All Chapters of Alexa : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 The worst torture that teenagers could subject themselves to is dwelling deep into their thoughts. It eats you up, chews you slow and swallows you whole till all you want left is to blow up into limbo and disappear from the world. From all the pain, the headache, the heartaches, the confusion, the frustration, you just want to let it go.But right now I'm not sure of what I want anymore.... I don't think I ever did.With the words of my long time childhood friend dancing around my ears and the memory of a few minutes ago replaying in my memory over and over again, I finally decide to stop trying to get comfortable on my bed because sleep is the last thing that could happen right now.It was the depth that I saw in his soul through the mirror of his eyes, the transparency and fraction of ache that clouded his facial features when he spilled out those words. Not a vent of anger but one of frustration.'I'm fucking in love with you.'

  At first I have no idea where I'm driving to, but when I remember the advance birthday gift I got about two months back, I backtrack.The roar of the engine comes to a stop and I'm greeted with the evening tempo of the chirping birds followed by the hurdles of passing vehicles behind me. With a deep sigh, I climb out of Alice's car and look up the hill ahead of me. The scenery is beautiful, quite tiresome climbing all the way but by the time I've reached the very edge, breathing a little rougher than normal and letting the heavy but yet relaxing sound of the waterfall drown my thoughts, I sit on the ground and let the imagery captivate all of me.The night natural light illuminating from the sky is already creating a vintage of mass beauty but as a human with a regular functioning mind, my conscious inner sec

'Wants my blood....' My eyes twitch and I freeze, staring into the coldness of his eyes and all I see is a darkness swarming my personified reflection. I see a helpless young girl trying so hard to hide her fears but I can see it in his eyes that he can see it, and when he looks down at my shaking feet, I can tell that he does, as a matter of fact know that he got me right where he wanted me when he spoke those words. 'Why would anyone want me dead?' 'And who the fuck is his sister?' 'Who the bloody fuck is he even?' "But we can avoid all of that from happening!" His enthusiasm is not appreciated at the moment but the mischievous g

  My eyes twitch, the blur goes on for a few seconds and when I think I can finally fully open my lids, I welcome my vision with the sight of blinding florescent lights only to shut my eyes back.   My head hurts. It feels like I've been run over by a truck when I start to feel the pain stretch from my head down to my arms, back and every bit of my limbs. "Fuck!" unconsciously the word falls out of my lips and I try to pull myself up only to get held down by a callused hand.   slowly I reopen my eyes and try to adjust to the light, then I turn, my gaze resting on the huge chocolate brown hand resting gently on my arm. My gaze shifts, slowly trailing the face of the hand that rests on mine and my eyes are met with the dark ones of my father.   It feels like compulsion but for some reason I can't seem to tear my gaze from his. I search his eyes and what I see in them makes my heart skip a little faster than it

        Taking the first step by the entrance, my eyes immediately shoot up to the welcoming calligraphy full of glittery colors that reads 'Katie's sweets'  by the top of the building and I let out a satisfied sigh, along with a brief smile that takes over my facial features.   Redirecting my attention to the entrance, I walk up the narrow stairs and feel my brows crease when I notice that, unlike the last time I was here, the seal on the entrance door has been removed and the lock is hanging loosely by the hook. That makes my frown grow deeper and next thing I'm walking faster to see what's happening on the inside.   The place is dark I would probably trip and fall if it isn't for the provision of midday light illuminating rather dimly into the open space by the extended  half-glass walls on the other end of the bakery.   My nose scrunches up a bit when I in