Alexis's P.O.V.
For most of the next few weeks, I just cried, hiding in my room. I couldn't readjust to life at home. I missed David, I missed Natasha, I missed Maya. I missed Bella so much. I guess I kind of missed Mason too, in a way.
My parents tried so hard to understand. But no matter how they tried, they didn't know how much you get attached to people in there. You get used to looking over your shoulder and remembering the rules every second. I've forgotten my own house, always walking into walls and expecting doors to be where they're not. I feel bad taking anything from the fridge or pantry without asking. I hate sleeping in my big room, without the sound of David's breathing. My dogs feel too weird to be around.
I got a call from David. Well, I get tons of calls from reporters these days. I guess my number is circling around in the media.
"Hello, Alexis speaking." Phones felt weird.
"Um, hi, it's David."
"David? How are you?"
"Well, not good. Home life sucks now."
"It feels too weird to live a normal life again, I know."
David sighed. "Whereabouts do you live?"
"Near Melbourne, why?"
"Oh, that's good. I live in Bendigo and I was hoping we could meet up again."
I smiled. "Sounds great."
I guess you could call it a first date, but it didn't feel like one. We met at a Bendigo cafe, but we had nothing to talk about. I still liked David. But it was so awkward, being normal again. I'm sure that if we met on the outside, we would've been an average couple, boyfriend and girlfriend. And maybe we still could be together. But there was no way we could be normal. Not now.
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The Beautiful and the Psychotic
Teen FictionI never expected to end up like this, at the hands of a psychopath, who uses us all. For his entertainment, for the entertainment of others, for slavery. I've known him since I was five... or so I thought. Jamey is psychotic. My psychotic cousin.
