Alex's POV

Having Chloe work while I lounged around was becoming boring. I got out of my room to find her vacuuming the top half of the house. I smiled when I saw her medium sized blue and green baskets at the top of the stairs. I waltzed over to them, careful not to bump into her, being she was in a complete cleaning trance. Picking up the baskets I made my way to the bottom of the stairs to the kitchen. I set them there, figuring this is where she was going to start next. I grabbed a cold pop before making my way to the living room.

A couple of hours later she was loading up her car. Not even going to lie, I loved watching her work, as weird as that sounds. She had this adorable determined look on her face as she carefully cleaned every corner of my mom's house. She did a very good job too. But that's not what made me stare at her the whole time. No, her beautiful singing voice is what kept me interested. She probably thought I couldn't hear her over the vacuum but boy was she wrong. I could hear every note. I even went so daringly far as to harmonize with her occasionally. She listened to okay music but something about the way she sang it bothered me. She just didn't seem passionate about it. Before I could say anything else she was pulling out of the drive-way, my eyes glued to hers, still trying to figure her out.

She looked at me briefly and gave me a small smile before a car rammed into her front side with full force. My feet moved before I could even process what I had just seen. My tongue spoke without my permission.

"CHLOE!" I shouted as I made my way to the side she was in. Her eyes were shut and I might have marveled how beautiful her dark long eyelashes were. I shook my head and cursed silently as I tried to pry her from the wreckage. Suddenly I felt acrylic nails dig into my shoulder as I was flung backwards and met face to face with someone I really didn't wanna see.

Her forehead was slightly bleeding along with her lips but other than that Lisa looked absolutely fine, nothing compared to Chloe. She had blood coming out of a huge gash on her head, her nose, and mouth. The seatbelt clung to her body dangerously too tight.




"I fucking knew you had someone else Alex!" she accused.



I clenched my teeth as I pushed her back slightly, "She's my mom's fucking house keeper you demented fuck!" I was so angry. She had hurt my Chloe without a good reason to! But then again maybe she did. I mean, did I not just say "my Chloe"? What the hell was wrong with me?

Lisa's face contorted in horror as we heard sirens rapidly approaching. I managed to get the seatbelt off of Chloe before the fire fighters pushed me away and pulled her the rest of the way out. Wrapping a neck brace around her almost purple neck, they carefully put her frail body onto the stretcher. They carried her in the ambulance. One of the police officers came over to me as the other went to talk to Lisa.

"I assume you're Alex Gaskarth? The son of the woman who lives here?" he said in a bored tone.

"Y--yes I am," I stammered. Why was I nervous? Was I nervous because I might somehow be responsible for her getting hurt? I mean it wasn't my fault but Lisa was my ex girlfriend and she had warned me about me seeing other girls. But I wasn't seeing Chloe. She was just my mom's house keeper...right?

"What happened her Mr. Gaskarth?" his tone turned professional.

"Well uh Chloe, that's her name, well she's my mom's house keeper. She had just finished cleaning and was pulling out when Lisa Ruocco," I pointed towards her and noticed she was blubbering and waving her hands around trying to explain herself. There was no way she was going to weasel herself out of this. "Anyway Lisa slammed into Chloe's car fast as lightning. Chloe wasn't in her way nor blocking anything other than my mom's mailbox," I continued, hoping this guy could out that psycho behind bars. But all he did was scribble in a little notebook and nodded.

"Any particular reason Miss Ruocco would want to harm...I'm sorry I don't think I caught her last name."

I looked at him sheepishly, "Actually, I don't know it either. She kind of just started working for my mom today. Let me call her and see if she knows Chloe's last name," I pulled out my phone and hit the speed dial my mom was assigned to. The phone rang twice before she answered.

"Hello?" she said softly.

"Hey mom uh listen something's happened and Chloe's hurt. Do you happen to know her last name?"

She inhaled harshly, "What do you mean she's hurt?! Alex what in the hell is going on? What did you do?"

I shook my head, "Mom I didn't do anything. Just please tell me Chloe's last name is you know it."



"Sanders," she replied coolly before saying she had to go quickly because she was still in a meeting.

I looked back at the police officer, "Her last name is Sanders."

"Right," he scribbled. "Now back to my original question, is there any particular reason why Ms. Ruocco would want to purposely hurt Ms. Sanders?"

I shrugged, "Lisa is my ex girlfriend. She thought I was dating Chloe but I'm not." The story seemed so simple but I knew deep down it was a lot harder and complicated than what I was saying.

The officer nodded, closed his notebook and bid me farewell as the other officer put cuffs on Lisa's too skinny wrists. She screamed and thrashed against their grasp, calling out my name frantically. But all I did was smirk and wave goodbye to her. Hopefully she'd do life because I did not want to see her again.

Chloe however I did want to see again. I didn't want Thursday to end. I could stare at her for hours. I wanted to see her now and make sure she was okay. That was a good excuse right? I just needed to make sure she was okay. There was nothing wrong with that right? I didn't think about it too much before I ran inside to grab my keys and locked the door behind me. I sent a quick text to Jack, telling him where I would be and that I might be a little late to our early weekend newly single celebration. Jack's girlfriend, Maya, also left him recently. Leaving only Zack and Rian to be the taken ones of the band and Jack and I wanted to make the best of being single. One because it was just an excuse to get drunk and fuck random girls but two had just come recently as I got to the hospital and was let into Chloe's room and I saw her so fragile and unresponsive in her bed.

I didn't know how long I was going to be single.

Notes

I wrote this while I waited for class to start so sorry if it's crappy. I just wanted to update :p

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