Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 5: Xander's P.O.V

I ran through the short, jade grass for miles and lost all sense of where I was. I knew I had finally left their land when I stumbled onto a gritty, grey, gravel road. I just ran and ran, holding the tears back. It was so hard being away from Alex. It surprised me because I had known him such a short time. Agony filled my heart and I wanted to sob all the pain out of my system, but I pulled it together.

I felt the gravel scrape against my soft hand, dig into my sensitive skin, and cut my flesh. My crimson blood spilled out and covered the gravel. I stood up and ran as far and as fast as possible, ignoring the pain. My positively hopeless tears trailed down my cheeks and dripped onto the road beneath me.

I finally made it to a gas station and slapped some money that was lingering in my pocket on the counter in exchange for getting snacks and a much needed bottle of water. I went outside of the gas station and laid against the rough, maroon, brick wall as I greedily drank the water in large gulps.

I sparingly ate my sweet snacks, and then started sprinting again. I ran in until my sides ached, until my eyes watered, until my feet tripped over each other, and until my eyes saw black spots. I grasped at the air for something to hold onto as my legs grew weak.

I despaired, feeling like I was dying. I just wiped my face and trudged onwards. I took small, gasping breaths and my body stumbled all over the deserted road in curved lines. I most likely looked like I was drunk to anyone else. My lungs were unable to take in more air. They wouldn't keep me alive anymore and my own body would no longer support me, I wildly thought. Then he came.

A car stopped in front of me and I collapsed. I finally fell to my knees. He had found me again. I had never been destined to leave his cruelty and had known that. Ryan smirked down at me, grasped my arm, and pulled me upwards. I wildly swayed on my feet and weakly pushed at him. Ryan let me go and I stumbled away. I fearfully looked over my shoulders.

"You're never going to get away, my sweet little Xander," Ryan taunted me.

I ignored him because I was firmly concerned on surviving this encounter. My legs finally regained some strength and I started running. Ryan didn't like that and started calling after me because he was concerned his prey was escaping.

He became angry because I ignored him and he started after me. His long legs easily and quickly ate up the gravel until he reached me. Ryan slammed into me and I roughly fell onto the ground. My face smacked against the gravel harshly.

I yelped as the small, hard pieces of gravel dug into my skin. I felt blood weeping from my flesh when he yanked on my arm. Ryan twisted my wrist until it broke. I heard the bones snap and loudly cried out.

He tugged on my wrist until tears entered my eyes. I attempted escaping the pain. He backhanded me and my head swung in the opposite direction. My ears were ringing. I crawled away from him and refused to let my scream of agony pass through my lips.

I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt me.I knew that was all he wanted. I could see it in his eyes. I warily backed away and he pursued me with a creepy smile. I turned and started running as quickly as I could. My feet stumbled over each other and my wrist agonizingly throbbed as it swelled up into an ugly mess. Ryan caught up to me soon enough and whipped my slim body around.

His tough and callused hand closed around my slender throat. The tears crashed down my cheeks as I struggled in his grip. I flailed, kicked, and desperately struggled, but I could feel my breath and life leaving me. My hand struck out and clawed at his face wildly. I dug my fingernails deep and hard enough into his skin to leave long, bloody, crimson marks. Ryan was suddenly, forcibly ripped away from me and I crashed onto my knees on the rough pavement.

The move jarred me. The tears were drying on my skin and leaving sticky paths of depression. My wrist started hurting with a terrible and agonizing misery. I tried to catch my breath, even though my chest heaved and my flesh throbbed. My hands trembled and my body shook. I started to stand up, but I was lifted to a very muscular body.

I glanced at the man's face and saw that it was Alex, who looked absolutely furious. I didn't want him to be mad at me. It would still be easier for me to leave if he was, though. I knew I would only hurt him. Even his parents didn't want us together, and your parents knew you so well. I didn't want to be responsible for hurting anyone.

I raised my hands to his muscled chest and weakly pushed at him. Alex still looked furious as he glanced down at me. I could tell I had startled him. I couldn't talk because I was in so much pain. I had thought I was used to pain, but I wasn't. I hadn't felt real pain in years.

I mouthed the words,"Let me go."

His face grew even angrier and I flinched.

"I will never let you go. If I let you leave now, I might as well just kill you."

I was confused and hurt. He thought I couldn't take care of myself? I had survived a lot of terrible things before he came along, hadn't I? I angrily pushed at him and wiggled out of his arms. I stalked away in the opposite direction of my shocked mate. My body was violently shaking with fury and pain.

Alex caught up to me a few minutes later and gently but firmly grasped my arm so that I was pulled towards his chest. I gasped in surprise and looked up at him in confusion. What did he want? Hadn't I made it clear that I was leaving? It still didn't matter because Alex was way better off without me. It seemed like everyone but him knew that. How could he not realize that?

His knuckles tenderly brushed across the soft, now bruised skin of my face and I violently jerked backwards. Alex firmly put his burly arm around my small waist, which reduced my struggles to a minimum. Alex bent me over his strong arm and touched his pink lips to my forehead. I quietly gasped as he kissed me.

I struggled to keep my eyes open and not enjoy his delicate, delicious kisses. I failed; I couldn't stop myself from yearning for more of his affection. Comforting heat spread over my skin and warmed my body. My eyes finally slid shut and Alex placed tiny, gentle kisses on my eyelids.

I bit my lower lip. I was extremely nervous. I shouldn't be allowing him to do this to me, I thought with desperation. It will only make it harder for me to say good-bye to him later. I knew I would have to say good-bye to him eventually. Alex trailed miniature, intoxicating, soft kisses down to the sharp edge of my chin.

He completely skipped my lips, which I ached for him to touch. They were begging for him to lay his lips onto them and claim them as his, claim me as his. I shook the exciting fantasy out of my head. I couldn't entertain thoughts like that, especially since I had to say good-bye to him.

Why was he making this so difficult for me? These tormenting feelings were completely confusing me. I felt like I was falling apart and he was the only one who could put me back together again. Small butterfly kisses landed in the hollow of my throat and I shamefully whimpered softly. I felt ashamed of the need I had for this man.

"I won't let you go! It doesn't matter what anyone else says. I need you! Tell me that you need me," Alex desperately insisted.

I anxiously nibbled at my lip and tried to resist my need for him. This was going to turn out badly for all of us. I just knew it! Alex deserved so much better than me. I closed my eyes and fought. I fought against my yearning for him, but eventually gave up the conflict I was losing. Anytime that I thought of leaving Alex, I felt desolation rip my heart out of my chest and agony fill my body.

It hurt when I thought of leaving this wonderful man, but I had to. I had to! I finally gave into his wishes because I truly didn't want to leave him. Alex was the only person that ever protected or loved me. Tears came to my eyes at his sweetness. He was so lovable. I just couldn't resist him.

"I-I n-need y-you," I hesitantly whispered after a long silence.

I expected him to push me away. I thought that he might be be playing with my emotions and vulnerability like everyone else had. My insecurities, fear, and negativity were coming out in me again. I was always thinking that people thought the worst of me. I was frightened that I might be right, but my fears were for naught. A crooked smile graced Alex's face. He lifted me to his chest and I buried myself in it. Alex proceeded to carry me back to that house with a smile on his face the entire time.