Alexia Eden(110)

I deserved everything I got for betraying him…





I grab my handbag and slowly make my way to wherever Drake is. I try to walk without limping but I can only hide it so much. The pain worsens as I try to walk up straight down the passage. I spot Drake sitting on the chair in the living room with his head in his hands, he senses me coming and he quickly straightens. I avoid looking at him and make my way toward the door. He closes the door behind him and I wait by his car for him to unlock it. I notice my car is still missing but I’m too afraid to ask about it so I'm just going to pray he brings it back before I leave on Monday morning.

He leans into open the door for me. I try to move as far away from him as possible hoping he doesn’t notice. He opens the door wide but before I can move to slide in he grabs my face hard with his one hand. I flinch and back away until I’m leaning against the car with him tightly against me.

“Say it.” he grits out and I know exactly what he wants me to say.

“I love you.” I say softly looking directly at his chest.

His fingers dig into my jaw more roughly. “Look at me Alexia, say it and mean it.” He spits out.

I haven’t looked at his face once since he got here and I don’t think I have the courage to see if his eyes are still black. Truth be told I'm too scared to actually face him after what he did.

I deserved everything I got for betraying him…I remind myself.

I slowly lift my eyes to see his dark ones looking back at me. “I love you Drake.”

I watch as he visibly relaxes and his hand softens on my face. His thumb is now caressing my jaw softly and his eyes transform back to hazel.

“Good girl.” He steps away from me giving me room.

I slowly step toward him trying not to let one inch of my body touch his, he steps away giving me my space and I slowly ease my body into the car. I let out a moan as I finally get my rigid body comfortable in the seat, he slams the door and I flinch.

Drake climbs into the driver’s seat while I’m trying to put my seat belt on. All my movements are slow and jerky, my whole body hurts from the bruises and the torture it went through. He seems to notice me struggling with the seat belt because he quickly snatches it and snaps it into its latch. I let out a quick breath and pull my hands away so I don’t have to touch him. If he noticed my response, he doesn’t show it.

As we drive along the streets to the restaurant, I lean my head on the head rest and stare out the window. He puts the radio on but it doesn’t ease the tension in the car.

I let out a whimper as he puts his hand on my leg above my knee. I look at his big hand as he starts to gently rub my leg. I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye so I quickly look back out the window trying not to move away from his touch or look him in his eyes, I'm too fearful of what he might do. I hear him let out a deep sigh and I shiver hoping I’m not making him angry.

We reach the restaurant by the beach. As he shuts the car off and steps out, I open the door and attempt to scoot my lower body out of the car trying to numb out the pain because the medicine that Chloe gave me obviously isn’t working since I can barely get myself out of the car. It’s not like the medicine Georgina would have had, well…not that strong at least.

I try and try as fast as I can to get out before Drake makes his way to my side but with every move I make it feels like I'm being ripped open and all the closed wounds are opening up. I grab the side of the door and use all the strength I have to pull myself up as I let out a small wail. I quickly limp away from Drake as he moves closer to close the door for me. I lean against the light pole trying to slow my breaths; just the effort I put in trying to get out the damn car took all the energy from me.

How am I going to get through this night?

I hear the cars sound for the automatic alarm and he starts walking towards the restaurant leaving me behind. I try walk as fast as I can keep up. He heads in as I follow him inside watching my steps as I attempt to walk without limping. I don’t look at the people around me, I only look at my feet walking trying to focus on everything else but the pain I'm in now…one step, two step, one step, two step…

I notice Drake has stopped walking a few steps ahead of me as I look at his red sneakers and the bottoms of his black jeans. I slowly raise my eyes and see we are near the table where my friends are seated. They’re sitting out on the deck facing the ocean. I notice Ronny and Chloe sitting next to each other calling me over, Rachel and Mark are also there smiling and waving. I see the back of Jax’s head and I internally groan…this night couldn’t get better.

I avoid everyone's gaze as I make my way to the end of the table as far away from Jax as possible, I choose the chair nearest to the wooden railing facing the water and I have the perfect view of the ocean, the drop from the deck is pretty high.