what did I want?

My eyes drifted over to Alex, who was staring at me, his expression perplexed. I swallowed hard and sat down on the dusty ground, trying to make sense of everything in my mind. No, this couldn't be right. Alex was never supposed to be a part of my future. The espresso-eyed, arrogant, skilled fighter, ass-kicking boy who was only two years older than I; we weren't meant to cross paths ever again.

So why did I feel such a strong pull towards him now?

Why can I not picture myself alone like I had always wanted?

Minutes later, Alex was beside me, and, and I rested my head on his right shoulder while he placed a lazy arm around me. "What's wrong?" he asked, actually sounding concerned. I didn't answer him. I played with the dirt instead.

"Look, I know--"

"Alex, I don't know if I want to join the Runaways." I blurted out, removing my head from his shoulder and looking him straight in the eyes. At my outburst, Alex stiffened noticeably, and to my disappointment, his hand slid off me as if it were made of butter.