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[fieldbox=☼ Alexandria MacKenzie Hunter ☼, #03A89E]
Seeing
John brought her a sense of calm and she hugged him back when he pulled her close to him. This is what she needed, something to anchor her to reality and help her forget about the past. She had to admit part of her felt bad for leaving
John out of her problems considering the fact that she usually told him everything but this...she was kind of scared of telling him. She wasn't too sure why, she knew he wouldn't judge her or anything of that sort but she didn't want him to look at her in a different light. She already had three over-protective brother and though he was protective he still gave her room to be herself, to learn and do things on her own. She didn't want him to think she couldn't do that. Her gaze wandered over towards the people walking this way and that, chatting about their schedules and everything else. She her hazel eyes watched as a girl dropped her books and as she reached down to grab them her sleeve rose up a bit to reveal a small tattoo. They then shifted to watch a boy shove his friend gently and then laugh about some weird joke. Alex was pretty observant when she wanted to be. Upon hearing her friend she quickly turned her attention back to him a faint smile.
"You know I don't like surprises." She joked as she tilted her head to the side about ordering take out.
"Chinese! I can't believe you even have to ask that." A laugh escaped her lips as they headed down the steps and to his car. She had texted her brother,
Owen to see if he could pick up her car and he said sure. So she didn't have to worry about that.
It didn't take long for Alex to realize where they were going and soon she was bouncing in the seat with excitement, a bright smile on her face as she watched scenery go by. They had spent so much time here together, sharing every bit of detail about their lives or whatever drama they were going through. She remember calling it the venting rock once, where it was the only place where they could truly go to vent and whatever. The path was the exact same and when they got to the swings and treehouse her eyes widened. It was exactly as she had remembered. She glanced over the hill and to the lake where the water was blue as ever. The soft breeze blew through her hair and she felt at ease for the first time since the incident. It felt as if the wind took her worries and just carried them away, far off towards a place where she couldn't reach. Alex smiled when she took the foot and sat down where she gazed out across the beautiful place. This place was their place and she hoped it was still a well kept secret to this day. When they had finished eating they were laying down and gazing up at the sky. Of course though she knew why they were up here, he caught on and he wanted answers probably.
John was never one to push the answers out of her, he usually let her open up when she wanted to but there were moments when she slyly urged to her open up.
"You figured out something was up didn't you?" She questioned softly as she laced her hands behind her head and let out a faint sigh.
"I mean I can't say I'm surprise, you know me better than anyone else. You were bound to catch on sometime soon." She commented as her mind drifted back towards that night. Alex bit her lower lip and chewed on it for a bit as she watched a bird soar by. How she wished she could fly like them, leave everything behind and just fly free of everything. Of life, sorry, regret, pain, let it all go.
"You know about Luis, my summer fling and how I broke it off." The redheaded female sat up and pulled her legs underneath her so she was sitting crossed legged, her gaze glancing back at her best friend before she looked away.
"I told you that it was simply a summer fling, that I needed someone to cuddle with my you were busy." A small shrug of her shoulders and a shift where she drew her knees up to her chest and curled herself up into a small ball.
"Well that wasn't really a lie...but it wasn't also the truth." Her voice was a soft whisper that was almost carried away by the wind.
"And before you get upset, I didn't want to tell you this because I didn't want to burden you or make you worried or anything okay? I mean we're going our separate ways and I just feel like sometimes I rely on you too much and in two years I won't be able to do that anymore John. I won't always have my best friend by my side." There was a small sniffle and she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. This was the once place that Alex has always felt that she could cry freely, let it all out and just cleanse her soul. Maybe it was because so long ago they had claimed this land as theirs where they were share their feelings and everything that was going on in their life. It was their special spot that held so many memories and past emotions. She was sentimental like that.
Alex was curled up in a small ball as if to protect herself from the memories and the feeling of
Luis on top of her. She shivered a bit but there was no wind making her cold, just the cold feeling of invisible hands.
"Did I ever tell you that Luis was pretty possessive even though we weren't actually dating?" She asked before she gave a small shrug as to whether or not she did that.
"Well he was. He'd get mad at me for always hanging out with you or never answering my phone, petty things like that you know? I didn't think it was that bad so I always brushed it off. I was too stupid to really realize it was escalating though. Most times he'd grip my wrists so hard that it left bruises. A pause.
"That's why I wore long sleeves most of the summer." Another deep sigh and a close of her hazel green eyes. The memory was vivid, fresh in her mind and becoming less fuzzy the more she spoke up.
"Then it moved onto a smack on the ass when I didn't do something right or I don't know...There were a few times he would smack me on the face." Alex took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
"Those were the days that I texted you that I couldn't hang out." She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she wiped it away.
"I don't really know why I put up with any of it, but I did." Alex's voice shook and her lip trembled.
"It wasn't until one night he yelled at me that I was probably screwing you behind his back. He told me that if I wanted to act like a slut then he would treat me like one and he forced himself on me." Her voice caught and she forced down a small sob.
"I mean he tore my favorite shirt and everything." The small female tried to make a small joke and she just shook her head as she sniffled.
"I pushed him off of me and he knocked me back down. I hit my head on his nightstand and got a small cut." Her hand flew up to where the cut had been and she traced it. Thankfully there was no scar but it still felt as if it was there, the ghost of the pain and the memory. She could still feel it as if it were fresh and it just happened.
"The second time I kneed him in the groin and managed to get away. I drove back home and told my parents that we were just messing around and weren't careful enough. My brother's weren't home so they were easy to avoid and then I just..." Alex shrugged and wiped at her tears again.
It took her awhile to regain her words, to breath and make sure that she was focused on the here and now. She didn't want to have a mental break down, she knew she needed to be stronger and of course she knew that people had it way worse than her. She managed to get away from her attacker where as some others faced far worse, she felt like she had no right to feel like this.
"I just turned off my phone and went to bed. I texted you the next morning that I wasn't feeling well. I didn't really...I" She struggled to find her words once more and she twisted her fingers. She played with each one, pushed and pulled as if she was trying to pop them, picked at the nail, anything to try and calm herself.
"I didn't want to do anything John." Her voice cracked again.
"I ended up taking a shower for two hours trying to scrub his fingerprints off...trying to forget it all but I couldn't." Finally she turned her watery hazel eyes to him and gave him a faint and weak smile.
"I didn't mean to hide it or lie to you. I just...I knew you had other things to deal with and didn't want to burden you with my problems."
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[fieldbox=♕ Akinli Magnus Chase ♕, #8B0000]
Class was the last place that he wanted to be but of course he was here because he wanted to graduate and get the hell out of here. They was always going to be memories and he saw himself every place in the school. For example that one stairwell where he made out with some chick he couldn't even remember (he was going through a rough period) or the window where he ditched class. That one spot where he got yelled out. Those were the memories he was going to miss but he wasn't going to miss this place. It was weird for him to try and explain which is why he didn't do that. Though he was a big star football player and considered popular Akinli had a tendency to keep his thoughts to himself, well except with
Arabella but other than that he rarely voiced what he was truly thinking. His blue eyes shifted from the door and back to the teacher. This was the one teacher that he actually liked, he was pretty chill and he easily understood that Akinli was not a sit still type of student so he made sure to help him out. Sometimes he'd let Akinli get up and pace back and forth or sometimes he'd even toss him a ball to keep him focused.
Mr. Martz was one of the cool teachers.
By the time the class was over he packed up his bag and waited for his friend. He walked her to class and went through their daily routine that they easily fell into sync with once more. Before he even knew it, it was the end of the day and Akinli was leaning against the locker waiting for
Arabella. He knew about her musical talent and wondered if she was going to audition for that school she briefly mentioned. He wasn't too sure. All he knew was that whenever he talked about the future she seemed to bristle and freeze up, something he wanted to avoid.
"Alright, so I got to drop the twins off and then we can get ready and have a fun football date." He chuckled and gave her a small wink.
"Mr. Chase!" A booming voice called out to him and he turned to see his coach calling out to him.
"Uhm...just give me a sec, kay Ara?" He ruffled her hair and made his way over to his coach.
"You are playing right boy? Of course you are, well you didn't hear it from me but coaches from Stanford, Oxford, Notre Dame, and Oregon are coming to see you!" He cheered and shook the blonde.
"This is it boy! This is your chance to prove yourself!" He clapped the male on the back and left before Akinli could even get a worse in edge wise. The blonde laughed and shook his head as he made his way back to his best friend.
"That man, I swear. Never lets me even reply." He gave her a warm smile and glanced around at the few people that seemed to be watching him.
Wrapping his arm around his best friend he drew her close to him and headed towards the doors.
"C'mon let's get out of here and I'll tell ya everything that's happened." He said as they made their way towards his car and he unlocked it, the twins already waiting for him.
"Took you long enough. Hey there Arabella." His sister,
Katerine smiled and waved at her before she climbed into the car.
Augustus the one who was always the more silent one simply nodded and climbed in. Throwing his things in the back Akinli climbed into the front and started up the car. Four colleges were going to come see him and he hadn't even started the season, that was a pretty good thing, right? Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel he tried to recall where that college was again, maybe he could be close to
Arabella. He had to admit, though they had been months without each other, those were the most excruciating months he had ever been though and he would like to avoid that. She was one of the only ones he opened up to. She knew about his PTSD, what his father did to his mother and his sisters, how he was a cruel man. She knew the story behind every scar on his body, the story behind his tattoos and his nightmares. The story behind his tears and his anger, his pain and sadness, she knew the story behind his soul and who he was. Though it seemed unfair, he didn't want to spend another however many years it took for
Arabella to learn him like she did with someone else. Everything she had learned was solely reserved for her. Of course he knew it couldn't always be like this but he liked to think that it could, that he could have his best friend by his side for the rest of his life. Weird as it was he sometimes wondered if his future wife would even know him like she knew him. Maybe, maybe not. Who knew.
Once they had dropped off the twins, he glanced at her and gave her a bright smile.
"So I'm not sure if you heard or anything, but I've got Stanford, Oxford, Notre Dame and Oregon coming to see me." He grinned. This is what he's worked for since he could remember, some sports scholarship to help his family out. Sure they were well off but his mother and step-father had put basically five kids through college and if he could help out then he would love to. College was expensive and he didn't want to be a huge burden or anything. He knew that his older sister Adaline got an academic scholarship and that was with a lot of hard work. He knew she didn't always want to talk about the future but he couldn't help it, future or not this was a chance in a lifetime. He could maybe make his mother proud and even though he hated his dead beat dad there was still a part of him that wanted to make him proud too. Which was weird but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"Can you believe that?" He chuckled softly. It almost seemed impossible that they wanted to come watch it but it seemed as if he was on the road to making his dreams come true.
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