Star-Crossed

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

ALEXANDER

I woke up in the morning and my immediate reaction was to search for Sky. Her small figure just had a towel wrapped around her and her hair in a bun.

I watched her, feeling like a creep as she dug through her bag and took out the box of tampons she bought at the store before getting up. As she walked out, her face held a tired expression and I suddenly felt bad.

Last nights events were rising from the depths of my brain and stamped my memory. It made me q qsick just to think about it.

I remembered rushing down the stairs and seeing my fath- Steven on top of my mom, ripping her clothes off of her with his nasty hands.

I quickly threw him off of her and brought her behind me. As I prepared to swing at him, I looked at him with such anger, disgust and fear. Not fear of him, but fear of if I was capable of actually doing what I wanted to do to him in my head.

Which was to kill him.

I wanted that man dead. I wanted him dead for everything he did to my mother, my sister and I. He ripped Layla off of having a father and he cursed me with this anger I could not control.

When he noticed Sky standing there, her innocent eyes looking at the man that was so far from that.

He looked at her like she was a meal, and the words that he spat made me even angrier.

Someone like him didn't get to have his eyes on someone like her. She was filled with purity and goodness, while he was the one that could destroy that.

My father was someone who I always hated. The hatred I have for him slowly grew into a hatred for myself. Because deep down I knew

When I spoke to Sky after it, she told me exactly what I needed to hear at that moment.

Each word that came out of her mouth filled that emptiness in me.

I've only ever loved two people in my life
and she was now the third. How could I not love her, when she makes me feel so good and free?

Sky came back into my room, looking ready to leave. She was wearing a pair of grey leggings, a small grey shirt with a jean jacket over everything.

Her face looked less tired by using makeup I assumed.

When her eyes landed on me, a small smile appeared on her lips.

I didn't think she really knew what she did to me when she smiled. She was a ray of sunshine, shining on my darkness and she was completely unaware of that.

"We have to get to the school in an hour and I have to pack." She informed me, sitting on the bed.

My voice seemed to have left my throat. All I could do was get up before going through my drawer and finding black jeans and a black t-shirt.

I walked into the bathroom to get dressed and get freshened up before walking back into my room. She was sitting on the bed and I could tell she was aware of my silence but didn't pry, which I was thankful of.

"Let's go then." I said and grabbed my car keys along with my already packed bag for New York.

We got into the car and the silence grew again.