Alexia Eden(109)

"I haven't figured that out yet, I just know I can heal wounds. I have to do this, Ronny will know something's up if I avoid her. You better go, she will be out of school soon. I'll see you tonight." She says going back into that empty shell of hers and limping back to her room.

I stand in the kitchen for a while thinking about Lexi, I can't believe Drake has done this. I walk towards her room and look through the gap in the door, she's lying on her side on the bare mattress that's still stained with dry blood and she's looking out the window as if deep in thought.

How am I going to keep this to myself? How can I keep this huge secret from Ronny, if she found out I knew about this and didn't tell her, Ronny will never forgive me...





CHAPTER 35:

ALEXIA POV

How did I end up like this? Could I possibly be anymore broken? Is this what he wanted? Did he want to break me completely…?

He was right, I deserve this…I deserved everything he did to me for betraying him. How could I ever doubt my love for him? Of course I love him. I betrayed him more than he could ever know, if he only knew how I actually felt about the other boys…he’d probably kill me.





Death sounds pretty good right now…no more pain…just an eternal sleep.





I don’t think I can handle the twins touching me right now. Talon should never have put doubts in my head, I know I can’t blame him and I only have myself to blame. I should have kept my hands to myself, I should of kept some sort of restraint. I knew there would be repercussions for my actions but I still kissed them knowing I would have to deal with Drake. All of this is on me.

I tried again this afternoon to heal my wounds. I healed a few of the cuts on my back and bottom. I stopped trying to heal myself when the backlash pain of the healing process crept up on me and it was worse than the beating itself. Clearly it’s easier for me to heal others and deal with their pain than to heal myself because that pain was more excruciating.

I delete all the messages in my mail box and place my phone behind me on the bed. I lay there for a couple more hours and look out of the window at the perfect peaceful sky that is now darkening, I try to block out the flashbacks of last night. I don’t have any tears left to cry…I’m all dried up. I hear a car outside and my body tenses as I lay there staring blankly at the window.

I hear the door open and keys being thrown on the kitchen counter. The heavy footsteps coming down the passage confirm my fear as it gets closer toward my room. I see Drake in the reflection of the window looking sadly down at me as I lay stiffly on the bed.

He saunters toward my cupboard and I can hear him shuffling around in there. He doesn’t say a word. He throws something on the bed behind me and I flinch as it hits the bed. I see him from the corner of my eye freeze when I do this, as he’s about to leave he spots my phone lying behind me, he picks it up and I watch in the reflection as he puts it in his back pocket, then leaves the room.

I stiffly turn my body to look at what he threw on my bed and I see clothes. I let out a whimper as I push my body into a seating position, there’s still welting on my bottom and bruises where the belt left it’s marking, it’s throbbing and uncomfortable. He picked out a pair of skinny jeans with a long sleeve sweater. With great difficulty I managed to put the clothes on, the denim from the skinny jeans rub against the carpet burn I have down my one thigh from being dragged on the carpet by my hair last night. I grimace at the memory and swallow down the pain. The long sleeve sweat shirt covers all the bruises that cover my arms, the bra and my underwear don’t do much for the tenderness on my back and ass but it will have to do. The bruise on my neck still shows too so I find a soft scarf to wrap around and cover it.

I use makeup to hide the remaining bruises on my face but I can’t hide the purple bruise on my one eyelid so I decide to cover it up with a dark makeup. There are also a few scratches where Drakes ring on his hand grazed my face when he dealt his punishment.

“I deserved everything I got for betraying him.” I repeat out loud as I looked at my face in the mirror, my choice of makeup covered most of it up leaving only two scratches but that can be hidden by my hair. I brush my hair but squirm when the brush touches my raw scalp.

I’m surprised he didn’t rip any of my hair out with the brutality he inflicted when he yanked at my hair last night. I love him. I deserved everything I got for betraying him. I repeat in my head to remind myself that it's my fault that I’m in the condition I am. I can’t bear to look at myself in the mirror any longer, I’m disgusted and disappointed in myself for letting things get as far as they did. I stumble over to lean on the bed as I put my pumps on. I look at my hands noticing my knuckles are also bruised from punching and smacking Drakes hard chest last night, I know they aren’t broken or sprained, just heavily bruised.