**WARNING; CONTAINS SOME VIOLENCE**

Alexandra POV-

I winced in pain as his fingernails dug into my delicate wrists while he escorted us out. Blinking repeatedly, I tried to bare my surroundings, but the alcohol was already going into full effect.

Everything was such a blur.

I was tongue-tied and my voice was already caught in my throat. What was I supposed to do?

After being shoved fully out of the doorway, my wobbly legs almost gave in. Breathing in heavily, I tried to bite back the tears ready to flood from my eyes. I couldn’t let him win. I wouldn’t. I wasn’t gonna let him have the satisfaction of seeing that hidden part of me. The part he created.

The part of me that was now broken.

Gathering the newfound atmosphere, it was clear to be already pitch black outside, and quite chilly. The wind howled and I shivered aversely.

Yanking belligerently on my arm, Jake was forcing me down the empty alleyway as goose bumps formed on my exposed legs. Being the drunken-yet-confident girl I am, I dug my heels into the concrete ground, making it much tougher for him heave me along.

“Where are you taking me?” I questioned. From this, Jakes footsteps came to a complete halt. Keeping both of his hands attached to mine, he turned around, closing the space between us. As he did so, he looked me up and down knowingly, not caring that I sighted his eyes lingering on my body.

“You’re disgusting,” I squabbled, spitting directly into his face- purposefully.

Instantly, his nostrils flared as he used the back of his long sleeved shirt to wipe the sputum off his deformed face. (Well, his face actually isn’t deformed, but I totally wish it was. I’m seriously to the point where I’ll deform it myself.)

“Watch your tone, young lady,” he snarled, attempting to hold back his mischievous smirk.

“Who do you think you are?!” I screamed, absolutely enraged. Stomping my feet like a 4 year old child, I continuously began to endeavor getting out of his skintight grip. Wiggling and struggling, I huffed loudly, absolutely unpleased by my lack of intelligence. If I was sober, I would’ve had a chance to break free from his grasp, considering he isn’t exactly 100% clear headed either. I’m sure he downed more drinks than I did, possibly more.

“Honey, I’m your boyfriend, that’s who I am,” he said in monotone. He spoke so calmly that it just riled me up even more.

“No you’re not,” I mumbled, shaking my head, beginning to get slightly exasperated. “No, NO, NO,” I shouted, each time louder than the next.

“I left you. Remember? I packed my bags up and left!” I groaned, “Do I need to spell it out for you?”

“No thanks,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Dipshit,” I muttered.

“Excuse me?” he gasped overdramatically, proving that my words had no affect on him.

“Want me to spell that out for you too?” I grumbled, going on my tippy-toes to look more intimidating, although it probably barely worked. “D I P S H I T, dipshit” I spelled, coherently and slowly, just so he could hear each letter to perfection.

My sass was reaching new limits.

Laughing sinisterly, he glared back down at my tiny frame, his eyes burning holes into mine.

“That’s no way to speak to your boyfriend,” he snickered, rubbing his nose against mine, clearly knowing my hands were restrained, incapable to stop him. I began to tremble from the disturbing form of contact he just made. It was too close for my liking, waay too close.

Backing away from him in fear, I didn’t get far until my body clashed with the brick wall behind me. Nervously, I glanced from side to side, hoping there would be some pedestrian walking near by, or at least someone; anyone.

But the alleyway was dark and empty.

We were alone.

Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I gulped loudly. I was trapped in an odd, eerie silence and
the only sound to be heard was my heavy breaths and my heartbeat accelerating.

As Jake removed his hands that were originally planted on my wrists, they had fallen and crept down to my waist. Clenching on my sides, I tensed up instantaneously by his wretchedly familiar touch.

I looked up at the tranquil night sky, searching for anything to stare at instead of menacingly orbs. The full moon shimmered as my eyes wandered the empty canvas above me. Oddly enough, there weren’t any stars surrounded overhead.

Except, one.

As if I was in some sort of daze, I couldn’t even pull my eyes away from gaping at this little star. The vibrant design had caught my attention straightaway and I couldn’t help myself from watching the radiant figure glisten every so often. It was truly mind blowing. The star itself may have been tiny, but it shined a great depth.

Looking up at this design, it reminded me that just because I’m alone, doesn’t mean nobody is watching. I could be saved. Maybe. Just Maybe.

If I made a wish.

So yes, I made a wish upon a star, fluttering my eyes closed as I did so.

I wish to be saved-

Those simple, four words were all I could manage to say until I was kneed in the stomach. Letting out a small grown from the unexpected violence, I collapsed to the floor.

Out of nowhere, I was being repeatedly kicked over and over again, lying on the ground helpless. One tear trickled down my cheek as I was being lifted up again.

Standing unstably, I glanced at my attacker through my long eyelashes. Looking back down at the floor, I couldn’t stand seeing his face for more than a mere second. But, of course, Jake had taken my chin with his hand, forcing to meet him eye to eye.

I quivered at the sight of him, wondering how I ever fell in love with someone so evil in the first place.

“Alexandra, you’re pathetic,” he slurred, his words barely audible to understand. But I knew what he said- because I have heard it so many times before.

“Oh really? I’m pathetic? Look at yourself!” I shot back, tired of being physically and emotionally abused by him.

“I’m not the whore who goes snogging random boys at a club,” he barked, bending my fingers backwards as I screeched in pain.

The back of my eyes stung as I held back the sobs that were nearing to escape my lips.

Pushing me aggressively against the wall, the back of my head hit it with a loud ‘thud.’ I moaned at the throbbing that was now thumping inside my brain.

From there, everything turned a bit foggy. Jake had continued slapping me with all his strength multiple times as he incessantly whispered hateful remarks in my ear. Luckily, after the first seven or eight slaps, I was able to tune out his voice.

But the taste of my blood in my mouth became nauseating. The copper flavor was making my stomach churn.

Soon, the slaps turned into punches and I ended up back on the pavement, unable to call for some sort of help.

By now, I was too delicate and weak to fight back.

Scrunching my nose and tightening my eyes, I dreadfully waited for the next hit, but nothing ever came. In agony, I held onto my stomach, shifting my body to turn around.

I glanced over to see a blurry image suddenly punching Jake to the ground, his blood pool lying beside me. Squinting my eyes, I tried to make out who the hero was, but the sound of Jakes painful cries and the mystery persons anxious shouts towards me, left my mind spinning.

Being lifted off the ground, I was surrounded in a pair of arms, carrying me away. And from there, everything turned black.

Notes

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