The Boy From My Backyard

The Boy From My Backyard: Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen

Victoria locked eyes with me running her mouth very quickly and very quietly, "I'm so sorry Alexis- I didn't mean it to turn out like this! This is my entire fault." I looked down from where I was standing, only a foot or two away, into her sick red eyes that had turned even a deeper red due to the crying. Her eyes showed deep sorrow and regret, also full of tears waiting to fall.

"Victoria," I screamed, "you tell me right now!" Tears started rolling down my face but I held them in waiting for Alex's or Victoria's reply. Honestly, this could be the scariest moment of my life. The person I had fallen so deeply in love with is the person who broke and tore my heart up. And to think this all started when i saved his life....

Victoria locked her eyes one last time with mine before looking away. Staring at the plain mocha colored wall with faint designs her voice seemed to fill the empty room as she spoke unafraid and brave. "Alexis, the first night my brother and I stayed here you had the house so freezing so I went to find a blanket but I couldn't find my away around your house late at night. It was dark and I was so cold and tired. But when I opened some door it was Alex's room... And I just started pulling a top blanket off so I could take it when-."

I screeched, "Just get to the point!!!!" I was not even going to look at Alex, even though his stare burned into my skin. In any other situation I would smile knowing he was looking at me, but at the particular moment I wanted to beat him senseless.

Alex's voice filled my ears, making me look at him. I didn't stare into his eyes, knowing I would easily get lost in them- probably day dream about chocolate or cappuccinos since his eyes were a light brown. Anyways, Alex stared deep into my eyes and I didn't dare look back, "And I made the mistake of thinking it was you. So, I can't remember what we even did that night." Victoria wasn't crying as harshly and only a few tears fell every now and then.

I suddenly knew what he meant- he thought it was me he was holding, he thought it was me he was kissing, but the way his eyes gleamed right now made me realize something else: he had known it wasn't me the whole time.

I put my head into my hands sobbing knowing the truth finally. And man did the truth hurt.