The One That Got Away

Chapter 5

Alex's POV.

Jennifer is cooking the meat for me and boiling her vegetables while I, sitting on the couch in the living room watching random things.

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell.

Who could it be?

I opened the door and there stood, Vanessa. My Girlfriend.

"OMG! Baby Alex! I missed you so much!" She squealed.

Vanessa is a human also like Jennifer. We met somewhere here in this hidden place and she moved out to study outside this place. That's why we haven't seen each other for months. Honestly, she have a bad habit and she's a total bitch who only thinks about herself.

"Hey babe. I missed you too. How've you been?" I asked her.

"I'm great! I can't wait to spend time with you!" She exclaimed.

Suddenly, Jennifer appeared in the living room.

"Alex, the dinner is ready." She said.

Fuck.

"Who is she?" Vanessa said while raising her eyebrows.

"She's uhmm, my slave." I said.

"I don't like her. She looks like a slut. Maybe she'll get you away from me." She said galring at Jennifer.

"That is a stupid thing Vanessa. Anyhow, let's eat dinner. I know you're very hungry." I insisted.

She smiled and dragged me to the kitchen.

While we were walking to the kitchen, Vanessa pushed Jennifer out of the way which made Jennifer fall on the floor.

I looked at her with a sorry eyes but she didn't noticed it.

We sat down on the chairs surrounding the table and Jennifer set the dishes on the table.

Vanessa and I started to eat but Jennifer was just standing there so I asked her to join us but Vanessa butted in.

"Get out of here. I'm choking on my food whenever I see you. Get out!" She pinted at the door.

Jennifer quickly obeyed and left the kitchen.

Vanessa never thought of how Jennifer was treated before.

We finished eating then I left her in the kitchen to take a bath.

Wrong decision Alex. 

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Jennifer's POV.

He have a girlfriend....

Those words kept on repeating on my mind and it's really stuck on my mind.

Anyways, I picked the dirty plates and started to wash them when suddenly, someone grabbed my arm making me turn around.

"What do you think you are doing?! Stealing someone's boyfriend away!?" I think her name is Vanessa, shouted at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing's going on between Alex and I. I swear!" I said.

"Oh really? A liar finally spoke a lie? Go find someone who will believe your lies!" She slapped me on the cheek.

This is a real torture...

She punched me on my stomach a few times then kicked me wherever she may kick me.

She's just wreck less and I know she doesn't have feelings..

Vanessa stomped out of the house and left me there with my body aching, my tears threatening to spill out.

"Vanessa! I'm done! Where are you?" Alex's voice popped out from nowhere.

Alex suddenly entered the kitchen and when he saw me, his eyes grew wide.

"J-Jennifer? What happened to you? You have bruises and red marks all over your body!" He squealed.

"Don't touch me." I tried to look away from him.

"No. Who did this to you?! Tell me!" His tone went higher.

"I-I can't." I stuttered.

He shook his head slowly. I know he knows that I'm afraid to tell him.

Alex lifted me up which made me flinch.

He carried me carefully like I'm some fragile glass.

I was sobbing hysterically on his chest like there's no end on this.

He set me carefully on his bed and he made sure that I'm carefully placed on his bed.

I'm in total depression. From the moment I was sold up to this moment where I am treated badly as a slave. Why should this happen to me? Why?

Alex, on the other hand went beside me and wrapped his arms around me securely.

I felt so safe whenever he's around. But the question is WHY?

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The next morning, I woke up early in the morning and went to the bathroom.

Luckily, Alex was still on the ed and I'm able to do my business.

I rummaged his bathroom shelf and surely he have one of those razors.

I quickly found one and placed it above my wrist.

Thinking twice before cutting, but because of depression, I continued and did it.

The razor was planted on my wrist and I kept on forcing it deeper.

Blood was flowing out of my wrist like a water in faucet and I can't do anything about this...

This temporarily removed my depression...

Suddenly, the door flung open and there stood Alex glaring at me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? DON'T YOU KNOW IT CAN KILL YOU!? AND ON THE OTHER HAND, I COULD EASILY GET LOST WITH ONLY A DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!" He shouted at me.

He grabbed the razor out of my hand and he hugged me tightly.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked me softly.

"I can't really do this anymore! I'm in total wreck and I can't do anything about it! No one can help me! Everyday is a hell!" I admitted.

"Let me wrap your wrist with bandage." He said before getting a first aid kit out of the bathroom shelf.

He was wrapping the bandage around my wrist and I'm just here looking him in the eye.

He suddenly looked at me in the eye and before I knew it, his lips was pressed on mine.

I pulled back and looked at him.

"Thank you for being here beside me, Alex." I said.

He looked down and a smile crept on his face.

"Whenever you need me, I'm just here." He said smiling.

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