Mine.

Bashed and Busted:

Alex's POV:

I walked out of the main office of Northfield High School. I glanced down at my schedule again, making sure I knew the room number. 327. I looked at the office number. 135. Great.

I had no idea where to go, so I decided to ask someone.

"Excuse me. Um..." I tapped the shoulder of a tall, well built student. As he turned around, in took a small step back. He had a frown on his face and looked very uninterested. "Sorry. I'm new here. Can I ask you for directions?"

He grunted, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Classic. " he turned abruptly on his heel and walked away.

"Hmph. He's no help. It's okay." Les- No! It's Alex! Your Alex now! You can't slip up! You can find your class yourself. I walked around the corner and went up the stairs, hoping that room numbers were based on the floor of the school. As I powered up the stairs, my foot slipped and I came crashing down the steps.

"Typical." A males voice said from behind me. I looked over to see the tall, built, and grumpy boy who didn't help me earlier. He was leaning against the wall near the landing.

I got up from my sprawled position and kneeled to start collecting my books that fell out of my bag.

I must have slammed my knee hard on the step as a shooting pain shot through my leg. I spat out a few swear words and changed positions.

This guys just wasn't gonna help. I was used to pain and had been dealt worse so I just continued to collect my things while the guy stood there. I bet he's checking me out.

I groaned as I stood and grabbed the wall for support. My knee was killing me. I rolled up my legging and gasped when I saw how busted it was.

"Woah! Are you okay?" The guy pushed himself away from the wall and rushed toward me. He looked at me worriedly. "Hun this is bad. You need to get help."

"I've had worse" I whispered. He looked at me in confusion and shook his head. I leaned over and pushed down my leggings, grabbing my bag and starting to hobble down the hall.

"Woah woah woah wait. You aren't going to the nurses. She won't help." I turned to continue but there was no more wall where I needed it. I decided to try to walk on it but an unbearable pain went through my leg. I continued hopping on my other leg.

I got pretty far. I got to a bench and sat down. The boy sat down next to me. I pulled up my pant leg and grimaced. I looked away and closed my eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

"Why would you care." I snapped back. I instantly felt bad. This boy was worried and trying to help! He was missing class because of me and I don't even know his name. Well, he was pretty rude to me. His first words were typical and classic. What was that supposed to mean?

I looked at him more closely now to see his face. He had beautiful green eyes with a hint of blue. He was very tanned but it wasn't fake. He smiled at me and put out his hand. His teeth were very white and straight. "I'm sorry. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Vincent." He said with a sincere smile.

I took his hand and firmly shook. "Alexandra."

"I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier. I've had a bad day. Anyways, what's wrong?" He asked, looking at my busted knee. I wouldn't dare look. I'd seen enough already.

"Because of ...things, I can't stand the sight of blood." I whispered, my eyes beginning to water.

Images flew through my head. Ones I'd tried endlessly to block out. I though starting over would help but it's seeming not to.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?" Vincent asked. I looked him over once more. He was pretty hot. He had big muscles and was very fit. So far he didn't seem like such a bad guy, but I knew that if I trusted too many people, someone could get hurt.

"Umm... No. Not right now. I think I'm good. I'll just..." I rolled down my pant leg and saw blood. Lots and loots of blood. It was flowing from my knee. I began to see images I had lived. Images of... Mark.

I hadn't realized that I was crying until Vincent kneeled beside me. He lifted my chin with his finger and looked me in the eyes. My salty tear dripped into the gash on my knee and I cried out in pain.

"I must seem like such a wimp." I sobbed to him. "I've had such worse, and I'm crying over a little cut!" I wiped my eyes and took deep breaths.

I saw his blue rusty truck. I saw his dark house. I remember the cold basement with no furniture but a metal chair. I shook my head vigorously. I can't be thinking of this. It will only make it worse.

Vincent pulled me into a hug and I collapsed in his arms. I cried buckets into his grey t shirt. Next, he did something I'd never expect.

Vincent picked me up bridal style and carried me right out the school doors.

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A/N:
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