The Cure

A medical condition can hurt a girl in the most vulnerable place -- her confidence.
And hurting a girls confidence?
This girl isn't going to recover anytime soon.

Three years after being diagnosed with the unattractive, torturous tourettes, an impulsive action that must be done or the person gets wildly uncomfortable and stressed, Thalia is still searching desperately for something to reduce the impulse.
But it's harder than you think when the antidote is being calm - and in a world Thalia thinks is against her, she battles to keep her head above the waves of a storm she'd been expecting for so long: but an unexpected person changes all of that, and Thalia finds everything she's worked so hard to build up, to protect herself until she's cured, come crumbling down around her.
And then somebody tries to kill her.

Based on true medical issues.


9. The House Visit

When the pair arrived at Thalia's house, they got caught up with Jeminia and her boyfriend, Seph, and it was a very awkward exchange.

The sisters introduced the other pair, and the boys just stood there.


Well, Seph was awkward. It was apparent on Alec's face, he was angry. And he glared at the older boy with such power, the pair left quickly, leaving Thalia to say her brief goodbyes to her sister, and to start into the kitchen.

After a slight pause, Alec followed, fuming.

"I thought you said she was going to a sleepover at Soph's?!" He snapped. Thalia rolled her eyes.

"It's code for sleepover at Seph's."


"Adult stuff." And Thalia wrinkled her nose. "Let's not talk about my sister's sex life, eh?"

"Why? I'm fine with it." Thalia shot the older boy a look, as he loosened up slightly, sinking into the chair in the kitchen, and admiring the house. Thalia set upon herself to rummage through the draws to find some antiseptic wipes, and then moved towards him.

She tilted his head back with a gentle forefinger and thumb, and started to wipe at the blood quickly, focusing hard on his nose, to avoid looking into his eyes.

Or even worse: to his lips.

As she worked, Alec stared straight back at her, oblivious to her desperate attempts to ignore him. And he raised an eyebrow.

"So you can touch me but I can't touch you?" He mused. She scoffed.

"I don't trust you."
"I'm in your house!?"

"And I know where all the knives are in the house, so we're both at risk." She dumped the first wipe, which was covered in blood, in the bin, and wrinkled her nose. She changed it for another wipe, and finished off the job. He flinched as she reapplied the pressure, but didn't make any complaint, just sitting there, being good.

And for a long few minutes, it's was fine. Quiet. Relaxing.

And then the questions started again.

"How long has Flou been psychic for?"

"Couple of years now - but it's been getting worse. It used to be just her and me. And now it's her, me, Paul {their dad}, Dr Grant, Sheila, and - you."
"But I don't understand why she knows about me. She knew about me before I even met her, before I even met you!"

Thalia disposed of the last wipe, and took a seat across him, after securing them both with water. Alec watched her with a smile, and his eyes followed her everywhere, making her feel things that were too crazily close to Flou's vision for Thalia to be comfortable with.

"Psychic, you know. They know about things before they've happened. They're crazy people - but it's fine, isn't it? Because we're both crazy too."

Thalia rolled her eyes, scoffing at his mysterious grin.

"I'm not crazy." She said, matter of factually. He raised an eyebrow, and his eyes dropped to her hands. She followed his gaze slowly, to where her stress-ball was being rolled between the table and it, and she blushed hard, not remembering when she got it out of her pocket.

"Shuddup." She blushed, lifting her head higher, and tried to look less like the little, awkward girl she felt: and she turned the conversation around quite quickly, quite sharply as well, to his medical condition. "Bi-polar. How does that work then? Guess you don't control it. Just take it out on people."

But he didn't get offended at her shortness. He just laughed.

"One minute you're angry, the next your depressed, and the next you're fine. A nice big torturous circle. Shame you don't have it. Have I told you I'd recommend it?"
"Funny enough, yes ... Five stars, if I recall?" He shot her a side wards grin as she diverted  her gaze quickly to the table. "... And, and the whole liking people suffer thing? What's that about?"

His face went dark with a smirk.

"Like it? I love it ... the whole suffering, the pain, the torture: brilliant!"

"So if I slit my wrist open right now, you'd find that attractive?"

"I dunno ... Try it." He dared. The younger girl scoffed.

"In your dreams." And then she winced as she remembered Flou. Alec sat forwards, leaning over the table, eyebrows raised.

"And what about you? The whole touching people thing? Seemed to have overcome that quite quickly."

"Not by choice, if I recall." He laughed. And it was genuine. A laugh that sparked joy inside of her, and she couldn't help but grin back. It lasted like this for a few minutes, before his face fell.

"Is it caused by something?" He finally asked, and he was serious again. "Is that why you don't like people touching you? Because something happened in the past?" Thalia blinked, absorbing this information, and then she scowled. Hard.

"What? No - god no. Nothing bad like your dad. Just - just a fear, I guess."

"So you don't ever want people touching you?"

"Not ever," She admitted sheepishly. "But, just until I can get over it ... hopefully with the help of Dr Grant ..."
"So you aren't going to have sex until you're older?" At the look on the younger girl's face, Alec laughed, but it wasn't spiteful. It was humorous, and she hated herself at the warm feeling that tumbled around in his stomach at it. "You're scared of having sex?"

"A little ... and it's not funny!"

"What? What part of it scares you?" Thalia flushed a deep red, but he wasn't giving up, eyes sparkling, loving the embarrassment on her face.

"The - you know. Being naked. Vulnerable to somebody else. Being touched. It just - just freaks me out ..."

"So if I took off all your clothes right now, and kissed you, you'd freak out?"

"Most likely."

His lips curved further upwards, the idea clear in his mind: and Thalia bolted upright in her seat, ready to flee. He just shook his head, chuckling slightly.

"Relax," He coaxed. "I won't try anything ... Not today, anyway." And he smirked mischievously at her.

She swallowed hard as Flou's vision came back.

The two of them.


In her room ...

Her room ...

Just up the stairs, literally above them -

And, to be honest, the thought of him kissing her, it didn't scare her as much as it previously did. In fact, she was almost on the verge of desperation. She hadn't had her first kiss yet, and she was almost eighteen, almost finished her a-levels. That was bad, wasn't it?

She swallowed hard again, trying to push the image of the two of them together, out of her head, and changed the topic back to him, hastily.

"So, what are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of?" And Alec sat back in his chair, and looked at her puzzled. "Nothing, I guess. I'm not afraid of anything."
"Really? Not even losing your little sister?" He hesitated, and then shrugged.

"I'm not afraid of losing her. I know I won't. She'll see it coming, and prevent it."
"So the darkness doesn't scare you?"

"The darkness? I love the dark!"

"Favourite animal."
"Used to own one."

"The adrenaline rush is amazing -"


"Not real."
"What? So you aren't afraid of anything?"

"I thought I already said this? Nothing scares me!" Thalia raised an eyebrow.
"There must be something!" She said, exasperatedly. "Everybody has a weakness."

Alec looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then shook his head.

"I guess not everybody."
"You're so arrogant."

"It wasn't a compliment." But Thalia was smiling nonetheless.

"Are you afraid of monsters?" He asked curiously.

"Only ones like you." And his laugh caught her off guard.

"Good. It keeps you away from us, stops you getting hurt."

Alec went suddenly quiet, staring at Thalia for a good minute, until the younger girl grew uncomfortable. Only then did he look away.

It was silent for an even longer handful of minutes, and then Alec stood.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Thalia pointed down the hallway, and to the left, and he disappeared from sight. And, gratefully, Thalia sunk back in her seat, and took a deep breath.

He's not all that good looking, she tried herself. And he's crazy. He likes seeing you suffer! What would Mum think if I brought him home?

However, it didn't stop her heart beating faster at being around him; and the thought of kissing him drifted across her mind once more.

She hurried it away, and turned her attention to the sink.

Seph and Jeminia had left their dishes there. Any other day, it would've annoyed Thalia; but not today. She needed to distract herself, so she set upon cleaning them.

Six minutes later, once Thalia's hands were dry again, did she realise that Alec had been away for a long time; and with a slight blush, and a crack of her neck, she followed out where she saw him last.

Yet the bathroom door was open, empty, and Thalia soon found him in her room, staring at her cupboard with her photos on it.

Her slight blush shot into a hot, serious flush and she scowled.

"What are you doing in my room?" She snapped. "Get out! It's my room!"

"I just wanted to see what it looked like." But he didn't budge from his spot from her cupboard, holding a frame with the picture of Jeminia and her. And the two children were touching.

They were young, Thalia was seven, and it was Jeminia's ninth birthday. They were both in pretty little frocks, that made them both look extremely feminine, with their arms around each other in a big hug, and they were both grinning, hard.

Thalia squirmed in her jeans and hoodie, refusing to look at him. But he pestered on.

"Is this you and your sister?" She nodded reluctantly. "You're touching her."

"I stopped four months after that photo." And Thalia moved across the room, and plucked it out of his hands. He backed up, and watched up carefully as she placed it back onto the cupboard delicately, twisting and turning it until it was in it's exact spot.

When she turned round, Alec was touching something else.

Her bed.

He flopped onto it with a sigh, and stretched out, moaning a little as he stretched. Thalia blushed at the look of the older boy on her bed, for the second time stored in her memory; and tried to cover it with a glare.

"Get out my room!" She snarled, but he just closed his eyes, and put his hands behind his head. "Alec! Get out-"

"I can't remember the last time I had a bed." That stopped Thalia right in her tracks. She hesitated, and then gave up ushering him out. She took a feeble step towards him, in an act that she was going to reassure him, and then back again, indecisive. "Maybe three, four years ago?"

"What happened to it?"

Alec shrugged.

"I gave it to Flou: Paul wouldn't get her a bed, as she was a girl. I gave her mine. I didn't need it anyway."
"So where have you been sleeping?"
"On the floor."

"Like a dog?"

"Like a dog." Thalia stared in horror. When she finally unfroze, she realised he had opened his eyes and was looking at her ashamed face. He scoffed and looked away a few seconds later. "Don't feel sorry for me. The amount of times I flipped out on him, and you, and everybody else - I deserve it. It puts me in my place most of the time."
"Well, ur - if you ever need a place to stay, I'm always here ... okay?"

He shot her a mischievous look, and she sniffed. "Not like that! No - you can have my bed. I'll be downstairs, on the sofa, as far away from you as I possibly can get!"

He laughed, but pondered on this decision for a few seconds. And then he nodded.

"Thanks." He smiled. Thalia nodded awkwardly in response, and looked everywhere but at the gorgeous boy lying on her bed.

And when he finally sighed, and shuffled over, gesturing her to join him; her heart speed up, and she took a sharp intake breath in.

However, her body carried her forwards, and she slowly lied beside him. There faces were close, almost too close if Thalia wasn't so caught up in her emotions to notice, or care, and when Alec slowly extend his arm, and wrapped it around her, she almost didn't notice.


She froze.

So did he.

And then he continued, wrapping her up in his arms, and pulling her into his chest. She slowly unfroze in the moment, and despite herself, cuddled closer.

He was warm, and although his living conditions were poor, he smelt clean, like vanilla, and Thalia rushed to savor the moment. She buried her head into his shoulder, and he pulled her close, so close that he could intertwine their legs together, and they did, with not as much hesitation on Thalia's part.

His hold was strong, firm, secure and she was suddenly very tired in it. Her eyes slipped shut, but she fought off the sleep, just with the idea that he could pull away any second now, and leave her.

It was ten minutes that passed until one of them spoke again, and Thalia shuffled closer into Alec as he stroked her hair back, and out of her face.

"Thalia?" He mumbled. She hummed slightly, but it was once, and suddenly, she realised, she wasn't doing it as much anymore.

However, it wasn't really a surprise: her tourettes got worse when she was stressed. They subsided when she was relaxed, and Alec politely ignored them when they accidentally slipped through.

The younger girl tipped her head up to face the boy, and he gave her a gentle smile.

"We need to try and find out who kills you - and stop them."
"No shit, Sherlock."

He laughed, and his face drew closer to hers. She didn't even flinch, which was a huge goal for her. She stayed where she was, willing him to kiss her.

He stayed where he was also, and it might have been Thalia's eyes playing tricks on her, but she swore she saw him look towards her mouth, and then he grew closer, until their lips were almost brushing.

Thalia's heart stopped, and she froze, waiting for him to properly secure their lips together ...

And then he sighed, and pulled back.

"What's the time?" He sat up, and ran a hand through his hair as Thalia laid there, stunned, feeling stupid, and slightly hurt.

And then she rolled out of the bed, and to the other side of the room.

She shrugged.

"I don't know." Her voice was quiet, small, and she fought to hide the pain and longing in it. "Check my phone."

He did.

"Half eight ... I should get going. I don't want to leave Flou by herself-"
"Yeah, you should." He stopped, and his face was surprised, shocked at Thalia's bitter tone. She refused to look at him, and stormed down the stairs. Slowly, he followed after.

She stopped by the door, and looked everywhere but him, as he stepped into his shoes, and picked up his only spare jumper. He looked at her.

She looked further away.

And then he gave up hiding his emotions, and stepped forwards, taking Thalia in his grip.

And then he kissed her. Hard, long, sweet.

And Thalia's knees went weak as she slumped against him.

And then she was kissing back too.

It lasted a bitter sweet minute, of desperation, longing, and the overall perfect factor of it, and when Alec finally pulled back, Thalia was all up for taking him back up to her room: but resisted forcefully.

Instead, she leant dreamily into him as he smirked slightly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I couldn't help it."

Thalia blushed hard, clinging tighter to his top.

"It's okay?" She grinned, and he leaned closer, so close their lips were almost touching again, like he was teasing them both, which wouldn't surprise her.

"And I'm sorry I didn't kiss you in your room. I should've. Damn, I really should've ..." His eyes sparkled, and Thalia took a deep breath in.

"Why don't you make up for it now?" Her voice was small, daring; and took them both by surprise.

He blinked, taking in the information, and then his face lit up.

And he pushed her back, dropping his jumper to the floor, and pressed her up against the hallway's wall. She breathed in sharply, and her arms relocated to around his neck. But he didn't kiss her. She saw his inner demons battling each other so, instead, she asked the question that was killing her inside, "Why didn't you kiss me in my room?"

He hesitated, and their mouths - so close, and yet so far ....

"Because you said you were afraid ..."

"Since when do you care?"
"Since when have I haven't?" And when the conversation died, he gingerly pressed his lips against hers.

It started slow, gentle, passionate; and then it grew deeper, hotter. His hands rested on the small of her back, pressing into it hard, pressing his body closer against hers; her fingers entwined in with his hair, and she tugged slightly at it. He whimpered slightly, and she responded. His hands moved from her back, and cupped her face, steadying it so he could kiss every centimetre of her face, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her brows; and back to her lips.

They were both breathless, and shaking with the lust running through them: but Thalia finally parted from him when the feeling got too strong for her to be comfortable with, and the sensation of being touched came whizzing back. He stepped back quickly, and gave her space to recover, and then stepped close again, and pulled her back into him.

She pushed aside all her fears and worries, and treasured the moment where her bi-polar friend wasn't trying to kill her, and was in fact, sane.

Or what she hoped was sane.

"That was nice." He teased, and she blushed hard. Her eyes fell onto his lips. They were red and swollen from hers being against them, and she doubted hers looked much better. All the same, she laughed, a hopeful, excited laugh, and she met his gaze again.

He smiled so hard the dimples in his cheeks wiggled, and she laughed a little more at them.

"Yeah," She mused. "Nice."

Alec laughed too, and drew back, scooping up his jumper from the floor. He gave her a winning smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow with Dr Grant, yeah?" She nodded quickly.

"Definitely." And then she winced at how desperate it sounded. Alec, the new Alec, chuckled and he kissed her forehead, before disappearing out of the front door, and into the night.

Thalia watched to make sure he got down the street safely, before shutting the door, and leaning heavily against it.

And then she breathed in sharply.

Well, she thought with a grin, that was the best idea I've had all year ...

It was November.

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