My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 19

So, this is kind of... mmmm, intense chapter at the nearly end of it, so excuse me if you don't like it, but I tought it will work somehow. Hope y'all like xx

Alex

I couldn't believe him as I laid my eyes on his. He was just staying there, with a huge grin across his face, looking at her beautiful sister as she hissed and rolled on the sofa, her head being dizzy. I took a closer look at him, to observe that he had a cut on his cheek; it was so deep and purple, I would say that he just got out of a terrible fight.

"What's with your face dude?" I asked.

"Non of your bussines" he nodded, smiling sarcastically. "What are you doing here, stil?"

I raised my eyebrows, and Arabella was looking at me, then at him and back at me, curiously.

It wasn't clear to me that I'd been standing there staring into the same black eyeballs of Kyle's, as he moved around the room, encirceling my with his hands crossed together. Everytime I turned, he was just smirking and telling me stupid things that didn't make any sense. I let go a laugh, sarcastic one as he was stil talking about the same shits. Arabella was confused, just sitting there on the sofa with her legs under her bum, patting her tights in stress. He left the room after gazing at me one more time, sneered at me, then just left like he was never there.

"What is his problem?" I ask the pretty confused Arabella, as i take a seat next to her.

"You" she said.

"What do you mean by "me" ? " I was just as confused as she is.

"I don't really know, Al'. I'm going to take a shower. See y'a later maybe?" she smiled, leading me to the exit door, still criss-crossing from her dizzyness.

"Come by my place?" I asked, taking her hand in mine. "Maybe we can work things out?"

"I'll think about it" she closed the door in my nose.

Arabella

I crept in the bathroom, slinking over the navy blue tiles, almost slipping. I turned on the light on the mirror, looking at myself. I was a literally mess, with my pale face and dry lips standing out. I saw my reflection, my right cheekbone was plump and swollen beaucase of my glorious fall, I believe. I turned on the water, sprakly warm bubbles of water tickling my palms, making me laugh a little. I cupped my hands together to gather some water in my hands. Throwing it on my face, it sent a jolt to liven me up little by little, and make me come out of the dizzyness. I sighed, looking one more time in the mirror to check my cheekbone up; it was getting notably black-purple colour.

"Damn" I whispered trough my teeth.

The hot water of the shower sent lots of jolts, making me shiver all the time. With my loopa I brushed my skin, stil being in a lot of pain from my fall in the elevator. I wont use any elebvator ever again. As i tought about it, memories of Alex trying to kiss me while I was there with no power in my bones popped in my head, not leaving me alone. I tried to push them off my mind, trying to get Alex off to; he wasn't good for me all the time, he was acting all the time. Now, I know the real him, the real Alex Turner, and I do not want to continue being his puppet, but his friend. I don't want him to try to kiss me all the time, especially when I am nearly passed out, or put even a finger on my skin, 'cause I'll cut his lips and hands. I guess I don't feel the same way about him as I did before I left to London. Back then, I was so in love with him, and every time I saw him my head was pouding and my heart beating so fast, but now it's not the same. It's like I see his friends, emotionless.

Despite my feelings towards him, I shoudl really go and see him, it's not like I am going to fall in love with him once again, or something.

I pulled my black ripped jeans and a grey sweathirt, and my black leather chelsea boots.