Well this is definitely not what I expected

Chapter 27: Mamma I'm in Love With a Criminal

Alex's Pov

   I had just gotten home from a date to the movies with Jackson when my parents called me into the living room. When I walked in there, they were sitting on the love seat with serious expressions on their faces. "Alexandria have a seat," my mother said pointing to the chair across from them. As I sat down I realized I was in trouble since I was called from my full name.

   "Hey mom and dad whats up?" I asked. "We would like to talk to you about your boyfriend," my father said. I got a funny feeling in my stomach and I said a barely audible what and why.

   "You know my friend Jeffery from the police force?" he asked and I nodded my head in a sign to say yes.

  "Well we were having a beer together a couple nights ago at the pub when you came up in our conversation and I mentioned how you were dating a boy named Jackson Knight. When I said his name Jeffery got a grim expression on his face. When I questioned him about it he told me some not very nice things about Jackson. After hearing what he had to say I decided you are not dating that trash and you mother agrees with me."

   "He is not trash and I can't believe you believe what Jeffery said. I bet it was all a load of bullshit," I yelled. My mother was going on about how I shouldn't talk to my father like that. At the mooment I really couldn't care because I was so damn mad.

   "You will not talk to me like that young lady and you will not date that boy. I will not have my daughter associated with trash like that," he said. By now I was so angry that my face was going red. Not by a blush but by my anger.

   "You don't know him so you can't judge him," I yelled. "Stop talking to me that way Alexandria. You will not see that boy do you even know anything about him?" Before I could answer my dad was talking again.

   "He has been arrested multiple times for fighting. Which resulted with the other person going to the hospital. He has also been arrested for driving under intoxication and for possession of illegal drugs. He is violent and he drinks and drives, he also does drugs. I will not have my daughter dating or be anywhere near scum like that."

   By now I had tears in my eyes and I stood up and began yelling. "Jackson is not trash nor is he scum. All of those things are part of his past and that is exactly what it is. I knew all of that stuff about him already because he told me. He isn't that person anymore. He is the sweetest and most caring guy you will ever meet. He is there for me and he cares about me. He treats me like a princess and I care about him. You will not stop me from seeing him because you don't like him. I love him." Wait did I just tell my parents I love Jackson?

   "I don't care you will not see him again. I forbid you. If you ever go near that boy again I will send you to Alabama to live with your aunt and uncle." "But I love him," I whispered. "I don't care people fall out of love all the time. When the time is right I will find you a very nice boy," my dad said to me.

   That was all I could handle and the tears came pouring own my face. I turned around running to my room yelling I hate you to the people that are rarely around for me because they are always on business trips that I'm force to call my parents. When I got to my room I slammed the door and locked it before going to my bathroom riffling around the drawers looking for what I needed.

   I held the cool blade in my hand looking at it thinking about the last time I used it. I hadn't cut in four years. The last time I did was when I was thirteen because my parents were never there for me and I was depressed. I started when I was ten and Maddi got me to stop at the age of thirteen. I hadn't done it since and I vowed to never to it again. But here I am now pressing the cool blade into the delicate skin of my wrist. I held back a scream from the pain, not only the physical but the emotional as well as I watched the blood drip into the sink.

    Many cuts later I was cleaning the blade and putting it back in the drawer. I wrapped my sore, raw wrist in a bandage before cleaning the blood from the sink. I walked into my room and fell on my bed with tears falling from my eyes because I haven't stopped crying. I roughly shoved my earbuds into my ears before pressing shuffle on my ipod. The song 'Criminal' by Brittney Spears came on and it fit my situation perfectly. So I put it on replay.

   I fell asleep with tears pouring down my face, with that song on repeat and my head pounding into a restless sleep filled with pain from being alone.