Alice II

Part IV

I entered the store, hurrying over to the soda section, trying not to cry. Mark gave me a good whack in the face. He said that I’m a loser and have nothing better to do with my life and that I was worthless. He just always knows how to bring me down.

I held the red hood over my face more. The last thing I wanted is for people to see my red, swollen cheek.

I turned around to see if he was following me. Sometimes, when Mark is mad at me, he sends someone to follow me. It’s to make sure I’m not cheating on him or something around those lines.

Suddenly I bumped into a man. I fell back and landed on my butt. The hood came right off my head. I gasped realizing what I just done.

The man, with a pale skin color, red eyes and black  hair , drink  spilled  all  over him. A tear escape from my eyes. Why couldn’t I get anything right today? Maybe what Mark says about me is true.

“I’m- I’m so-so- sorry,” I told him in a weak voice. He just glared down at me with  those blood red eyes. I brace myself for a smack on the head but nothing happen. When I  open my eyes, the man had just arched his eyebrows.  Why doesn’t  he strike me?

“Is that what you want me to do?” he asked in a confuse voice.

I gasped. Did he really just read my mind? Did I say that aloud? Now I don’t remember.

“Ali!” I heard Mark yelled from behind me. I gasped again and turned around. He came and helped me up.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked, as if he actually cared. I manage to give him a small nod.

“Where’s my drink babe?” he demanded. I totally forgot about it.

“I- Uhm…,” this is going to hurt later.

“Excuse me but what are you to her?” the stranger that I bumped into, asked Mark. Mark set his eyes to the man and looked him up and down.  

“I’m this girl’s boyfriend. Who are you?” he asked in that angry voice of his. The man waved him off and walked away. He didn’t even bother to pick up the soda cup off the floor.

“We’ll meet again Alice,” the strange man said and then left the store.

My eyes widen. He knew my name.

“Who was he? How did he know your name?” Mark questioned. I looked at him and shook my head.

I wasn’t even sure myself.

~*~

 

I woke up, startled as usual. I sat up abruptly fling my sheet  off me. I pant, trying to breath.

I keep forgetting reality and memories. Mark? Of all the boys  I’ve had, why did I dream about  the most abusive? The one who started hitting since the first date. He was so violent towards me in general and I never had an idea why. What did I do to him to make him hate me so much?

A pale hands suddenly wrapped around my mouth. I became frozen.

“Listen Alice, your dad thinks I’m gone right now but I just climbed  through the window. If you make too much noise, he’ll come in to check on you so be as silent as possible,” Drake demanded in a low voice.

I nodded in agreement. Drake let go of my mouth and pulled me close to him, as he lied us back down.  I  sucked in his scent as I  attempted to stop myself from shivering.

“Why are you shivering? Are you cold?” he asked me, speaking in a whispered voice, in my hair. I didn’t even know why I was shivering.

“Did you have another dream base on a memory?”