Another Love Story

Chapter 6

Alexander's P.O.V

I came home crying. The kids in class beat me again. But father doesn't like it when I cry so I wiped my tears before he could see them.

I smiled seeing my mom. I ran up to hug her and inhaled her scent. "How was today love?" She asked.

"It was great." I said not wanting to tell her what really happened.

"That's great, let's eat something, hmm? I baked you a cake, it's your birthday remember?" She asked me and I happily skipped along her.

"What's going on here?" A voice boomed and I immediately stopped eating.

Father entered the room and looked at the cake. "Didn't I tell you that birthdays are for cowards? What's the point in celebrating your birth, when there is nothing special about it?"

I gulped, "I apologise Father." I mumbled.

"Let it be, he is only twelve. Children should celebrate their birthdays." Mom said coming closer now.

I looked at her, begging her through my eyes not to come closer.

"What did you say? Didn't I tell you not to speak when not asked to? Did I ask you?" He shouted.

"No father. I am sorry, please don't get mad." I whimpered.

He laughed now. "Are you begging me? Did I teach you that?" He grabbed my shirt and threw me to the floor.

Kick after kick landed on me but I couldn't cry. Tears made him more angry. He hated them. So I held in all the tears, all the whimpers, all the pain.

After getting bored by that, he picked me up again and dragged me to somewhere. He opened a door and pushed me in.

I looked around and realised we were in the basement. I don't like the basement, he locks me in here whenever I do something wrong.

But this time I wasn't alone. A man was tied up to a chair. He was bleeding profusely and looked barely alive.

He made me stand up and then handed me a gun. My hands shook as I held it. "Shoot him." He said.

I looked at him shocked. "What are you looking at? I said, shoot him." He said now glaring at me.

I gulped, "I can't do that."

"What did you say?" He asked now coming to stand behind me.

"I can't do that. I am not like you. I don't want to be like you. I don't want to be a monster." I shouted.

He pushed me and I ended up bashing my head on the wall. "Will you still not do it?" He asked.

I shook my head. He smirked. He was enjoying this I realised. He beat me up again. And again but I didn't say yes. I was determined, I will not do it even if it means I will die.

He left me there and went back up. I sat there groaning in pain. I looked at the man and he wasn't moving.

The door opened again and he entered followed by mom. I stood up with great force.

"Will you still not do it?" He asked holding a gun to mom's head.

"No! No don't- don't do that." I begged.

"Don't beg. You don't need to beg. Just do what I tell you to and everything will be perfect." He said smiling sadistically.

I held up the gun again. I looked at mom, her eyes were closed. Then looked at father, he was smiling. Finally I looked at the man, he was still not moving.

'He is dead. He is already dead.' I convinced myself and aimed the gun. I can do this. 'He is dead. You are not doing anything wrong.'

I pulled the trigger. A loud boom echoed through the room. Silence. And then father started laughing.

"That wasn't so difficult now, was it? You did great, well done. This is the first time I am proud of you."

He left after that. Me, mom and the dead man. Maybe it was the shock but I didn't feel anything. I kept looking at the man hoping to feel something, the guilt, anything but nothing came to me.

I walked back to my room, mom was still standing there in shock. She didn't respond when I spoke to her so I left. I placed the gun on my bedside table and washed myself.

I didn't feel anything for the rest of the day. Father was happy, he ate with me and kept praising me.

But when I laid in bed, late at night everything came creeping to me. The fear, the guilt all at once. I didn't sleep the whole night, replaying everything.

I killed a man, with my own two hands. I killed him no matter how I justify it. I took someone's life.

I am just like him. A- A monster.

I poured my heart out to her. It felt good finally telling someone. I didn't dare to look at her once. I didn't wanted to see the expressions I saw on my mom's face. The fear. The disappointment.

But when I looked at her she was crying. Tears were flowing and she was continuosly wiping them.

"Why are you crying?" I asked.

"I- I am so sorry." She said hiccuping.

"Why are you sorry?" I said laughing. "What's done is done. No need to be sorry for that."

But she was full on sobbing now. I handed her a tissue and she wiped her tears. I kept handing them and she kept wiping her tears.

Rose's P.O.V

He left after tucking me in bed. I couldn't believe that he told me about his past. I wasn't expecting him to.

But he did and I wasn't ready for it. Now guilt was eating me up. How can I do this to him?

As I kept thinking about what he told me, I looked at the time. It was 2 am, I need to report back.

I got up and opened the closet. At the very back of the closet inside the pocket of Alex's hoodie, I took out the phone.

When they first brought me here, the phone was in my sock. Max was so busy beating me up he didn't check me. Only threw away my bag.

When I borrowed his hoodie, I transferred it to this. As I turned it on, the guilt came back to me.

I typed today's report but my fingers hovered over the keyboard when it came to his past. Do I need to tell them that too?

I thought for a bit. From whichever way I think, it doesn't seem necessary so I skipped that part.

I turned off the phone and kept it back. I laid back down and closed my eyes. But I already know that sleep won't come to me today.

I also know that I need to take action soon, staying here is getting dangerous. Staying with him is getting dangerous.

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