Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 8: Alex's P.O.V.

I launched myself at Xander, so there wasn't a chance for him to escape. He seemed to do that a lot when he was nervous. I held my body above his tiny one and sighed as he squeaked and flinched in fright. I glanced down at him and gently brushed my finger against his quivering lip.

"I'm mad at you," I stated.

I ignored his frantic yelp for the time being.

"But that doesn't mean I'll hurt you."

Xander calmed a little, but was still extremely tense.

"You're mad at me?" He squeaked.

Agonizing fear raced into his green eyes. The last time someone had been upset with him, he had most likely been bruised, burnt, or cut open. My tortured mind could imagine his crimson blood soaking his silky skin as it dripped onto a floor. The fury clouded my mind at his pain, but I had to shake it out of my mind.

I could already hear his breath become harsher and feel violent shudders rack his vulnerable body. I focused on him and saw his wide, frightened, sapphire eyes. I caressed the velvety skin of his cheek. He nervously bit his lip as uncertainty and confusion became written all over his face.

"I will never hurt you," I harshly whispered into his ear.

I bit his earlobe. Xander gasped and shivered as he stared at me in amazement. His tiny reactions calmed me as I softly brushed my hand over his cheek.

"You shouldn't have let Lexi hurt you."

I would not let him let people walk all over him. I knew he was frightened of making waves with anyone, but he was allowed to let some tumultuous waves crash against the shore.

"Lexi?"

He looked confused.

'She didn't hurt me."

I growled at him in anger and he pressed further into the mattress with wide eyes.

"I smelled your agonizing pain, Xander. It infuriates me when you're hurting. Don't lie to me about your emotions. I won't have it!" I snarled.

Xander sadly sighed in exasperation.

"I didn't say I wasn't hurting. I said Lexi didn't hurt me."

I stared down at him in confusion. My expression demanded an explanation.

"Her children realized I was nervous and wondered why, which eventually led to me telling them about my dead sister. That's why I was upset."

I shook my head in shocked amazement at those children. They had no concept of personal space or private thoughts. I groaned in frustration.

"Why didn't you tell Lexi they were upsetting you?"

"They're just kids. They didn't know I would be upset. I didn't want to get them in trouble."

He shrugged like his pain meant nothing. I wanted to throttle him.

"So you're just going to let them hurt you?"

I hated the thought of anyone damaging his broken heart anymore. I really didn't care who it was. I just hated it when he was hurt.

"What else am I supposed to do?" He angrily asked.

His bright, furious, violet eyes glared up at me and I blinked in shock. I had never seen him angry before and it was actually kind of cute. I withheld my smile, though. I had the feeling that would only infuriate him more. I knew how to calm him down. I had lived with my parents for two decades and they were much more temperamental than Xander.