Love from the past

Sixteen year old Alexis Hilton has a past that's more like your worst nightmare. She's been hurt countless times and held against her will. She has promised to never love again. When she meets a group of five rambuncious boys, she is terrified but at the same time, interested, and dazed. She finds herself falling for one while he loves another. She also finds out that there is someone else of the 5 keeping an eye on her.
One day, she meets a guy and is laft breathless. She breaks her promise and falls head over heels for him. But when things start to tense up and she dosn't realize, it may be too late. Will someone come for her or will she be left with this snake to die. Forever alone. And in her case that was true.

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1. Prolouge- Who's There?

His left arm was wraped tightly around my waist and he held me close. His right hand was placed upon my cheek. His blue eyes glinted as he stared me down. "Lexi you have to tell me what's going on or I can't help you." I stared back at him. His eyes held innocense but I couldn't tell what was hidden beneathe. I turned my head and closed my eyes, not wanting to tell him. He pulled my chin back, forcing me to meet his gaze. I looked back at him through a blurry haze. A sob escaped my lips and I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. He pulled me into a tight hug. Even though it was not comforting, I hugged him back, not wanting to let go. I would rather be touching him like this, than feeling him beating down upon me. Rather than bearing the weight of numerous bruises on my face. I clung to him as if I were drowning. As if the world would end at any moment. As if something was going to happen. Something that I did not want to happen.

Who was this man that held me? Who, at any moment might lash out at me. Where was the once sweet and caring boy I fell in love with? The one that wiped away my tears, kissed me gently, and promised to always take care of me. When had this change happened? Was it those little moments when he turned angry and yelled at anyone who spoke to him? The day when he turned a year older? The day when eveything went wrong? What was wrong with him? Why? Why did it have to sucome to this? Why?

He pulled back with such strength, that I was forced to let go. I stood there, my arms loose at my sides, my head hung low, small sobs escaping my lips, and the tears running like a river. His strong hands held my shoulders. I could feel his gaze upon me, all the while boring into my mind searching for answers. I wiped my tears away and looked up at him. He relaxed slightly, expecting me to tell him. But instead, I asked him the questions. I needed answers as well. My voice was barely audible, as I whispered to him. "What's happened to you Justin?" He tensed, looking taken aback by my words. I pressed on. "Where did the loving and caring boy that I fell in love with go? What has this world done to you?" I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek gently. "Is anybody home inside? What have you done to my Justin? Where are you keeping him captive?" I searched his eyes, tears filling my own. I let my hand come to rest, slowly rubbing my thumb against his cheek bone and uttered my last question. "Who's there?" I stroked his cheek one last time, then let my hand fall. His eyes were a brilliant electric blue. He stared at me and then a flash of anger arose in those eyes. He hit me square across the face, hard. It felt like he had stung me. I gasped and put a hand to my cheek. He let go of me and I swayed. I stumbled backwards and fell against the wall, hitting my head against the cold stone. I cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor.

I remembered this cottage to well. It was the same that my brother and I would play in when we were kids. The same place my mother died. The same place my daddy and I would spend time, thinking of mom. The very same place where Justin and I had met. Where we spent nights together, wraped in each other's arms. I wanted to be loved like that the rest of my life. But things went terribly wrong. We were young then, not quite knowing what love was. But while I was becoming a woman, he was becoming...a monster. Now it was the same place where I was hit, countless times. Over and over again.

He was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room. The tears escaped my eyes with no intent of stopping. I drew my knees up in front of me and layed my head on the top of them. My hair fell in dark currents around me like a curtain. I heard footsteps and then he was squating in front of me. He took my chin in his palm and lifted my face to his. His expression was soft as he gazed at me intently. "I don't want to force you to tell Lexi. I want you to be able to tell me freely. I'll give you another chance. What's wrong?" I looked up at him. He wanted to know so that he could do something about it. Make it all better, protect me. I replied, but not with the words he wanted. "I c..can't tell you." I stuttered threw sobs. "I can't tell you without someone getting hurt. It isn't important. Please, jus..just please, forget it." I looked at him with pleading eyes, watching his every move. His hand came up, threataning to come down upon me. I pulled myself away from his grip and burried my head in my lap, beginning to sob. He dropped his hand and pulled me to him. He kissed me lightly and said, "Alright, I'll forget it this time. But I don't like to see you sad like this. Don't let me ever catch you worrying. I love you bunches and I'm just trying to help you." He wraped me in another uncomforting hug. We stayed there a few more minutes before leaving, and heading back to town. My eyes were puffy and red from crying, my face was red, and my head hurt. I stayed silent the whole way home.

 

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