I Think I Love You

chapter 12

Alex infuriated couldn't sleep. She helped the man who abused the love her life. She was alone, alone in her mind, alone in her heart, and worst of all alone with her thoughts. "Fuck you John Moore!!" She yelled out loud. She hated him. The man who almost killed the woman she loved. She remembered being first introduced to John. Alex put her arm around Emily's waist and shook John's hands. She shook his hand. I shook that fuckers hand. The same hands he used to beat. All of sudden she felt sick to her stomach. She felt the room got hot and she felt herself get lightheaded, she quickly got up and ran to the bathroom and vomited. "Fuck!" She cleaned herself up and the toilet after she was done. Alex stood up from the floor, and she sat on the couch. She put Netflix on, but didn't put on a show nor a movie, she kept it because she wanted the satisfaction of "doing something." Alex took out her phone and went through every photo she ever had. The majority of them were pictures and videos of Emily, from nudes to selfies. Videos from they were young and Emily's masturbating tapes. Some videos Emily would take her phone and randomly record Alex, until she would look down and saw Emily was recording her. Then she saw a couple of photos of her and Emily together. Photos that Emily sent her back in high school, some of Emily's past lovers, which left Alex wanting to go back in time and beat them before they beat her, but in the end there was nothing she could do about it. Then suddenly one video stuck out to Alex, and she suddenly remembered someone she didn't recognize sending it to her, but she was too drunk to notice anything. Being to drunk to notice, she didn't. She played the video and to her surprise she started to remember it little by little.
"You're so damn stupid, god you fucking whore! Who was that man? Who was he?" He screamed at Emily but she stayed quiet, which only tried his patience and he slapped her across the face. "Tell me!" Emily looked up and yelled back "he's no one, he's my fucking cousin ok? I didn't give him a lap dance and neither did you see me grab his dick, because we're cousins! We're related! We're family! All I did was kiss his cheek! God have you considered that maybe you're the stupid one?" Emily shook her head and walked away, but John pulled her by her wrist "baby. Baby. Please... Come back... I love you. I just really don't wanna lose you. Youre someone special to me baby. Please come back." Emily turned around, and smiled lightly. She went back to him and hugged him and he lifted her chin to see where he slapped her. It was red and his hand prints were printed on her cheek"God I'm so sorry baby, I love you baby. Really. I didn't mean to." Emily lied her head back on his chest. "Babe. Don't worry about it. You were mad I get it. I love you too."
The video ended and Alex couldn't help but cry. Emily was strong she just kept going back to him because she loved him. No matter how crazy he was, no matter how many times he hit her, no matter how many times he beat her when he was drunk. Alex turned the TV off and yawned. She lied down in the couch and checked the time. 10:11 p.m, she she found a pillow and laid her head there and fell asleep. Because aside from all that anger and hurt she felt. She was tired.