Should I Stay? (Slow Updates)

#10

*** Alexis's POV**

I woke up to Ray slamming the back door and walking inside, "Hey Boss." I sat upright, looking around and figuring out that I had been laying on the couch. My nose ached, odd, I know, and my back was sore. It felt like I had been kicked in the face and hit the ground, but I couldn't remember something like that occurring. "Boss?"
        I looked towards Ray. "Sorry," I said. He was wearing his usual casual attire: loose jeans with a baggy shirt. His hair was messy and it looked like he had just done a work out from the fact his shirt was sticking to his chest from sweat. Ray was pretty good looking, but I'm lesbian and not really attracted to him.
        "You took a nap?" He asked, "That's pretty rare." I nodded, smoothing my hair back and standing up. I yawned and stretched before fixing the now wrinkled couch.
        "I feel really refreshed." I told him. The feeling was familiar, but I could pinpoint when I'd felt it before. He smiled at me and walked into the kitchen, so I followed. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed some left-over ravioli from dinner a few nights ago and warmed it up in the microwave. Ray grabbed a glass of tap water.
        After my food was done and he got his water, we sat down on the bar stools and stayed in awkward silence. I was trying to remember what I had done after I had gotten Casey from Edna. She looked so scared when she saw me in the cafe, but I couldn't figure out why. I loved her more than anyone. Why was she scared of me?
        I took a bite of the cheesy pasta.
        I know I kidnapped her, but I've been so nice to Casey since she got here. I haven't exploded very much and she's been eating like a queen. I've even been giving her privacy in the bathroom. Every time she glares at me I just get so frustrated because I've worked so hard to make her happy. She has plenty of food, clothes, hot water, a really nice bed, and a companion to sleep with at night.
        I stood up and rinsed my plate out, walking into the living room and sitting down again. That's when I heard her whimper echo in my head. It was so sweet and adorable, yet the thought made me sad; every time she's whimpered since I took her has been out of fear. I've violated her so many times. I'll see her in that baggy shirt one minute thinking she's adorable and the next I'll be staring at her thighs and just... I can't help myself. She's so beautiful. Her curves, her eyes, her face, her hair, her personality. Everything.
        I felt the couch dip beside me and turned to see Ray holding one of my pills. "Have you taken it lately?" He asked nervously. I stared at it and back at him, wondering why he would think I needed it.
        "The feeling..." I realized. He nodded slowly and handed me the pill with a glass of water. I took it and handed it back, then stared ahead. Is this why it felt so familiar?
        I was diagnosed with having Bipolar Disorder when I was nine, the year I threw a glass bottle at one of my classmates when I got upset. Since then, I've been taking a medication to keep the "turns" at bay. Sometimes I slip, usually when I'm angry, and I go into extreme rage mode. After every slip I pass out and wake up feeling refreshed. I don't need to take the pills often since I'm usually under control.
        Shortly after taking the pill, Ray put Halo into the X-Box, one of my old favorites. He and I both assumed that the refreshed feeling wasn't caused by a slip, considering none of the other gang members had said anything or become nervous. So, he grabbed a controller, we picked out our weapons, and started another mission.
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        A few hours after playing Halo and a few other games went by before Ray and I decided to call it quits.
        I rubbed my face. "Good game." I told Ray. He mumbled something back, scratching his chest, before saying goodnight and crawling up the stairs. When I checked the clock I saw it was already 12:03 AM. Yawning, I stretched and stood up, then zombie-walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
        I moved around the island, trying not to kill my hip by bumping into it, and over to the cabinet where the glasses were. I stood on my tiptoes to grab one, then filled the glass up with tap water. As I turned towards the counter I felt a surge of pain in my head, then the sound of a cry. My hand flew up to my forehead to hold it. When I opened my eyes I was facing the spot where I had beaten up Julia the day before. "Weird..." I muttered. I walked past the spot, assuming the cry was just a guilty memory from hitting Julia. Any feeling of sympathy was gone, though, because it was her own fault for touching my precious princess.
        Switching off the light, I went to the back door and locked it, then did the same for the front. I turned off most of the lights, set the security system, and headed towards the stairs. At the bottom, another blast went through my head, but this time much stronger. I heard cries and please for me to stop, but the voice was muffled and I could barely understand who it was. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the pain, and continued up the stairs.
        When I reached the top, I wandered over to Jordan's room to check on her, opening the door and peaking my head inside. The light to her bathroom was on, but Jordan was fast asleep. In front of her, on her flat-screen TV, was a Tom and Jerry episode. I chuckled, softly walking in and turning her bathroom light off, then the TV. The screen went black right before Jerry was about to drop an anvil on Tom's head. Poor Tom, Jerry was an asshole.
        Seeing Jordan so pale and weak made my heart hurt; she was such a close and beloved friend of mine, and she'd been so nice to Casey. How could Casey have just left her there, with a gunshot wound no less? That's not the sweet girl I knew, well, watched.
        Without thought I went to Jordan's bedside, set my water down, and fixed the sheets that were loosely crumpled around her. Then I propped her head up on a pillow, making sure to be as gentle as possible and not wake her. When I finished, I stepped away, grabbing my water, and snuck out of the room.
        As I made my way out a terrible bang echoed in my head. Loud thuds and screams played over and over. A blurry image of my fist ramming into someone shook my hole body. I yelled out in pain, dropping my glass and shattering it. Water spilled everywhere. The sounds of doors opening followed the shatter almost immediately, with panicked faces and voices asking what had happened. Dan and and Ray were the first to reach me, pulling my arms away from my head and trying to see if I was okay. When the noise and visions stopped I stumbled backwards, putting everything together: the feeling and the sounds and the visions were coming from a memory gap. I'd blacked out, I'd slipped.
        I practically screamed."Shit! Casey!" I ran down the hall and busted my door open, turning my head towards the bed in hopes to find Casey sleeping or laying there with her arms shackled. Of course, she wasn't, which sent panic through my veins. I checked the bathroom and the closet, but still couldn't find her until I ran to the furthest end of the room and found Casey, fetal position, in a pool of blood.