Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Killer!Alex (Part 4)

AN jesus christ guys every single time i read the previous chapter im like wtf????? @ me will you stop setting the bar so fucking high ??? I can't live up to my own expectations !!! also wow alex is such a dick in this why am I writing this ? warning frens do not fall in love with this guy like this chick is doing hes bad !! he kills people ok !! ok now we got that settled, enjoy the story loves ily xx

Your POV

When I awoke, I was surprised to find someone right behind me. My skin was sticky with sweaty contact and all I could think about was the possibility that I had slept with this unknown man. I sighed in relief when I saw who it was.

"Awake?" he smiled, making me quiver with his gaze. The sense of security I got was uneasy as I smiled and nodded up to him. He brushed over the blankets, startling me with his nude body.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked him, looking down at myself to find that I wasn't clothed either. I didn't think we did anything sexual, but my mind was hazy from yesterday's happenings. I wasn't sure what was real.

"Just a couple hours," he told me reassuringly, but I felt everything but reassured.

"A couple hours? And you didn't bother to wake me up?"

"You were asleep, I felt like it'd be the devil's work to disturb something so peaceful." The devil's work? He sure did know a lot about Hell.

"What were you doing while I was asleep?" I asked him, throwing the blanket off my body, only to replace it with the towel I had worn to bed.

"Watching you," he said calmly. I jolted when I processed his words.

"You just watched me? That was it?"

"Yep." I stared at him uneasily as I struggled to find any sort of clothes.

"Alex," I called to him waveringly. He hummed in response. "Where are my clothes?"

"I threw them out."

"But what am I supposed to wear?"

"My clothes," he replied, almost in a goofy way. Alex wasn't goofy. And neither was his profession. The idea of himself that was forming in my mind was not something I wanted, but no matter how hard I tried to push it out, he pushed his way back in like a knight in a shining butcher knife.

"Don't I get underwear?"

"No."

"But I want a bra."

"I don't give a shit, you're not getting one." His malicious tone was back, and I cowered in my towel, sitting up. I didn't have to say anything for him to know he scared me. He knew the power he had, and he honed every single goddamn minute of it. "I'm sorry, love," his soft caring tone was back. "I didn't mean to frighten you. We just can't afford to make any purchases right now, that's all."

"Do we not have any money?" I asked, looking up at him as he sat next to me on the bed with a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Because I have money if we need it, I can go get some and-"

"Honey, listen. I think it's cute, you calling us 'we' and all," he started with a smile, his brown eyes sparkling up at mine, holding my hand. It reminded me of the first time he held my hand, the first time I spotted his rose tattoo. I was feeling a much different feeling than I am now, and I can't help but wonder if I'm his rose he protects with thorns. "But we have to look at the big picture. You don't exist anymore. You're gone. Whatever money you had is inaccessible. And we shouldn't be making any electronic withdrawals, that's always a bad idea."

"Why?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

He laughed, a smile still on his face while his hands cupped my own. "I'm a killer, baby. We can't leave any bread crumbs that would lead the cops right to us."

"What do we eat? How do we eat?" My panic had grown as I started thinking about all the things we need to buy in order to stay alive. Were we just supposed to live in his car? How did he afford this hotel?

"We use cash, Y/N. We do jobs to get said cash." He smiled and brought my forehead to his lips, kissing the top of it gently, before standing up. "Now get dressed love, we got a long day ahead of us."

"Where are we going?"

"Nashville, baby cakes."

Alex didn't speak to me again, at least not about what we were doing. After the night in the hotel, we didn't have much money to eat on, so he told me we were getting a job. I didn't know what that job was since he wouldn't talk to me about it, but sooner or later, I was in his passenger seat again in his sweats and Ravens sweatshirt and we were on our way to Nashville. It was a three hour drive from where we were, and I don't think we could afford any more stops.

I gnawed on some gummy worms Alex had bought for me while we made our trip to the only city I was currently excited to see. Maybe this would be an adventure, maybe Alex wasn't such a bad guy. He drove for the three hours it took for us to get there, and only stopped at the end when we reached our destination.

The street was abandoned despite it being four o'clock in the afternoon. There was no sign of children playing on the street or a mom cooking dinner for her family to return. I couldn't hear anything. The only thing I did see was a beat up suburban home with a shitty chain link fence in the front yard. "Stay here," Alex advised, and I was not one for going against his wishes.

I waited for him to return, and he did, momentarily. It took a couple minutes for him to be in and out, and by the time he made it back to the car, I was grateful. His crooked smile was the only thing keeping me going that I could remember.

"So what's the job?" I asked him, eager for us to be okay again.

"Just gotta eliminate this dick weed that owes my friend money. No big deal."

"Oh," was all I said, the smile immediately washed off my face.

"What's wrong?"

"I wish we didn't have to kill people," I muttered quietly.

"And I wish you weren't such a whore but I guess we all can't get what we want." I winced at his insult, but my mind pushed it away like I didn't hear it, and suddenly I was okay again. I reached over to turn on the radio, but he slapped my hand away. "Don't touch my fucking stereo. Got it?" His scary voice had returned, and I slumped in my seat, but nodded any way. "Good girl." We drove on until we reached whoever the potential client was.

We arrived close to five, and waited until dark. It was then that a guy, maybe Puerto Rican, showed up with a sack of what looked like money. "He's here. Don't get out, and for god's sake don't ask any fucking questions when I get back."

I hummed a quiet reply as I watched Alex get out of the car. He approached him with a gun in his hand, and the guy he was confronting looked scared shitless. It was now that my mind had reminded me of all the things I went through the other night. What the girl looked like when Alex took her life. The fear I felt when I thought he was going to do the same to me. I couldn't help but watch the exchange go down.

"Where's my fucking money!" Alex yelled at him, the pistol pointed right at him.

"I have it, I swear!" the guy replied, throwing it all at the ground toward Alex's feet. "It's all there, I promise, no bullshit!"

"You want me to fucking count it? Count it yourself!" He shoved the guy to the sack of money as he trembled to take the money out and count it in front of Alex.

"It's all there, man, I promise. Now please, just let me go." He finished counting and put it back in the sack, handing it to Alex.

He laughed as he took the bag, shaking his head. "You see, the thing about me, Juan, is that I don't like to leave loose ends. Your supplier may need you, but I sure as hell don't." I heard a shot ring out, and then Juan fell to the ground. I screamed, covering my mouth with my hand, squeezing my eyes shut and letting out muffled sobs. Alex got back in the car, and an overwhelming smell of gunpowder emitted from him. I tried to block it out, but my sobs remained in constant reminder.

He tossed the bag in the back seat and looked over at me. "You see?" he smiled over at me, placing a calm hand on my shaking knee. "That was easy. Now let's go get our money." He drove off with me in the back seat still shaking. I tried to calm down but I couldn't. No matter how nice he seemed, Alex was a murderer, and I'm along for the ride. There may be no way to turn back now.