It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way (A Starkid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 58-What's Really Wrong with Jeff

Chapter 58

I finished the rape kit. I gave my full statement to Detective's Barker and Lake. Then I stayed with Nicki, Joey, Natalie and Rose. Mr. and Mrs. McKay arrived about an hour after the police left, apologizing because they wanted to be here, but so happy to see Nicki was safe and sound and the baby was okay. Natalie went and talked to her parents in the hallway for probably an hour, and even though she didn't tell the others why, I knew it was because of Erik. I didn't tell anyone her secret, because she's holding mine.

When Nicki's parents left to get a hotel to stay in for the night, I told Nicki and Joey what happened in my apartment, which took more strength than it should have. I told them that I was scared about what Jeff would do if I told them, but Joey promised to keep me safe. "I can't believe that little piece of shit did this to you. I can't believe we ever trusted him," he'd said to me, anger in his face and his hands clasped together to keep himself from doing something he'd regret later.

I stay the night with Dylan at his place, sleeping on his couch. Even though I know how he feels about me now, I still don't feel comfortable with another person touching me through the night. I don't tell Dylan this, because he also hasn't heard me tell him I love him, that I'm in love with him.

However, I don't sleep. I keep waking up countless times, screaming and shouting, feeling Jeff on top of me even though he's not there, feeling his hands around my neck even though my neck is free, all of it. It makes me so anxious that at two am, I get up and make myself a coffee. I look at my phone, still a large crack through the screen (That I'm getting fixed as soon as possible, because every time I look at that crack I think of Jeff.) and scroll through Twitter and my Facebook. I stop short however, when I see a tweet from Dylan.

@dylan_saunders: If anyone see's Jeff tweet me or @JoeyRichter immediately. No one has seen him since the last day of Twisted, since June 1st

I nearly scream from anger. How dare Dylan do this to me. He might as well have posted that Jeff fucking raped me, he's sharing things that don't need to be shared with people once again.
Even though I know Dylan's insomnia is completely shitty, I barge into his room anyways. He's actually sleeping, but the second I open the door he shoots up in his bed and stares at me, screaming.

"Jesus fuck, Alex! Give me some more heart attacks, will you?" He yells, pulling his sheets up over his bare chest. His beautiful, amazing body. I shake my head. Fucking stop it, Alex.

"Take the tweet down now," I demand.

"What?" Dylan asks, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm not fucking kidding, Dylan, take it down. I understand you're trying to help but this isn't the way for you to do so. This isn't something you can fix on Twitter or can fix in general."

"I'm not trying to fix anything, Alex." He puts emphasis on "fix", like it's some acid word. "I'm trying to find him. I'm trying to end all of this so people can just go back to their normal lives!"

I cross my arms. "So when I got here I changed everything?"

"That's not fair," Dylan counters, getting up.

"No what's not fair is that I have to live with what Jeff's done to me, not you! I have to look at the bruises in the mirror and feel the pain where he attacked me and I have to heal, not you! I don't need you trying to fix me!"

"Now listen here," Dylan yells, standing in front of me. "I'm allowed to feel your pain! I'm allowed to sympathize for you, hold your hand, help look for him! I'm allowed to be there for you. Because I should have been there for you when this happened in the first place, not back with everyone else, separated from you. I want to help you, but you refuse to let anyone help you, like always. When are you going to realize Alex, that you're not always going to deal with things on your own?"