Summer Camp

Chapter Sixty Three

  S.O.S. please someone help me
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard
You got me tossin' and turnin' and can't sleep at night

This time please someone come and rescue me
'Cause you on my mind it's got me losing it

  ~ S.O.S, Rihanna 

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** Alex's POV **

"I'm sorry," said the King. He had left me alone for a day, but now he was bothering me. I cried thinking about what he had done to me yesterday. The King had taken advantage of me and was so close to rape that it was scary. I didn't want to know what would have happened if Harry hadn't came in. 

"I-I don't know what came over me, but it won't happen again," he said, coming over to pat my head. It would normally be a soothing gesture, but now it just made me more scared. 

"Please think about my offer again," said the King. I nodded hoping that he would leave, and it worked. 

I got up and took a shower. I turned the water as hot as it would go, and scrubbed myself raw, but I could still feel the King's body touching me. And I could still be the marks where he held on too tight. My neck had a large purple hickey, and there were little bite marks on my neck and chest. I put on a pair of uncomfortable pants and a long billowy shirt, before leaving my room.

The guards still laughed at me, not caring about the emotional scaring that they were causing me. I walked quickly down the hall, and away from the King's room. I wandered around the castle, not having a destination in mind. 

I stopped at the hospital, and went in. Landon was there are so was Harry. 

"Hey Alex," said Landon, motioning me over to him, I did, and he hugged me quickly. Landon was becoming a close friend of mine, it was really nice that I had someone to talk to.

"Are you okay," asked Harry. Tears came to my eyes as I thought about the question. I tried to form an answer but only a sob came out. 

Landon wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and held me tightly. I fell apart in his arms crying and sobbing. I soaked his shirt, by the time I was calm again.

"I'm really sorry," he said. I nodded and held on to him. I was so tired and hurt, I was afraid of the dreams that would come if I fell asleep.

"I'm afraid," I whispered.

"Of what," asked Landon.

"A lot," I answered, "I'm afraid of the King, being hurt, the King hurting my sister, being alone, not being able to go home. I'm scared that I'll die down here, that I'll never see my family again, or hold my kitty. I'm afraid of the nightmares that will capture me when I close my eyes, I'm afraid to die."

Landon stayed quite, studying me, "I can help with the nightmares, but I don't think that anything I do will be useful for anything else." He got up and grabbed me a pill bottle. I took it in my hand. I noticed that Harry was gone.

"Thank you," I said.

"I lied," said Landon, "I can help you with one more thing. Go up one flight of stairs, and follow the hallway until you get to an elevator, go the the floor labeled S."

"Why," I asked.

"Just go," said Landon, shooing me out of his hospital, "Thank me later."