The Queen

Chapter 2- Nightmares

Alexei POV:

I heard crying through the pouring rain. Turning my head, I saw a little boy with dark hair and grey and green eyes sobbing as he watched a tall figure walk away into the rain.

"Mommy!" he screamed, "Don't leave!" He sat there, broken as he watched his mother walk away from his life. That little gold digger left her family for money.

The boy cried and cried. He didn't stop. Then out of nowhere, a man stepped out of the shadows. He glared at the boy and then raised his fist.

I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. I tried to move but my limbs would not work. There was nothing I could do to save myself.

I sat up, gasping. This was a regular occurrence for me. The dream that I keep having wasn't really a dream but a memory. A really freaking painful memory, so I guess I would have to call it a nightmare.

Sighing, I rubbed my face with my hands. Turning my head to the side, I saw that I had at least two hours before school starts. I knew I wasn't going to get any more sleep so I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, the only I could think was that I looked like dog shit. Like fresh dog shit. In other words I looked terrible. I'm so not one of those people who wake up looking like god.

My black hair stuck up in every direction and my eyes still held sleep in them.

Damn I'm crusty.

Shaking my head, I washed my face and did all my other crap. In fifteen minutes I was done so I went downstairs for breakfast.

I live by myself, so there's no need to make breakfast for other people. After my mom left we lost all contact with her. My dad became abusive. He would always blame me for my mother's departure. One night, I was being beaten so bad that I thought I was gonna die. Luckily, someone was passing by my house and heard my screams. They called the police, CPS came into play, and I was in foster care from the young age of nine. I'm 21 now and life isn't as screwed up. I work at a club down the street and do track and field. I've always wanted to get a scholarship for the sport but so far no schools have responded to my applications.

After I finished breakfast, I took off for college. It was a five-minute walk, so I took it easy. Growing up in an unstable environment has made me appreciate the little things in life a lot more.

I got to there five minutes early, so I went best friend searching. Turner Wales has been my closest and only friend for the past 12 years. He's stuck by my side and was there whenever I would bounce from one foster home to another. That's actually where I met him- in a foster home. So I guess something good did come out growing up in an abusive home.

Turning the corner, I ran into Mr. Wales himself. A grin lit up his entire face once he saw me.

"LEXI!" I winced at the terrible nickname. "Don't call me that asshole."

He pouted. "But it's such a cute nickname for a cute boy." I glared. "If I wasn't in such a good mood today, I would've bashed your balls into the socket they dropped out of."

He blinked at me. "You're in a good mood?"

I slapped the back of his head.

"Fine, fine I get it. Let's just get to class," he said while rubbing the back of his head.

The day dragged on until finally, I was free. I did my victory dance on my head, proud of myself for getting through the day with slapping somebody.(A/N hehe relatable:))

I packed my stuff up and made my way home. Even though school was done for the day, I still had work. My shift starts at six pm, so I had about and hour to kill. Reaching my complex, I mad my way up the rickety metal staircase to my apartment. I went inside, put my stuff down, and got ready. Then I just lounged around while watching Netflix. At 5:45, I headed out, mentally preparing my self for my four hours of serving drinks and listening to strangers' problems. Oh boy.