Lizzie's Pov
Oh shit, I ordered him around, and then made terms he has to follow to hug me, if he isn't pissed I'm sure that Jack is. I'm fucking dead. I started struggling in Alex's arms, he let go, and stared at me, then I hauled ass up the stairs.
I can't believe I'm that stupid
I heard knocking on the door. Maybe if I just don't answer they'll leave me alone? Yeah that'll fucking work. It's about as good an idea as hiding under the blankets to get away from a murderer.
"Lizzie, can I come in?" It was Jack, shit, Alex might go easy on me because I helped him calm down, but Jack? He has no reason to.
"Lizzie, I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about. I was wondering how you calmed Alex down? I've know him for years, and I've never had any idea how to help. . ." He said. You can't trust him. . . He's probably just trying to get your guard down, Alex needs my help though, but, he could want to beat me. It's a risk that may pay off.
"Um, yeah, sure. But would you mind staying over there? I'm just not very comfortable with. . ." I trailed off looking at him, I was expecting him to say no, and demand I show him how to calm Alex down or else. . . It would make it so much easier to convince myself to stay away from him that way.
"Oh, of course!" He said, rather loudly. "I'd never want you to be uncomfortable, this is your home now." He said, without any hint of annoyance at my request. "So, how do you do it? And how did you know what to do?" He said expectantly.
He wants my story, the reason for the attacks, but I'm not sure I'm willing to tell him yet.
Sorry, it's short but I feel like the separation between this chapter and the next is needed.
~Alex
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FanfictionMy life didn't used to be this horrific. I didn't used to have to deal with bullies or my father's abuse. He actually used to be a loving, caring, fully functional, human being. That all changed when my mother died. My father became abusive and blam...
