precious | e.d (discontinued)

Sixteen | Trapped

Alexa's POV

You're probably surprised, yes Alissa Williams is the girl Mark would die for, the girl he actually nearly died for.

I couldn't believe that all of this was happening, and I couldn't believe that Mark is still this blind.

All of us wanted to tell him about how awful his choice of loving Alissa was. But nobody stepped up to talk to him, or even give him a clue. But we all thought that he would realize it all after what she did to him. It's only now that I realize that he hasn't thought about it. He still thinks the way he did before.

"Hey, wake up." A muffled voice told me.

I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't see through—what seemed like cloth—covering my eyes.  I moved my head slightly and felt pain on my neck.

"Oh, sorry." The voice said once again. I recognized it, it was Mark's.

I felt him remove the blindfold on my eyes and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. I tried to move my body, but I felt restrained. Slowly, I looked down on my body to see that my hands were in ropes, as well as my feet. I tried to say something but I realized that my mouth was stuffed with some cloth too.

I felt my hands shaking as I looked around, seeing that the place dark and the only source of light was an old lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, blinking once in a while. My eyes moved to Mark, who is holding the blindfold, wearing the same clothes as I remember. My eyebrows furrowed, giving him a confused and angry look.

He sighed, "I'm sorry Alexa. But you have to understand that I'm doing this for her I have to repay her for what she did, for helping me get out of that hell hole that I've been in and losing my mind in for months. I-I love her, Alexa. And she loves me too. I know that She seems a little harsh but she loves me with all her heart. And I know I'm the only one she loves-" he got cut off by me doing my best to push the cloth in my mouth out.

I finally spit it out and faced him, angry. "No! No, you're not the only one she loves, Mark! You have no clue! Do you even know how many guys she's fucked while you were gone? Do you know how many boys she's played with, partied with, and..k-kissed?" I stuttered, the image of Ethan and her kissing in the cafeteria popping in my head.

He turned his head to the side, as if he didn't want to listen to me.

"No, of course you don't. You don't know how many times she's proved to all of us that it's not only yo-" he cut me off by standing up.

He clenched his fists hard and looked down, slowly closing his eyes.

"I know." He said, leaving me shocked.

"I know everything, I know all of it. But I know that she loves me. She may have banged every guy in town but I'm the one she loves." He looked at me with his lips quivering and his tears nearly falling.

I kept silent. I listened.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to go like this." He continued, his voice trembling as he fought his emotions to talk.

I still kept quiet.

"Sometimes, things aren't how they seem. I let her run away that night. I wanted to take all the blame because she didn't deserve all the hate she would get and.. all that. Her family, her parents. Her reputation, and her friends."

I carefully watched his face calm down and he closed his eyes when a tear fell.

"She's a 'bitch' as they say. But she has a soft heart. Growing up, there was so much pressure on her to be perfect. She had to have the best grades, the best face, the best body, the best reputation. She had to be best in everything. When I met her, I saw the fierceness, sure, but I saw what no one could see. Her heart's beauty. I fell in love with all of that."

Soft heart. Still not convinced.
I thought.

I continued to let him speak.

"She became my everything. She still is, Alexa. I gave up everything for her. She helped me escape, and I saw how sad she was, I saw how much she needed me back. I know she loves me."

He was done, but I didn't talk.