Alexandra POV-

I woke up in an unfamiliar room and queen sized bed, tangled beneath the sheets. Turning over, I twisted and turned in frustration. My eyelids were begging to close, but my body couldn’t seem to find a comfy enough position to suit my needs. Swallowing hard, I almost gagged at the repugnant taste lingering in my mouth. My knotted hair was sprawled across my face as I struggled to push it out of the way using my forearm. I groaned, pulling the blankets above my head, attempting to block the piercing sunlight that was blinding my eyes.

I wanted nothing more than to fall back into my peaceful slumber.

All of a sudden, my head was pounding with such intensity that I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I possibly could. Hoping that the throbbing would subside, I had no such luck. I felt as if somebody was stabbing my brain with thousands of needles over and over again. The sharp pulsating continued as I clenched the bleached white sheets in agony.

Almost right away, I noticed how weak I was. I could barley grasp the sheet altogether and I looked down at my fingers to see bruises and scratches all along my hand. My five digits were so swollen that they were almost numb and my thumb had grown double in size.

As the white, thin fabric slipped through my fragile fingers, I let out a small gasp. I was so overwhelmed by my newfound marks and loss of strength that I found myself wheezing for air. What happened last night?

As I tried to recollect the memories from yesterday, my mind was still left blank. -But that didn’t stop the questions that began whirl inside my brain. How did I possibly end up in this situation? Or how did I end up in this unidentified room for that matter? Why am I injured and when did it happen?

The list of uncertainties went on as I glanced down at my clothed body. I was wearing the only pajamas I had packed in my suitcase, but still don’t recall putting them on. For my top, I was wearing my cotton, baggy, tie-dyed t-shirt that I had made with my mom two years ago on a warm, summer day. I will always remember that memory and the significance of this shirt, considering the important meaning behind it. For bottoms, my hot pink drawstring shorts were slipped on my waist. Did someone change my clothes? Or-

Before I could even finish my jumble of thoughts, blood roared behind my ears in synch with the hammer pounding in head. I groaned once more in displeasure, but this time it was even louder than I had expected. I sounded like a dying cow for crying out loud.

Flipping over, I sunk my face into my cushiony pillow. It smelled like juicy strawberries and Febreze air freshener. I took another whiff of the scent, satisfied with the smell, I let the mixture fill my nostrils.

Once I was appeased, I dug my head further into the soft, clean cushion and mumbled, “Why is this happening to me?”

I was just so utterly confused. I truly thought I was finally done getting hurt. I thought these types problems would never happen again. I guess not.

I don’t know why I was talking to myself, but since my lips were firmly against the pillowcase, my muddle of words were basically imperceptible.

Sadly, I knew I had to leave this bed at some point. I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep anytime soon, but I wanted to procrastinate for as long as I could. I felt pretty content hidden beneath the piles of blankets, smelling my pillow nonchalantly. I could do this all day.

As minutes past, I rolled back over, aching everywhere. Eventually, I had lifted the upper half of my body from its relaxed position, which ended up being excruciatingly painful. Now that I was sitting up on my bed, I dreaded to make any spare movements. The stinging that ran through my veins was intolerable and I didn’t dare to examine my body to see the forming bruises and blood stains that were most likely splattered across my skin.

I’ve been through worse. I reminded myself. I mean, I’ve felt pain like this countless times before, but I guess no matter how many times I get hurt, it doesn’t make the wounds any less agonizing.

Sluggishly, I lowered my feet onto the fancy, carpeted floor, which had a multicolored abstract design. I flinched suddenly at the amount of weight my feet would have to carry. My swollen ankles were frail and an electric jolt of pain stimulated from my toes to the tip of my fingers after my first step. Tensing up, I gradually shifted off the warm, safe mattress and reached for the nearest thing for support. I gripped on the edge of the wooden dresser with my dear life as I slid over to the door, never letting go for a mere second.

Once my hand surrounded the doorknob, I let go of my lifeline and took the initiative to deal with the pain. Don’t be a wimp. Limping out of the unknown room, the smell of crispy bacon caught my attention. The alluring odor was making me lightheaded. Forgetting about the soreness bouncing around in my skull, I dragged my feet over to the enduring smell and my eyes directly fell upon the full plate of eggs, bacon and toast on the counter.

Glancing around, I came to the conclusion that I was in a familiar swanky hotel room. I was beginning to become aware of my surroundings, but I still didn’t know how I got here.

And was praying that I would find out the reason why soon enough.

After clearing my throat, I realized how eerily quiet the area was. So quiet, that you could hear a pin drop.

Shifting my head from side to side, I looked around to see if anyone was here, but there was nobody to be seen. Shrugging, I double-checked my search of any living creature visible, but it was just me. Only me.

Out of nowhere, another shot of pain exploded through my head. I screeched at the sudden stinging and made my way over to the nearest chair, which happened to be at the round breakfast table. As I slowly pulled the chair out, my fingers trembled, making it difficult to do such a simple task. Once I finally achieved my goal, I plopped down on the seat, relieved after throwing my head in my hands. The throbbing was unbearable.

In front of me, plopped on the table was the plate of food I so desperately wanted to eat. Beside it was a napkin with words scribbled on top and a pen lying beside it. Squinting my eyes, I realized the first word was my name.

It was a note.

For me.

Alexandra,

How’s the hangover treating ya? I made you some breakfast, but it may be cold by the time you wake up. The boys and I have a radio interview this morning, so we’ll be back around 2:00.

Before I finished reading, I looked around the room for some sort of object to tell me what time it was. Hanging above stove was a clock that read, 11:00. Wow, I slept in late. I never sleep in late. Narrowing my eyes back at the messy handwriting and blue colored font, it continued saying:

I need to talk to you privately later. Oh, and please don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone :)

-Liam xx

P.S I remember you told me how much you hate tea, so next to your COFFEE, I left some medicine that may help your headaches, which I’m certain you definitely have from after last night.

It took me a moment to process each word and I even had to re-read the letter over several times. My heart sunk at the spelling of Liam’s name. I just can’t comprehend why he is being so nice to me after I totally ignored him. He seriously didn’t need to cook me breakfast and all that, I was already such a burden for staying in his hotel room for god sakes. I’m sure he didn’t want me here.

Skimming back at the unnerving short sentence, I tensed:

I need to talk to you privately later.

Well that doesn’t sound quite inviting. But maybe he knows what went on last night, maybe he knows something. I shivered at the thought and averted my eyes back to my meal.

Liam was definitely correct about the food being cold. Daringly, I lifted my entire aching body and brought my plate over to the nearby microwave resting on the counter. Opening the miniature, see-through door, I pounded on the panel of buttons to operate it. As a result, I heard a beepnoise and my plate of food was placed on a round, glass dish. Once it began, the glass dish that sits on a wheel turned and a bright light shined. After I shut the door, I migrated over to the medicine and cup of coffee while I waited impatiently.

Yawning, I reached for the two pills and took them with ease.

As my slow, unproductive morning passed by, I accomplished nothing. After I devoured my steaming bacon and eggs, I scurried off to the living area where I could relax all my muscles. I was sprawled across a leather couch with a fuzzy blanket hovering over me. The TV was playing, but I wasn’t really watching it. I was zoned out in my own world and ended up drifting back to sleep.

I awoke to the slamming of a door, which only caused my head to throb intensely. How wonderful.

“Alexandra?!” a familiar, British voice called as I heard his footsteps pitter patter around the room.

“Over here!” I moaned, my morning voice groggy and unsteady. I waved my arms above the couch
in attempt for him to see me. And he did.

“Aww love, how are you feeling?” he cooed, as he came over and sat on the edge of the couch beside me. Pushing a stray hair out of my eyes, his chocolate ones were filled with concern.

“My head hurts,” I said, pointing to the exact spot where most of the pain was coming from.

“Let me go get you an icepack, one sec.”

“No, no its—”

Before I could even fight back, he was already up on his feet. I could hear the beat of his footsteps in the kitchen and closed my eyes in hope I would fall back asleep. To my dismay, I didn’t- because within seconds, Liam was back, placing an ice-cold baggy on my head. At first, my eyebrows and nose scrunched up from the frigid temperature, but quickly afterwards my body calmed down.

Sitting along side of me, Liam kept his hand placed on the icepack in case it would fall or something, I don’t really know.

As the chillness began to soothe me –somewhat- I hummed Liam a ‘thank you.’

“You have nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, flashing his pearly white teeth and breath-taking smile.

“You don’t need to care for me like this. I’m fine,” I said, my tone unconvincing and shaky.

“After what happened, I know you haven’t been fine. So, I doubt you are fine right now,” Liam said in all seriousness, his gaze shifting to my arms. His face paled and eyes grew ten times bigger. I swear they almost popped out of their sockets.

“Do um- do you know what happened?” he stuttered. I could tell he was nervous all of a sudden, realizing the confused expression painted on my face.

“No,” I shook my head from side to side, “But will you tell me?”

Biting his lip, he threw his hands up in his hair gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“You see this?” he questioned, pointing to my arm, which I never had a clear look at. Slithered along my skin, was a forming purple bruise. A quite big one, that almost looked tattooed on my body.

“Yeah I see it,” I whispered, “Where did it come from?”

Liam brought his head down, staring endlessly at the floor. I had to poke his cheek to get his attention back. His eyes were now distant and pooled with sorrow. You could easily tell he was reminiscing something. Something horrible.

Through clenched teeth, he said, “That asshole.”

“Huh?”

“Remember that ex boyfriend you told me about?”

“Yeah?”

“It was him.”

I couldn’t even form words on how to respond. That answer was so unexpected and I truly couldn’t believe it. I wouldn’t. What was he talking about? I left Jake. He was supposed to never find me. If Jake really did this, how did I get away from him then?

“Did you save me?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Notes

I know this was kind of a filler chapter, but NOW WE FOUND OUT WHO SAVED ALEXANDRA. ASDDFGHSHL.

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