Chapter 5
Alena
The last hour had passed in a blur. I had hit Misty/Harriet in the face, a couple of times. Lets just say she would need a new nose job, as I had broken her nose by the time Marko had stormed in and saw me pounding up his girlfriend. Dad had held me off Harriet/Misty long enough for Marko to drag Harriet from the house and drive her to the Walk in centre, and then back to her house, he still hadn't come back. Mum hadn't spoken a word, they didn't understand why I had thumped her, and they understood my dislike, hell who wouldn't. They left me in the turret room. To 'calm down' I didn't need calming down, well maybe a little, I needed painkillers, serious painkillers, to get rid of the burning in my chest. My brain was firing memories of the blond, sapphire eyed beauty; the day we first met, and he smiled at me, and I knew that he would be the death of me. I never knew I would be so right. The day he changed being the care free, lovable Lewis; he was dark sulky, he would get angry and lash out at me, I thought he was just having mood swings and the real lovable Lewis would come back from the dark lonely nights. I didn't know that the dark Lewis was the real Lewis. And that I wouldn't escape his web. You hear about women in them situations, and you think that you would realise the guy you gave your heart to was evil. I always thought that they would just suddenly switch, but Lewis was too sneaky, the occasional slap, and the apologises and the flowers would come out flooding, and I would always say if he did it again I would leave him. But, the flowers and apologises would get scarce and the occasional slap would turn into black eyes. And that's when the lying started. I had to lie family, to Arabelle and Billie which hurt the most, as the knew something was up, they thought I wouldn't trust them, I couldn't go out with them as I had to stay where Lewis could see me, if he would let me out to see the world it was with him, and if they saw me I could see the pain I caused them etched on their faces. My heart tightened in agony every time I thought of him. And the pain I caused everyone. My head assaulted me with more images of him, so that I would get the picture. I couldn't trust them. Men, they would just hurt me, and my heart was already in too many pieces to be stitched up again, only to be torn apart. I would keep my heart in a box, so no one could reach it. Because the next person who touched my heart would kill me, probably time, as I am already dead inside, when I left Lewis and he finally departed this world, he took a piece of my heart and soul with him. My mind was about to take a trip down memory lane when the door of the turret room was flung open, my brother was standing there, with murder in his eyes. "What the hell, were you thinking when you were beating up my girlfriend" my brother's voice was a quiet menace that spoke of instability.
"Well, I was thinking about how much I liked the sound of something cracking in her face" my voice was calm and lacked all emotion, which infuriated Marko more. He was quivering in anger, his face was flashing red, like alarm bells. "You are sick" it took him an age to form them 3 words as he was so livid. "No, what's sick is the way you are yearn after her, its pitiful, and your lucky that I have saved your ass, as you would have been caught, hook, line and sinker, hey cheer up there's plenty more fish in the sea" which I thought was rather funny. Marko obviously didn't get the memo to laugh at the fish joke as his fists were clamped together so tight his knuckles where turning white from the lack of blood. "SAVING MY ASS! How? My girlfriend is in hospital and her dad is saying that I will never see her again?" I looked at him.
"Well, at least there's a silver lining to the situation" my voice was nonchalant
"You did not just say that" his voice was quiet again
"Yeah I did"
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!! What did you say to me 6 months ago when you came home with black eyes and god knows what, 'Let me make my own mistakes' when I would hear you cry yourself asleep at night," he moved a step closer, "when I heard your screams in the night," he was in an arms reach "when you came home with a bloody lead pipe a month ago, who cleaned it up without saying a word," he was in my face now, his anger had finally drained from his face, but my raw heart kept bleeding profusely at his accusations, "I want that one chance Al, I want to explore me and Harriet, without having to do it while she is in hospital" I looked at him, I saw the begging in his eyes, I wanted to say yes, that I wouldn't interfere, that I would let the mirage of love run its course, but I couldn't. My cold, dead heart was freezing in my chest, and I couldn't let that happen to my vibrant brother. "If you want to talk about my mistake then lets talk, do you have any idea how it feels like to have an unanimated heart inside, do you have any inkling how it feels like to be on auto pilot for the rest of your life, to be worthless, expendable, and to be in so called love, the thing for fools without enough sense. When you have experienced that, you can come shout abuse about my past, but until then, you are just a cruel venomous snake with its eyes closed, and you will not last long, if it takes Misty to open your eyes while slicing your heart then so be it, I'm done" I raised my hands in surrender, his face was ghostly and I could see the mechanics working and processing what I had just said, he raised his hand and ran it through his unkempt hair, "Alena I'm sor..." I cut him off with a cold hard look, "Save it for when you mean it" and then I brushed past him and the tears that had been building up, flooded out of me as I ran out of the house and into the rain, that was crying with me.
If you play with fire you get burned,
If you play with love you get hurt,
