The Dare

Chapter 5

Dylan's POV

I wake up earlier than usual to make sure Alexandra is alright. I'm about to enter when I hear her screaming. Getting scared that maybe someone is in there, I slam the door open and see her screaming at nothing.

She stares at me and starts screaming again.

"PLEASE DON'T COME NEAR ME! I'll do anything. Please let me go." She pleads at me. She thinks I'm Jake. Ouch. That hurts.

I know that if I go near her things would get worse so I stand still in my place.

"Hey, calm down. I'm not Jake." I repeat until she starts to believe me.

After a while she speaks, "How did I end up here?" Her voice calmer but the tears not stopping.

"I'm the one who found you when..." I don't know how to finish my sentence without offending her.

"Thank you." She says with sincerity.

"No worries cupcake. You can use the bathroom and freshen up. I'll get you some clothes and underwear." I wink at her. To get her to sleep with me I had to work my charm.

"The name is Alexandra. Not cupcake." She grits out. She didn't even blush at the nickname. Wow. This will be harder than I thought.

I let out a chuckle which booms around the room.

"Well cupcake, there is a fresh towel you can use on the counter. When you're ready to come downstairs to have some breakfast."

She glares at me and she looks so damn cute trying to intimidate me. I give a cheeky smile and run out of the room.

I walk into my sister's room and open her closet. Jennifer Knight, my sister, is in her last year Uni, therefore, she is 22 years old.

After looking at the closet for about 10 hours, more like 10 minutes, I pick out a yellow floral top and acid grey jeans. I may be a bit behind on studies and education but I have great fashion sense.

I walk into my room and see that Alexandra isn't in here and the water isn't running inside.

I knock softly and say, "Hey, I've placed some clothes on the bed. I'm going to be downstairs making breakfast."

Not waiting for a response I make my way to the kitchen and decide to make eggs. I hope she likes them. I start to think as I cook. She is so beautiful. How have I not seen her before? My train of thoughts is interrupted when I hear Alexandra.

"Hey."

"Oh Hi. I'm surprised you found your way." She looks gorgeous in those clothes. The emphasised her curves and couldn't help but check her out. 

"I followed my nose." She says sheepishly.

I chuckle and shake my head, "You really are something else. I made eggs since I didn't know what you liked and didn't."

"Oh, I am actually vegetarian..." She says with a frown.

"Oh shit, I didn't know. I can make you a salad. Or I can give you cereal. Or I could make pancakes. Yeah, I should do that." I say whilst getting flustered. I should've asked. Dammit.

She suddenly starts laughing. The sound of her laughter is melodic. I could listen to it all day.

When did I get all sappy for a girl? 

Ew.

"Your face!" She manages to say between laughs. I finally realise that she is joking. Wow, she's good at acting. I put a flat face trying not to show that I'm amused by this.

She sobers up and grins at me. "I'll have the eggs." She adds a cheeky wink.

I am about to retaliate when my eyes fall on her wrists. She has scar marks. The majority are old but there a few scratches which look like they were made... now.

"Can you pass the salt and pepper?" She tries to change the subject.

Completely ignoring what she said I am in front of her in a blink.

I take her wrist and see that the scratches are fresh. She ducks her head not making eye contact with me. It's like she is ashamed I saw these.

"Look at me," I say in a voice full of authority.

She stays looking at the floor like it is the most interesting thing right now.

I get my index finger and push her face with it, forcing her to look at me. I look into her hazel eyes and see a mix of emotions. Embarrassment, sadness, rage and regret.

"They're old." She whispers slowly.

"The scratches aren't." I counter back.

She pulls her wrist from my hand and puts on a blank face. It's better than mine.

"I should get going. Where's my phone?" She asks with no emotions in my voice.

"Umm, it's upstairs. I'll get it." With that, I disappear. I never knew she would be cutting. I sigh and grab her phone from the sofa in my room and make my way downstairs.

She takes her phone out of my hand looks a little confused. She's probably wondering why her phone hasn't bombarded with text from her friends and parents.

"I texted your mum saying you were staying at a friend's house," I reply, clearing the confusion.

"Thanks. I'll get these clothes washed and back to you as soon as I can. Oh and don't worry. No one will know this happened." She says with no emotion in her voice. She thinks that I don't want people to know I am associated with her.

With that, she walks out.

This is going to be harder than I thought.