Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 21: Xander's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning, feeling all warm and contented inside. It was so sweet that they threw me a birthday party. I had never had one before. I liked their gifts too. They were so thoughtful, and they didn't have to buy me anything in the first place, but I wouldn't protest. I snuggled into Alex's side.

His hand stroked my hair gently and I almost purred at the action. It made me feel so loved. I knew it was odd because it was such a small action, but it did. I looked up at him and saw that his other arm was folded behind his head in a relaxed posture and he was looking up at the ceiling.

I brushed my finger over the delicious curve of his pink bottom lip to get his attention because I wanted to ask him something. I had never been so daring before, but Alex made me feel like I could do anything. He looked down at me with amusement and sucked the top of my finger into his mouth. I blushed and extracted it.

"I wanted to ask you something."

Alex nodded for me to continue.

"Can I go put my supplies in my studio today?"

He silently nodded his agreement. I snuggled back into him, satisfied. He smiled and slid his fingers through my blonde hair again. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was eleven o'clock already. My eyes shot wide open. I wanted to paint something today, so I had to get moving- very reluctantly. I was warm and happy and just wanted to stay here.

"See you later," I told him before jumping off the bed and scampering away.

I heard him groan before he left the bed. I giggled mentally. I knew he wouldn't let me go by myself and that fact made me feel safer in an odd way. I ran down the stairs, hearing his heavy footsteps follow me. Lexi and Blake were sitting on the couch, having some alone time before the kids woke up. They definitely were not morning people, I thought. Neither was I.

They watched me run towards the front door, but Alex scooped me up and swung me around by the waist. I laughed in delight at feeling his warmth against me. Lexi and Blake were stifling their laughter. He took me back to the couch and we cuddled. We had a quick breakfast before Alex drove me to my studio.

I was bouncing in happiness as we came in with my supplies. I opened everything quickly and then started drawing an outline on the paper with pencil. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, bent over at the waist. I was deep in thought as I trailed an outline of Alex. I really wanted to paint a picture of him. He was standing by the door, watching me.

I got really deep into my imagination. My pencil slid across the pencil in quick, precise, thin lines. He was almost finished on the paper when Alex suddenly threw me over his shoulder and then the pencil cut across the picture, ruining it. I yelped in protest and anger. I had been drawing this for two hours!

I kicked my legs and wriggled over his shoulder, but I wasn't going anywhere. He took me to the car and I tumbled into the passenger seat. I glared at him when he got in the car and he sighed. I was mad at him. He ruined the drawing that I was making for him!

"We have to go, Xander. I'll explain when we get there."

With that said, he started the car and left. I was still angry, but decided I would wait for his explanation. He drove home as quickly as possible. He hit a potholes a few times and I groaned when my head hit the roof of the car. We were eventually home and he took me upstairs.

"My father has decided to basically use the pack to try and kill you. He's really..." He trailed off as I looked up at him in shock.

What? Was he serious? He stepped closer to me and took my face in his palms.

"I can't lose you, Xander. You're my life now."

Guilt attacked me at the thought that I had started this fight, but it dissolved as Alex gently kissed me.

"I told your friends they might be in trouble, so they're coming here soon."

I nodded my head against his chest. Why did his father hate me so much? What had I done to him to make him so furious? I really didn't understand his hatred for me. We went back downstairs, Alex keeping me close to him. I was sticking to him like a second skin. I looked at everyone with wide eyes. I hadn't meant to cause such trouble.

Stephanie and Brandon came in the door and started fussing over me- well, mostly Stephanie because Brandon just sat down and waited for her to stop. I waved her attentions away. I could feel that something bad was going to happen. I could feel it in my gut and was getting really worried because Jane still hadn't shown up with Jamie.

I kicked my legs back and forth and anxiously twisted my fingers back together. I really didn't want anyone to get hurt. Alex soothed my movements by running one hand over a slender thigh and rubbing my hand with his thumb. He suddenly got a call and leaned away from me to take his phone out of his pocket.

He took it and spoke in a soft voice to the person on the other line. What was happening now? He shut it with a sad look on his face. What was wrong? I felt like I was going crazy. Where was Jane at? Why did I feel like this?

"Jane and Jamie were in a car accident. The doctors told me that it looked like the beginning of a coma. They have been there for the past day and she is still unconscious."

My eyes filled with tears at the news of my best friend being hurt so badly. I hadn't wanted Jane to be hurt. This was all my fault. I had done this to her! Alex drew my head against the warm skin of his neck and rubbed my back, comforting me. What was going to happen to us now?