I Think He "Like Likes" Me [Sequel to 5 Things I Did]

Chapter Six

(Alex's POV)

It was a Saturday morning in early November, and there I sat in the middle of an almost perfectly organized room, under warm covers that reminded me of the summer. Yes, the room was in fact pristine, but I was a mess, I was the remaining glass scattered across the wooden floor and the wine stain on the rug I had tried so hard to get out. I guess it wasn't pristine after all, the walls were dirty with the words of hatred and pure despise between two people. And indeed the bed was warm, almost scorching, but it felt like ice to me, due to the absence of a certain someone that usually took up the right side of the bed on Saturday morning in early November.

But that was just the room, I was a whole different matter. I was peacefully sleeping, so it appeared, as a happy person would on a Saturday morning. But I had to sleep on my right side because of the bruise on my cheek and my arm stuck out in an awkward way because of the bandage just above my elbow. My knee was bent funny due to the scratch it had across it, and my breathing faltered and I mumbled in my sleep due to the constant replay of yesterday.

I stirred as the sun shone in from the window, reflecting off the small pieces of glass I mentioned before. I sat up and looked directly at the stain on my nice white rug, and just sighed at the realization that I couldn't do much about it. It was wine after all, it wasn't coming out. Just like the memory wasn't coming out of my head.

I went about my morning routine in a sort of still sleepy way, and finally made it down to the kitchen. I grabbed the broom from the back hall and trudged back up to my room, silently sweeping up the glass on my bedroom floor. I let out another sigh as I tossed it in the trash and the cut on my arm stung. The bruise on my cheek and the scratch on my knee stung a little as well, but I disregarded it, seeing as I deserved the pain a little bit. Once everything except for the stain was clean, I sat on the couch and remembered last night.

-flashback-

It was foolish of me to let Jack anywhere near me, let alone in my bedroom. And not to mention the fact he was surely drunk now, with a cup of deep red wine in his hand. I was more one for beer, but I drank wine on special occasion, and Jack was the occasion tonight. He stumbled through the doorway and shut the door before pushing me against it with his free hand. Jack's hips dug into mine as he sloppily kissed me. I pushed him off with the best force I could, my wine sitting on top of the dresser beside me. "Stop it!" I yelled as I pushed him again, causing some wine to slush out onto the rug. I looked down at the spot in shock, then turned back to Jack who looked at me. "Now look what you did. If you weren't such a killjoy, the rug would be fine." He smirked at me in a disgusting manner, one that wasn't like Jack. I didn't say anything, just went to get a towel from the bathroom.

As I got down and tried my hardest to clean the spot, Jack walked over, "Nice ass you have on you. Let me have a little fun with you, wont you?" "I don't want to today, alright? If you can't respect that, I'll drive you home." I calmly said. This wasn't normal, this wasn't right. A little part of this felt like the set-up for rape, and that made Jack intimidating, the sweet loving man I knew now a possible rapist in my eyes.

I got back up and looked at the man before me with a uncertain look. "Cmon Lexi, please? Don't be so boring sometimes." He walked up to me from behind as I put the towel back. His hand squeezed my ass, and with that I was angry. "I said no!" I spat at him as I pushed him off again. He grew angry at me and pushed me harder against the bathroom wall. I struggled to push him away, but I managed to get away and into my room. He picked up his empty wine glass and looked at it with disappointment. "Fuck you, Alex. Why do you hate me?" He yelled. I replied quietly, "I don't hate you, I just don't want to have sex, alright. And you can't force me too, because that's rape. And I'm not letting you go to jail for ever, got it?" "Oh I can't make you? I'm pretty damn sure I can." With that Jack slapped my cheek hard, leaving a big red mark. I stumbled and fell to the floor, scratching my knee along the way. "Jack stop, please." I pleaded from the ground, my shaky body barely supporting me. He threw his cup, my cup, to the ground, and one big shard cut my arm above the elbow. I looked at the cut and decided that was it. I wasn't defenseless. I stood up and pushed Jack out of the way walking to the bathroom and closing the door. Of course he came in as I bandaged my arm. "Get out of my fucking house!" I yelled as I looked at him in the mirror. "Why should I?" He smirked. "Because it's my house and if you don't get out I'll call the police and report you for abuse and attempted rape." I looked Jack dead in the eye as I put medical tape on the end of the bandage.

He stomped down the stairs and out of the door in silence, got in his car and sped away. I walked back upstairs and didn't even bother to clean up the mess before laying down and pulling the covers over my head, blocking out the noise of silence.

-end of flashback-

Now here I sat on the couch, lifeless and spaced out, unable to be called back to reality. I was stuck flashing back through moments of Jack and my relationship. Falling out of the tree, Winterlude, the train, the Halloween party, and more. And I couldn't bear to remember the times when I was just a foolish kid and I took love for granted. I didn't realize that having Jack was a privilege that I didn't deserve and that I had messed up far too many times. Now I had nothing but an angry ex boyfriend and a broken past. That's all I had to live with.

After quite some thought, I realized something that was so utterly important I would do anything to achieve this. I knew that I had to get Jack back. I needed to stop denying the fact that I love him, and I've loved him for all of these nine years we were apart. I kept trying to forget my past by pushing everyone and everything that had to do with it away, but now I realized that you past cannot be forgotten, only forgiven. And I had to get the past into the present and fix each of my mistakes one by one. And the first mistake I had to fix was breaking up with Jack.