All Chapters of Alexa and the Badboy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fights and ConfessionsCHAPTER SIXTY-SIXDevon’s POVThe wind howled through the trees, but I barely heard it. My knuckles ached, blood smeared across them. His and mine. Nick stood before me, breathing hard, his smile nothing short of deranged. That smirk. That fucking smirk.I could barely see through the red haze clouding my vision.Each breath scraped through my lungs like sandpaper, raw and heavy with rage. My knuckles were cut open, my bones ached, and blood coated my hands. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was putting him down. Ending this.Nick stumbled back, lips torn and bloodied, his face swollen beyond recognition, but he laughed. A guttural, insane laugh that echoed through the broken-down walls of the cabin. He wasn’t just evil.He was gone. Everything was just a game to him. “You think you’re the hero in all this?” he panted, licking the blood off his bottom lip like it was some kind of trophy. “You think she picked you? Devon, buddy… she was mine long before yo

A recovery processCHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHTAlexa’s POVI didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I saw the room number.427.I just stood there, frozen. My feet refused to carry me further, like walking toward him would confirm the worst truth of all.He wasn’t okay. He might not wake up. He might not...God, no. I couldn’t even let the thought finish. I had to pull myself together. My legs trembled as I reached for the door handle, fingers barely gripping the cold metal. There was a nurse standing beside me, clipboard in hand, giving gentle instructions I could no longer hear.The world felt like it had paused. Not stopped, just suspended in time, caught between heartbeats. Between breaths. Between hope and devastation.I stood outside his hospital room for a full minute before I could bring myself to push the door open. And there he was.Devon.My Devon. My entire world, collapsed into one unmoving figure lying under stiff white sheets, swallowed in the sterile glow of the ICU.He

Awake at lastCHAPTER SEVENTYDevon's POVDarkness.Heavy, endless, suffocating darkness. It stretched out in every direction, like the bottom of a cold ocean. No up. No down. Just pressure. Cold.But there were echoes in the void.Soft at first, like wind blowing through trees. Then voices, whispers crawling along the edges of my mind.“Come on, Devon…”“Please wake up.”“We need you.”“I need you.”Alexa?Her voice.It felt like someone striking a match in a cavern. For the first time, something flickered. A sliver of warmth threaded through the numbness. A pull.I tried to open my eyes. Tried to speak. Move. Anything. But my body felt like it was weighed down by cement. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. I was utterly helpless. Then, the memories surged. All at once. The taste of blood in my mouth. Nick’s twisted smile. Carissa’s name on his lips. The blade driving into my chest again. And again.Alexa’s cries as she begged me not to close my eyes.No.No, I wasn’t dead. I couldn’t

Reunions and ReconciliationsCHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOAlexa’s POVOne month.Twenty-eight days since the court hearing.Eighteen unanswered messages. Five missed calls. Two voicemails I left crying so hard I couldn’t recognize my own voice.And still, nothing.Not a single word from Devon. Starting today, it had been thirty-one days.One full month of silence.I stopped caring after the third week, but the ache never faded. My chest was hollow, stretched thin by a love that hadn’t died, but definitely had disappeared.He vanished from my life without a trace, without a goodbye, without a damn explanation.I’d waited. Patiently. Then painfully. Then angrily. I told myself he just needed time to process, to recover. But time was a cruel thing when it kept stretching, and your heart was the only thing still bleeding.I texted. I called. I prayed. And then, I broke.So when I called Harry that evening, I was done pretending I was okay. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely hold the p

Back to normalCHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURAlexa’s POVIt had only been three weeks since I left Devon’s quiet coastal town behind, but it felt like an entire lifetime had passed. The second I stepped off the plane and onto the familiar pavement of my hometown, a strange kind of stillness filled my chest. This was where everything had spiraled, and where I had been pieced back together. A chill ran down my back, but I shook off the memories. Those events would surely be a part of me, but I wasn't going make them govern the rest of my life. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of city smog mixed with blooming jacarandas. The skyline was the same, the buildings unchanged, the chatter of the streets familiar. Ha. I actually missed this place. The cab dropped me off right at my door step and I climbed the stairs slowly. My key turned in the lock with a soft click, and as I stepped inside, everything welcomed me. The familiar old scent, that I had grown up with, the slight creak in the fl