Book 1 - Slit My Wrist, Hope to Die

Chapter 29 - Fancy

     Alex sits on her bed, hugging her pillow as she waits for a text message from Tate. She feels dehydrated from sobbing all night once she got the news. She'd never expected something like this happen to Jordan. That's the thing Alex dreads about in this world; waiting for her time to come or for her to welcome it early. Although frighten, she welcomes death and misery nevertherless. She goes for her stuffed animal and hugs it tight when the thought of Jordan dead popped into her head.

       Releasing the grip, she realises her body is sore and tense, along with her jaw clenched. "My back is killing me," Alex thought. "I'll lay down for a bit." She lifts her tan arm and removes her glasses, placing them on the desk next to her. For as long as she can remember, whenever she finished crying, she was tired right after and took a nap. A slight creek is heard from the house when Alex is about to close her eyes. Right as she is about to close her eyes, the door bell rings.

        Getting up slowly, reaching for her glasses and getting out of bed, Alex grabs her spare razor she kept with her. Even though she hasn't cut in quiet a while, she always keeps it next to her as a safety net and thanks the store owner for letting her get it without question. Alex grips it in her hand and leaves her room to answer the door.

          Knocking again, Alex decides to look out the window in the living room to see who it is. The window revealed a tall man with silk hair pushed back, a neat tailored suit with polished shoes holding what seems to be a package. "Hm," Alex hums. She finds the body figure to be familiar, like she had seen it before. She loosens her grip on the razor a little and walks over to the front door to look through the peep hole. It's him.

"Hello?" Alex called out.

"Hello, yes." He said in his accent. "My name is Liam. May I ask who I'm speaking to?" Liam gave a slight smile to the door.

"A girl, obviously." Alex shifted on her tippy toes. "Why are you here?"

"Well," Liam gave a little sigh. "I'm here about Jordan."

"Oh," Alex got down from her tippy toes and looked down to the floor. "One second." She fixed her shirt and pants, kept the razor in her back pocket and wiped away the sweat the had developed while gripping the razor. The door with the silver lock was quickly shifted to the side, unlocking the door and letting Liam in. "Hi. I'm Alex."

"Alex... You're her. Holy-" Liam caught himself. "Holy... Hey, didn't I give you my card and two hundred dollars?"

"Yes." Alex's breath skipped. She is finally seeing Liam upclose and with great detail. She never realized how handsome he is. She was about to click her tounge and mouth the word "damn" but stopped herself and just stared at him innocently. That was something she used to do back at school with her friends, but that was a while ago.

"No, way. You're Tate's girlfriend? Wow!" Liam chuckled. "He's got good taste, if an old man like myself is allowed to say!"

Alex blushed at his comment and tried to hide a smile. "You know Tate?" Alex asked, when she finally got control of herself.

"Yes, he works for me." Liam looked around inside the house. "May I come in?"

Alex stood out of the way for him to come in, still blushing. Although, she was confused. "Work for you?" Alex asked, while Liam passed her.

"Yes!" His accent flowed out and melted Alex's insides. "He's so a loyal that it's lovely. He's one of my best."

"What work does he exactly do?" Alex sat down on the couch and looked across to Liam, who sat across from her.

"Drug dealing. Don't you know?" Liam smiled.

              Alex was no longer blushing nor smiling. Her insides were no longer melting, but shattering into pieces, pillar by pillar and unleashing a gas of pain. It flowed into her chest which made it heavy and cave in on her. She coughed to try to break the long slience she was giving while she drowned in the unexpected information she was given. She faked a smile. "Of course. Yes, right. Sorry, long day... Jordan." Alex said, as she sunk in her seat.