Fallen Angels (Jake Pitts Love Story)(Originally written by Killjoy At Hogwarts) [COMPLETED] {1}

Chapter 13: I'm Perfect

Chapter 13: I'm Perfect

ALEX'S POV

I was laying on the cold, hard floor, naked. I was curled up in a ball, hoping to die. I have been trapped in this dungeon for a week now, being raped and abused by this psycho. I miss the guys so much, but they don't care about me, or they would've come to save me by now. I heard footsteps approaching from the hall, coming closer and closer. I whimpered, terrified. I couldn't take anymore of Luke. But, if I tried to escape, he'd kill me.

"Alex?" I heard him say, but it didn't sound like him at all.

"P-please, g-go away." I whimpered. I don't want this again.

"Alex? It's me, Jake!" Jake said, coming over to me.

"Go away." I said coldly. He seemed shocked.

"What? I-I came here to save you!" He sounded saddened.

"Well, you should've thought of that before you let me go through hell and back." I said, harshly.

"What the..? Do you know how much I've been trying to save you? Do you think I would leave you here forever?" He started to get a little mad. I sighed.

"No, you wouldn't. I'm sorry." I said, sitting up, totally forgetting I was nude.

"C'mon, let's go." He smiled, picking me up. "I got some clothes for you in the car."

"Thank you, Jake. I love you." I told him, kissing his cheek. "I love you too, sweetie."

***

We arrived at the house after about 15 minutes, and I was fully dressed. I opened the door and was knocked over by the guys.

"ALEX!!!!!" They screamed, crushing the life out of me.

"GUYS!!" I yelled, trying to hug them. CC crushed me the most.

"Alex, are you okay??" CC asked me, eyeing the bruises on my arms.

"I'm fine, CC." I told him, trying to get up. They noticed I was being crushed, and got up. "Thank you." I said, brushing my shoulders off. They smiled. "Um, I'm gonna go take a bath." I mumbled, brushing past them. I got to the bathroom and started running the water. I stepped into the tub after it was done, and just relaxed. But then a few horrible memories came back. Luke had just raped me again and started to hit me.

"You think you're perfect, don't you?" He kicked me in the ribs. "You're not perfect, and you'll never be perfect!" He yelled, kicking me again.

No, I like me, I'm perfect in my own way. I grabbed the blade from under the sink (my secret hiding spot) and ran it across my arm, spelling out the word PERFECT. I leaned back, the bath water bloody, letting the bloody blade fall out of my hand and land with a clank on the floor. I got out of the tub and looked in the mirror. I looked hideous. I saw a pair of scissors on the sink, and started cutting off my hair. I got it to where I liked it and looked at myself again. I am perfect in my own way.