Star-Crossed

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.

ALEXANDER

"Your father came for dinner." My mother said.

I watched Steven like he was a totally different man. His long beard was shaved, he looked like he wasn't on drugs or alcohol and he wasn't wearing an old pair of jeans with a flannel shirt, but a clean pair of jeans and a black dress shirt.

I couldn't even remember the last time I saw him looking normal. He was always the fucking drunk beggar that could never seem to be erased out of my life.

All of those horrible things he had done to me reappeared in my head as I looked at his blue eyes that will forever be the same.

When he came home drunk and I was the one to welcome him so he wouldn't take anything out on my mom.

When he'd make me smoke and drink in front of his friends as some kind of entertainment.

When he would hit me until I would stop crying and watched him hit my mother when she tried to stop him.

All those horrible memories were forever in my brain, and no new look from him could make me forget.

I watched in horror as Layla wrapped her small arms around his legs. How she brightly smiled as she looked up at him. She would never know how much he hated her when she was born. She had no idea how I had to protect her from him, because of how afraid I was that he would hurt her. A little baby.

"Hello, son." He said. It was crazy how just two words could make me hate him even more. He could never call me son because he was nothing but a disappointment to me.

I forgot everything else and his face became my target of attack. My mother and Sky already knew what I was planning to do so they started to yell at me. I ignored them and kept rushing over to him.

"Alex, don't." Sky somehow got in front of me.

She had a pretty strong hold on my shoulders as she pushed me.

She had no fucking idea of half of the shit he had done, why was she trying to stop me?

He didn't deserve the treatment he was getting.

Steven deserved to die, and I wanted to be the one to do it.

"Move." I tried to push her away.

"Please don't do this." She begged, looking like she was about to cry for me. That made me loose all focus on Steven and she became my only focus. "Let's go upstairs."

I sighed and grabbed her hand to quickly pull her towards the staircase.

"Are you guys coming to eat with us?" Layla asked Sky, but I was the one to tell her no. Her features depressed and she looked down at the floor.

"We'll be down in a minute." Sky told Layla.

Once we were in my room, I closed the door and pushed her against it.

I attacked her lips, hoping that the watermelon tasting, juicy, kissable lips would help me forget about the man downstairs.

"Alex, stop." She pushed me off of her.