Chapter 3: He cares?

Alex's P.O.V:

Next morning, 6:41am:

I wake up to see a blood stains on both my arm and bedsheets. I groan in frustration, regretting not cleaning it up last night.

"This is all your fault Tyler!" I yell in annoyance, throwing a pillow across the room. I slowly drag my body of the bed walking in the bathroom to grab a wet towel to wipe my arm.

"Why can't I find any?" I question myself, rummaging through the cabinets to find some, but failed miserably.

I walk back to my bedroom to take off the sheets off my bed to throw them in the washer and placed a new fitted sheet on my bed. I hurriedly got in the shower to turn on the cold water. I run the cold water over my body. Stood there for about 25 minutes staring at nothing. I got out a dried myself off. Picked out another black outfit.

An black oversized long sleeve shirt and black ripped jeans with black Jordans.

Went downstairs to eat nothing apparently. I grab my keys and headed out the door. As I stepped outside, I see my car with flat tires. I walk up to it to investigate.

"Yep, flat tires. Great, just peachy," I groan. I went over to my bike and it was perfectly fine. I take out my motorcycle key and got on. I ride off to school.

7:14am

I park my bike at the end of the parking lot and walk inside the school. I walk to my Physics class. It wasn't that far of a walk. As I got in I took the farthest seat next to the window and sat down. I took out my phone to look in the camera to see what I look like.

"Shit!" I curse under my breath. I have huge bruises under my eyes and another bruise on the left side of my mouth. I check my neck and have hickey like bruises in several places.

Bell rings, class flows in. I try covering my bruises with the shirt I have trying not to let anyone see them. Ms. Goon enters the class and demanded silence.

8:36am

Class was almost over and there is a knock on the door. Then Ms. Goon goes to open the door and Tyler? He is standing looking beat up as hell. Everyone started to whisper to one another and start to gossip.

What the hell happened to him?

He glares at the teacher and she flinched back. We all knew she was scared of him. She couldn't walk for three days because how rough he was when they had sex.

Seriously, does he not have an STD? I think, face palming myself.

He walks to the back of the class taking a seat next to me. I scoot over a bit in my chair not wanting him to have any physical contact with me. He looks at me with worry. I give him a questionable look.

8:54am

Bell rings, the class and the teacher exits. Since I have a free two hour period now, neither me nor Tyler moved from our seats. He looks at me and I look at him.

"I'm sorry about yesterday ." He says calmly. I groaned in annoyance.

"Why? You beat me up everyday, so why do you care what happens to me now?" I say, sounding pissed. "You think you have the nerve to say sorry when you obviously don't mean it. If you're not being sincere, don't bother." I say getting up.

He grabs my arm and twists it in the opposite direction. I yelped in pain because of how my scars are still new and not patched up. He got up to walk in front of me. He looks at me with a dull expression on his face. Heartless, cold, mischievous, etc.

"I didn't mean it, you slut." He says rolling his eyes, looking annoyed. I move my hand and he tightens his grip.

I couldn't bear his touch any more. I twist my hand to get out of his grip, but failed miserably. My arm started to tear and bleed. Tyler felt something wet on his hand and rolled up my sleeves. I try to stop him, no use. He looks at my arm in horror. Tyler looks down on my open wounds, pouring blood. He turns it around to see huge slits in my arm.

"Why did you do this?" He questions me looking worried. I didn't answer. "Why the fuck did you do this!?" He yells making me flinch back. For a second I thought he actually cared and I remembered what he had really done to me.

"Why do you care?" I ask. His face changed and I can tell he senses the sudden realization of what he's doing. He tightened his grip to make my arm bleed out even more. Blood dripping from my arm and his hand. My vision gets blurry. Before I fell to the floor because of unconsciousness, Tyler punched me in my face. Bruises worse than before.

I black out.

————————————------------------------------------------------------------—————————————Hey guys, I know this was short, but I still have a bit of writers block and I'm sorry for making this short. Please comment and share.

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