Time-Bomb

I called Zack.

“Zack, get back to the bus. Alex hit his head and passed out.” I said.

“I’ll be right there.” He replied and hung up. He came to the bathroom. “What happened?” he asked.

“He drank a lot and stumbled in before I went to pick up Josie and I came back to find him puking and he fell and hit his head.” I explained.

“Alright. We’ve got to get him to the hospital. I’ll take him.” Zack said.

“None of us have cars.” I pointed out.

“Matt does. He’s a good guy. He’ll let us borrow his car. Now round up the rest of the band and meet me by his car.” Zack said.

“Okay.” I replied.

“Help me lift him.” Zack said and I did so.

Zack and I hauled him out and into Matt’s van. I texted Jack and Rian, they came, and we left, trusting Kelsey and McKenzie to watch Josie. Alex was rushed into a room. It was all so surreal. The band went to be with him as I sat in the waiting room. Jack came out.

“Alex is asking for you.” He whispered.

I went in, but I wanted to leave as soon as I did. Alex was pale and hooked up to a lot of needles, tubes, and machines. His eyes were half-closed and he wasn’t moving. He looked overall frail and worse than I’d ever seen him. He’d always been so strong, arrogant, and sure of himself. It almost broke my heart to see him broken down like this. Almost. Then I remembered how he’d been treating people. But then, did he really deserve to be in the hospital? No, he just deserved a slap in the face and a kick in the balls.

Rian and Zack looked up at me.

“Guys, get out of here. I need August right now.” Alex said.

His voice was barely a whisper, but since the only noise was his heart monitor, the guys heard him loud and clear. The guys left robotically.

“Go ahead, yell at me. Yell at me. Tell me how I’ve been taking advantage of you, treating my family like shit, and throwing my life away.” He sighed.

“You’re good. I was just about to say exactly that.” I mumbled.

“Well, now you don’t have to.” He muttered, looking away.

“Were you trying to kill yourself?” I asked.

“Yeah.” he whispered, averting his eyes.

“Why?” I asked.

“I felt worthless. You didn’t love me and I was just depressed. Besides, I’d be with my brother if I succeeded. But I didn’t. I’m such a failure I can’t even commit suicide right.” He choked.

“Stop. You know, some people have it worse than you.” I reminded him.

“Where’s Josie?” he asked.

“She’s with McKenzie and Kelsey. I figured you didn’t want her seeing you like this.” I replied.

“You’re right, I don’t.” he replied.

“So where does this leave us?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He whispered.

“Where do you want to be?” I asked.

“Well, we should at least pretend for Josie's sake. Other than that, I don’t think I can handle a relationship.” He sighed.

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Alex was discharged and things went back to normal. Alex was still distracting me with sex. Until one night when I fought back.

It had been a busy day, but Alex had done nothing to help. When he wasn’t performing, Alex just sat around and did nothing. And that night, he’d held a particularly rowdy party.

He returned from it, making out with a busty blonde. I made her leave. Alex just sat in the dining area of the bus, giggling like an idiot until he finally realized she’d left. He then pouted.

Josie was put to bed and I started packing, as was routine. Alex turned me around and kissed me. But I wouldn’t just let him have his way with me tonight. So I put my hands on his shoulders, digging into the bare skin.

I bit down on his lip hard. His fingers went into my hair, pulling at it. I pulled him down and sat on his waist. He rolled over, tossing me off.

I went to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist, digging his nails into it. I twisted my wrist and slid it out of his grip. He gripped my shirt and ripped it.

“You did not just do that!” I screamed, jumping on his back.

He spun around, trying to throw me off. I gripped his hair with one hand. I leaned down and bit his neck. He screamed and threw me off. I pushed him hard and he pushed me back twice as hard.

“HOW DO YOU FUCKING LIKE IT?!” he yelled, slapping me.

I pushed him on the bed and held his neck between my knees. His hands came up and grabbed my butt. I slapped him in the face. He grabbed my wrists, holding on hard so I couldn’t escape.

“Hit me. Slap me again. I fucking dare you!” he said darkly. I did so. He rolled over so he was sitting on me.

“Get off me, fat ass!” I cried, punching him in the face.

“Now you’ve fucking done it.” He snarled, grabbing my breasts and gripping them, feeling them, knowing it would drive me crazy, and not in the good way. I punched him again. “Bitch! Go to hell!” he yelled.

I shoved him off the bed, but he grabbed my shirt so I came down with him. We both got up and he started towards me.

I backed up until I was squished between him and the wall. His hips grinded against mine. I kissed him roughly, putting all my pent-up anger and frustration into it. He kissed back, tracing my neck with his fingertips.

He ripped my pajama shorts off me and stripped down to his boxer briefs and stripped me down to nothing. He took his boxer briefs off and walked us over to the bed.

He went inside me, thrusting hard and fast. I screamed, gripping his shoulders, digging my nails into him on purpose. I rolled so I was on top of him.

“I’m close, bitch.” He snarled. He came inside of me, warm and alive. I jolted as I realized he hadn’t used a condom. He fell beside me, his chest rising and falling fast.

I realized then that he was a man. He was not the horny boy I knew in high school. He was stronger now and he could easily build me up or tear me down, depending on his mood. He could be quite intimidating sometimes. I fell asleep with that particular thought.

I woke up the next morning before him. I packed Josie’s and my things. I called Bailey, she came to pick me up and I walked right out of Alex’s life. But not for long.

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