Unpredictable

Alex's P.O.V

I'm out. All of those painful days and nights when I would be beaten half to death by my father, is over. I'm away from him and onto my dream flight to England. My brother, Andy, goes to Uni out there and he's always been around me. We're attached to each other, our dad would always target me. Target to slap me, target to hit me, target to punch me, and sometimes..target to burn me.

I couldn't be happier that I'm on this airplane, my cheeks hurt so much from smiling and they also sting still from being hit yesterday at the dinner table. I made spaghettis, but I burned the beef a little and my dad got the stirring spatula and slapped me across the face with it. I held back my cries because I knew he would just hit me again.

"Weak people cry."

"Since you think you're so strong, let's test that, yeah?"

The smirk that he would have smeared on his face terrified me over the years. Every time I knew something was about to happen. I remember that night so detailed, that was the night my dad told me that he would have a party and lock me in my room. I didn't figure out what he meant until a month and two days later; two of his friends came into my room while I was in the shower and everything went downwards after that. My dad let them in my room, knowing that I was naked.

Stop it Alex. He's not here. Calm down.

"Are you okay, honey?" The old woman asked me in her British accent. I wanted to say no just so I can keep hearing her talk, but if she keeps talking to me she'll give me a headache.

"Yes."

The flight was hard for me. I hate being closed in like this, it's not like I can go step outside for fresh air or Andy to keep me sane in this confined space. So, once the plane landed I bolted out and went through security in no time. I hear accents everywhere. I bet I look like a lost puppy walking around here, Andy is nowhere to be seen. I find a vending machine to grab a snack before I faint and die. I love to eat and if I don't I get pissed off and dizzy, but I won't die.

"Excuse me, what does this little sign mean?" I ask a stranger and point to the symbol in front of the money number.

"It's like a dollar sign, you're from America, aren't you?" The young woman asks sarcastically in a rude voice, so I walk away from her and the machine and bump into a body.

"Oh sorry, I didn't m- Andy!" He got muscular and tattoos, it's weird. I'm used to seeing my tall lanky brother with glasses and more nerdy like than he looks. I'm lifted off of the ground with my arms around his neck, squealing in excitement.

"What is that on your neck? Is that a hickey?" He asks once I'm put on my feet. I don't want to talk about that around all of these people, they could be listening, so I tell him in the car.

My dad had another party a few days before I left, this is the third party that he's had just to get back at me for doing something wrong.

"Alex, I am so sorry. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Andy asks.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just traumatized a bit," I weakly chuckle. Nothing on me hurts except for my cheek, I had to paint on concealer to cover up the purple bruise.

The idea of being a freshman floats through my head while I stare out of the passenger seat of Andy's car, the weather here looks nice, the sun is out and it's windy. I absolutely hate the rain. I can't stand it. My asshole of a father would punish me by putting me outside, calling me a pest, while it stormed outside. This weather is beautiful and I feel at home already.

"Here we are," Andy says pulling into the lot of a building. I have my liscense to drive, but freshman aren't allowed to bring cars on campus their first year. Unfortunately, I don't have a vehicle, so until next year I will catch rides with Andy. Not that that's a bad thing. Our close age has to do with our close relationship, but I hate depending on people. If he's late to something, then I will be late as well.

"You can atleast help." Andy scoffs at me while I stare off into space, taking in the size of this campus. I get out of my daze and help him get my last bag out of the car. These bags are super heavy.. probably because I packed majority of my bedroom with me. We take the elevator up and roll my bags down the narrow hallway. Almost every door has a cute decoration sign on it with both of the roommates names, they customized it themselves.

I slip my dorm key through the slot and the door clicks open. I kick it open with my foot and stumble over my bags, nearly falling on the floor. Thankfully I didn't because my roommate was making up the sheets on her bed and she would've thought I was a clutz right off the bat. I have two giant suitcases that weigh a ton, but it's filled with all of my memories..pictures, scrapbooks, posters, concert t-shirts, and things like that.

"Hi, I'm Nikki. Nice to meet you," The girl turns around, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear, reaching her other hand out to shake mine. Her eyes are very blue and looks even more blue with her hair being such a dark color.

"I'm Alex and you too." I say with a smile. Andy helps me decorate my side of the dorm and then I thank him as he leaves. My walls have decal stickers because we aren't allowed to paint or do anything permanent to the walls, so my side of the room is decorated with flowers and fairy lights.

Pictures of Andy and I are taped on the wall along with photos of Andy, our mom and I. My mom left us whenever I was younger, but I don't pay her much attention. She has her own family now.

"I'm the third one on the right." He says refering to the directions to his frat house if I needed him. I've only seen frat houses in movies and they look like a bunch of fun, but I don't think parties are my type of parties. I can have a party in my room with my television on and an ice cream bowl in my hands. That's my kind of party.

Once Andy is gone, Nikki and I talk for what seems like hours to get to know each other. 

"Is that your boyfriend?." She says with weird eyes.

"No, he's my brother." I give her a disguited look that turns into us both laughing.

"Alex, you're brother is hot and those muscl-"

"I'm leaving!" I say playfully. I actually do leave and go downstairs to get a snowcone. It's my turn to pay for my medium sized, strawberry snowcone and the cashier is looking at my chest the entire time. They're not even big I don't understand. I hand him five dollars and walk off. 

"You forgot your change!" I hear someone behind me. I curse under my breath and turn around. 

"You can have it, if you want." I shrug. It's just a few coins. It's around 8 at night and they close at 8:15. There's no one in line anymore. 

"Well, since I want you, can I have you?" He smirks and steps closer. I take my hand and scoop a little of my snowcone in my hand and throw it in his face. I don't care if it hurt him. 

"What the fuck?!" He growls. I walk off like I've done nothing and go back to my dorm to finish my snowcone. I close the door and take deep breaths over and over. I hate smirks.