The Trouble-Makers (Alex Gaskarth Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eighteen

Rian's words coursed through me and I suddenly widened my eyes. I could see it all over Rian's face, he was worried. If I didn't put an end to this, who knew how far Alex would go. I gave a small nod to Rian. "You boys get Jack, I'll deal with Alex," I said, my voice coming out shaky.

​​I walked past Rian and was horrified to see Alex was still kicking the crap out of the nameless guy even though the guy wasn't even putting up a fight anymore. As much as this scared me, I knew I had to put an end to it.

​​"Alex," I said quietly at first, trying not to look at him but that didn't catch his attention. "Alex!" I nearly screamed, and I saw a flicker cross his face at that and he paused with his fist still raised in the air. "Stop this, please, stop," I said, my voice choking as I stifled a sob. The pour guys, they weren't even a part of this; it was Kenny who did the real wrong and I didn't think even Kenny deserved to be beat like this.

​​Alex let go of the guy and looked over at me, his eyes wide. He stood up, walking towards me and he watched my tears on my cheeks. His face looked like he was in a daze as he gently put a hand my face to wipe away my tears. I flinched slightly at his touch, and I saw the look of hurt cross through his face.

​​He blinked slowly, looking over towards Jack who was struggling to fight against Mike and Rian as they pulled him off. Jaime was no where to be seen and neither was Kenny, and a shiver ran down my spine at that.

​​I felt Alex's hand weave into mine as he pulled me away from the bruised and swollen guys. He pushed through the crowd. He went past the entrance doors. He didn't stop until we stood in front of his car once again.

​​Alex finally released my hand and he sat down on the ground, putting his head between his legs and it took me a few minutes to realize he was struggling to breath.

​​Panic attack.

​​I immediately sat down in front of him, grabbing his head between my hands and forcing him to look me in the eyes. "Listen to me, Alex. You're fine. No ones going to hurt or leave you. Just breath. Slow. In and out. Let the air into your lungs, you're fine." I repeated to him in a soothing voice until he calmed down.

​​"T-thanks," he stammered, slowly standing up and using the car to lean against. "How did you learn to do that?"

​​"I used to get really bad panic attacks when I was little and that's what my dad used to say to me when I was going through them," I explained, edging closer to Alex. Just because he had a panic attack didn't mean I we going to let what just happened slide. "Alex," I started, "is that...usually how far you take those fights?"

​​He looked towards the ground now. "No," he admitted. "When I'm that pissed off it usually gets worse." He paused. "The only reason I stopped was because I heard your tone and then," he looked up towards me now, "I saw you were crying."

​​I felt my chest constrict and stepped closer to him, pressing my head against his chest and wrapping my arms around him. He slowly wrapped his arms around me as well and squeezed me closer to him. "I don't like that side of you, it scared me," I whispered.

​​"I know, I'm sorry you had to see that," Alex said with his cheek against the top of my head. He pulled away to look down at me. "I couldn't stand seeing the way he touched you like that," Alex said, his voice turning harsh towards the end. "He had to learn that wasn't okay."

​​"And you don't think one punch would've been fine?" I asked, shaking my head. "And then when you and Jack went after the other two-" my voice choked and Alex quickly pressed my head against him again, hushing me.

​​"It's fine; it's okay. It's over now," he reassured me, rubbing my back. I could tell he saw no error in his ways, it was obvious, but at least he knew I disapproved.