Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 (Chloe's pov)

It's been 3 days since I have seen Alex. He hasn't come back to our room yet, and I haven't gone back to the hospital to see him.

I don't know if he likes me or not. His bipolar disorder makes him hard to read. I'm so confused. Maybe he doesn't even like me. I think he doesn't.

My heart begins to crack thinking that. How can I make him want me? I'm ugly, useless, a slut, and I have low self-esteem issues. I am depressed. I sigh.

A light rapping sound comes from the door. I stand up and answer it. I blink, seeing Kat. She hands me a box. I frown taking it.

"What is this?" I ask.

"A present," she says.

"What's in it?"

"You'll see."

"Kat..."

"Don't worry about it. See ya later, Clo," she says, skipping off.

I look after her and then down to the box. I close the door and sit on my bed, opening the box.

Inside is a pair of black and orange lacy see-through lingerie, a black see-through robe, a tube of acne cream, and a makeup kit.

I frown and go into the bathroom. I set the stuff on the counter and strip, getting ready for a shower. I feel gross.

After my shower, I pull on the lingerie, managing to fit it perfectly. I have to leave the tape on my chest off to fill up the top.

Once I'm in the lingerie, I grab the acne cream and apply it to my face.

I begin hearing a voice in the other room. It's muffled and takes pauses. I peek out the door through a crack and see Alex sitting on his bed, a pair of crutches beside him on the floor. He's talking on the phone, his face scrunched up in anger. He's wearing a pair of black basketball shorts, an orange T-shirt, and a white tennis shoe, since he only has one foot now. I pull my head back into the bathroom, sadness overcoming me.

When the acne cream has dried, I begin applying light makeup on my face. I dab on lipstick, lightly powder my cheeks and nose, and make sure that it doesn't look flashy.

Once that's done, I slip the robe on. I pop my head out of the door in time to hear Alex say, "Dustin, I'm going to that shipment. You're not stopping me." I freeze. "I don't care if I'm missing half my leg. I'm going to that damn shipment."

He's gonna leave? Again? For how long? Will I see him again? Why doesn't he want to stay with me? Maybe Zack was right... Maybe my mate doesn't want me. Maybe no one wants me... I should probably just go back to my dad. He's the only one who really cares about me.

Tears well up in my eyes. I exit the bathroom quickly and go to the dresser. I begin opening my drawers, pulling out my stuff.

I need to get out of here... Nobody wants me. I'm just a waste here.

I start shoving things into my suitcases, trying to hurry so I can leave.

Suddenly, I hear, "Excuse you. Where the hell do you think you are going?"

I halt my movements, then slowly look up to see Alex staring right at me, the phone still by his ear.

"I'm leaving," I say, not so confidently.

"To go where?" He asks.

"To go back to my dad, since you don't care about me. The only people who care about me are my dad, God, and my siblings. No one else cares about me!" I say, gaining some confidence.

"You're going to stay here," he growls.

I shake my head. "No, you don't care! And to think I actually wanted to apologize to an egotistical, rude @$$hole like yourself! I can't believe I actually liked you! I hate you, Alexander Davila!" I yell at him.

Time seems to stop when I say that.

I watch as his phone slips from his hand and hits the bed, then bounces off onto the floor, showing a picture of Dustin's face across the screen. Alex's face changes from shock to pain instantly. His chocolate brown eyes well up with tears. His beautiful skin pales. His thin rose colored lips turn downward. He grabs his crutch, shakily gets up to his foot, and limps over to the window.

I jump up and run to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my face to his chest. Tears run down my face. I look up at him.

"Please don't leave!" I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I didn't mean it! I swear I didn't!"