The Alexandra Diaries

The truth

How is everyones day? Good? Good mine is too. Enjoy the story!!!

Dylan silently follows me through the forest back to my house. I don't even bother to look back at him, but I know he's feeling guilty. Good.

We arrive back at my house, and I don't even turn to face him. "There's a guest bedroom on the top floor. First one to the right, it has some men's clothes there." I say, before walking to my own room. I take my hair down, and head into my bathroom.

I cringe at how beaten up I look. My forehead has a large gash across it, but the blood is already dried and crusty. Then my arms have multiple scratches on them, covering my arms in even more dried blood. Then to top it all off, I ruined my favorite leather jacket.

I'm going to kill Dylan.

I slam the bathroom door and lock it. I start the shower and strip off my clothes. I angrily wait for the shower to heat up, picking the blood out of my nail beds.

I get that it takes two to fight, but Dylan had absolutely no right to be upset with me. He blatantly lied to me, and he said some really hurtful things.

I get in the shower, enjoying the scalding hot water. It turns my skin red, but I don't mind.

I scrub at the blood on me, finally managing to get it all off. I then wash my hair, cringing as I see large amounts of blood falling out of my already red hair. Dylan did this. Dylan started all of this. What he said about my parents echoes through my head.

Maybe they did get rid of me on purpose. I shake my head. They had no choice, don't let one asshole tell you otherwise. And then my brother...my dear brother that I always seem to forget about. His brunette hair color. For some reason, my family never looked like me and I always wondered why. Guess they all got the good genes.

I miss them. I want to see them. I don't care how dangerous it is. I just need my real family.

I get out of the shower, putting my damp hair in a messy bun. I try to leave all of my depressing thoughts inside the shower, but unfortunately they stick onto me. They follow me like a dark cloud. I wrap a towel around myself, and open the door.

I almost drop the towel in shock as I see Dylan sitting on the bed. He sees me, and his eyes roam over me for a few. I clear my throat, and he looks up. "Let me get changed." I say and he nods, and turns around. I glare at his back. Jeesh, he couldn't go outside?

I angrily grab an oversized tshirt, underwear, a bra, and shorts. I head into the bathroom, and close the door. I take my time changing, trying to irritate Dylan. The oversized shirt goes down to my mid thighs.

I finally open the door, but he doesn't turn around. "You can turn around now." I say, not bothering to hide my irritation. He turns around, and doesn't look me in the eyes.

I sigh, and walk over to the bed. I sit down, and scoot myself against my wall. "I want the entire story. Don't even try to lie to me, or I will never speak to you again." I say seriously, and he nods.

"Charlotte Annie Thompson." He pauses. "Or as we called her, Cat. She preferred Charlotte, though. She was my girlfriend." He says, gulping. "She's your age. Seventeen. The entire family loved her-" I cut him off.

"I've already heard this." I say, probably sounding rude, but do I care? Surprise surprise, no.

He nods, and continues. "It's not true that she went crazy. Everyone here just thought she went insane." He says, and my eyes narrow. "It's not true that she tried to kill Max. That's just a rumor that my parents made up about her."