The Remembering (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

15. Realist

Chapter 15 - Realist

   My time with Alex, I can say there was never a time where it was dull. We were either doing three things, laughing, making out, or arguing. There was always something going on and it was unstoppable. It was in the nature of our relationship. Sure, I could have done things differently, including Alex himself, but that's the thing about being young. You may think you're ready for something like this to happen. Of course you'll think you are mature, and perhaps you are, but your heart isn't. You don't realize what type of storm you're getting until you are facing it on the edge of a cliff, not when you are facing the calm before the storm.

   I like to think of myself as a realist, that would avoid love at all cost. But that didn't happen when Alex came into place. I've always looked at my parents as the number one example. What ever happened to love? I constantly asked myself that prior to their divorce. But Alex was changing my views in the way I didn't notice.

   I never really got a grip of why Derek and my Dad were so against me dating, or even talking to a boy, or Hell, even being around Alexander Gaskarth. At first I thought it could have been the fact that they didn't want to see me grow up. But the night that Alex was gripped by his collar of his jacket by my Dad, and I was held back by Derek, in that second, I knew it was much more.

But I just didn't know what it could be.

   It was in the very moment, when my dad screamed into his face like the way he did. Veins popping out of his neck, his face hot with red. "What do you want!?" He spat into his face.

   He looked over at me, "How dare you lie to me, Laila! This was who you were really going out with?" His grip couldn't have been any tighter around Alex's collar. I knew I had to do something fast or Alex's mighty tough fist would be connected to his face. "One of the Gaskarth boys, really? Why?"

   Derek's grasp on me didn’t allow me to get out of it, no matter how hard I try. "I don't understand." I had the water works in my eyes, my cheeks are most likely running in the colors of red.

"Let go of me!" Alex barked, pushing his hands on my Dad's chest. It wasn't surprising that my Dad ended up letting go. Alex has muscles, there was no doubt about that.

"Why can't I be happy Dad?!" I wiggle out of Derek's touch. "What's so bad about him?" I point to Alex, who stood there with his face flushed and his fists to his sides. "Huh? You don't even know him!"

"I know enough, Laila. You're grounded. Now go to your room." He demanded, his eyes are daggers into mine.

I hesitated, I knew that if I didn't obey that I would be dead meat but something in me turned on like a flip of a switch. I was going to stand my ground. "No." I folded my arms.

"Laila," Alex warned, shaking his head.

"You can get out of my fucking house." My Dad said to Alex, and pointed directly to the door. "And never come back."

    Alex sucks on his teeth, and slowly turned around. His eyes told millions of words. Angry was the first one. And out of all the other ones, there was a hint of sadness to them, but no one would be able to tell besides me. But it fades away, right before he walks out.

   "I'm sorry that I happen to care for your daughter." The sarcasm rolled off his tongue like it always did with the slick words he puts to use when needed.

   My heart shattered right there and then. At the time, I didn't understand. Alex and I only knew each other for little under two months. But something about Alex and his charm, or maybe that's not the right word to use, perhaps it was all the things Alex did that made it seem like I've known him longer. But yet, it felt like there was so much more that I didn't know about Alex.