Alex's Story

Chapter 13

He cut.. oh gosh... what have I done? I opened my locker and quickly shut it after getting my things. I practically ran to math an set my things down running back out. I couldn't see Brandon anywhere. I went to his Geometry class and he wasn't there.

@&$!

I groaned in frustration..his house, he must be there..
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Brandon's pov

My music was blaring as the bottle of vodka was in my hand. I drank a little and pulled it away, loving the burning sensation in my throat. I sat on my bed tapping my foot to the beat. When the bottle was empty, I threw it across the room. It shattered into a million pieces and fell on the ground.

My wrists were burning from last night. I cut, I realize it was stupid, but I don't regret it. Amy found out and gave me a HUGE lecture this morning, but it made me realize I was still a human. I buried my face in my hands thinking of the one girl that I actually truly loved.

Alex.

Her name was as beautiful as she was. Her blue eyes were gorgeous, but she always hid them behind her glasses. She was always on my mind. I love her.

Wait what? I never love anyone. I see a hot girl, I screw her, and leave. That's it, but Alex is different. She was my resource to everything. When I called her she would always pick up, when I said I wanted he here, she'd be over in 5..

A car pulling up to the house, distracted me from my thoughts. It couldn't be my mom, se was out for the week and my dad never came back since I was 7. I got up and looked out of my window turning the stereo off. I looked at the car and instantly knew who it was... Alex.
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Alex's pov

I turned my car off an got out bringing the keys with me. I locked my car door and sped to the door. Reaching it, I pounded as hard as I could. "Brandon! Open up!" I yelled. No answer. I turned the handle on the door and turned it pushing the door open, revealing a beat up looking Brandon. "What the heck?" I screamed running over to him.

"I'm sorry." He slurred. I grabbed his arm and led him to the couch sitting him on there. I ran to the kitchen to make coffee, I heard black coffee helps undrinking people or whatever.

After about 20 minutes of brewing the coffee, sitting Brandon down, and trying to control a drunken Brandon, the coffee was done. I grabbed a coffee cup and poured it into it.

I walked over to Brandon, out cold. I slapped him hard and he woke up a little less drunk. "Drink." I demanded. He took it and drank it making a disgusting face.

"That's disgusting." He retorted putting it on the table.

"Well it'll get you back to normal." I stated. Brandon scooted over on the couch and motioned me to cuddle with him. I gladly climbed into his warm embrace.

"I'll always love you." He said, afterwards kissing me on the forehead.

"I know." I said smiling.