Chapter 43 - Match 43

He could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer and with every step his heart went more and more insane. At the cricking of the white, chapped door he took a deep breath as a familiar figure appeared in front of him. 

She looked like she hadn't slept in days. He blonde hair were messy and she had huge black circles under her eyes. Her body seemed to have taken an odd form, like she couldn't stand straight. How could a person change so much in just a few days? She seemed like someone else and not the mother he always knew.

"What do you want?" she asked rudely, her voice exposing how tired she was. 

"Um…I…" he got stuck. Not really knowing what he was supposed to say. How could he ask her? She didn't seem to recognize him anyways so it was obvious he had gotten his answer about that.

"Okay then" she said and tried to shut the front door in his face but he stopped it with his palm. He made sure to place his foot in between the door frame and the door so she could close it even if she tried to. "What do you want boy?" she asked him again and he felt the urge to cry. He held it in though. Alex didn't want to make this uncomfortable scene even more unbearable. 

"I am here to see your husband." He said and she frowned. 

"My husband is dead. He died a few days ago so you are late." She answered him, her hazy eyes showing the slightest bit of sadness in them. 

Alex's eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped. A very cartoonish reaction to the depressing news but he didn't know what else was appropriate. Should he cry that the man who had been torturing him for months was dead? He was his father though. He had raised him, looked after him and taught him how to play soccer. He was sad. He was sad that the ghost of his beloved father which he had been keeping preciously in his memory had died. The memory of a loving person, the hope of going back to this now had been killed brutally. 

He felt like he couldn't breathe. This woman in front of him was his mother but she didn't even know his name. His father was dead and he didn't even know about it while he was happily playing soccer and adored his traitor of a boyfriend. He had been so stupid, believing everything without questioning how weird Luke had been. He was such an idiot for trusting so much someone he had just met. Someone with a father like that. Alex felt like he was going to faint. Everything seemed distorted and in an endless nauseating movement. 

"Who are you and why are you asking me all this?" The woman asked him. 

"You don't know me. At least not anymore. I am sorry for your loss. Goodbye" he said and turned around.

He left with unstable steps, leaving behind the dirty white walls and chapped door. The trash bags and the flies, he tried to get down the stairs at the front porch without collapsing. He shouldn't be feeling like this but why? Why was he so burdened by the death of the man who had been torturing him for months? The images, the words and the memories suddenly became overwhelming and the image of his mother, how she was when she still remembered him became distorted on his mind. 

He didn't have a family anymore. He couldn't make things right one day with them. Become happy again. Luke had deprived that right from him and that made him furious. In this sea of endless emotions Alex found himself struggling to control himself. His feet started to give in and he sensed the upcoming collision with the ground as his head was ringing. It was unfair. So unfair that someone else had meddled with his life like that. His father would never get to see him play soccer now. He would never say sorry and Alex could never find the courage to tell them that he didn't needed them if they didn't want him. Luke had taken his chance to move on. Now he was stuck in a brutal past. Unable to step out of it. His tormentor was dead and he didn't get his catharsis. His mother too oblivious of his existence. 

His knees got scrapped as he fell down. Kneeling on the dirt. His palms hid his face and he started sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't keep it in, as much as he wanted to grow up and be strong he was still a child. Scared and wounded because he lost mommy and daddy. People were staring but to him no one was there. He had been left all alone to grief the loss of the family he wished to get back. 

Alex wanted to be left alone to drown in self-pity. Close his eyes and just disappear from this place, get away from everyone and never have to feel pain like this anymore. He had been stripped off of everything. The only person he had was Luke and he was dependent on him for a life. He had given up everything like a damsel in distress just to be betrayed by the one who said he cared. Is that caring? Was he the one who didn't really know what love is? 

"Is this how loving someone should be?" he cried. "I hate this, please somebody help me" 

But no one could magically appear to save him from this pain and for the first time in his life he realized how alone he felt. How the monster inside of him was clawing the walls of his heart destroying everything positive. How his own mind was bringing him down and how the people around him had suddenly become faceless. That pain on his chest was like someone had stabbed him and he couldn't stop crying. There was no blood but he wound was real and it hurt excruciating pain as he realized that he was all alone. No one would help him because no one knew of the mess on his mind.

He heard the sound of breaks violently stopping on the road and the doors of a car opening and then closing, oudly filled with fury. The footsteps of someone approaching him and he heard his voice. Luke was calling out to him.

"Alex, Alex! Are you insane? How could you do something like that!" he was shouting at him as he was approaching. 

He had the audacity to be mad. Alex thought and laughed. Bitterly and dry he found this whole situation ironic. How could he not understand what he had done? He wondered and raised his head.

Luke immediately came to stop as their gazes met. Were his red from crying eyes and tear stained face? Was it the anger in his look or the complete appearance of decay he had that shocked him? Maybe even scared him. Alex would never know. All he knew was that at that specific moment Luke was frozen. He took a step back as Alex attempted to get up.

He wailed unstable but he didn't want to be looked at from above. He wouldn't just stand there and cry no matter how much he wanted it to. His anger looking at him was far greater than the fleeting feeling of sadness. 

"Why are you here?" Luke asked him.

"You dare to ask why am I here? Do you have the guts to know the answer?"

"Who told you?"

"Who told me? Is that all you are going to ask? SHOULDN'T YOU BE ON YOUR KNEES APOLOGIZING TO ME FOR WHAT YOU DID?" he screamed at him, feeling his throat burn.

"Calm down. I can explain, I did it for you. I swear" 

Alex remained quiet. He couldn't believe the words that came out from Luke's mouth. He did it for him? What kind of lame excuse was that?

"You are insane."

"It was necessary. Your parents needed to forget so you could be with me, the police they'd look for you. I had to beg my father so he would help. Listen to me Alex I…"

"You asked your father for help? You basically signed a deal with the devil Luke! You always say how much you hate him but when you're in trouble you just back and run to him like a baby! My father is dead! He died Luke Because of you and your people! Was that for me too?" he asked him.

"What? I didn't know that he was…"

"You never know Luke you just act! You just go in like a brainless dog! Fuck you. Fuck all of this. Do you expect me to forgive you because you didn't know? I don't care if you knew or not. I care about you being a traitor. Knowing each other? How can I get to know you when you are a huge lie? Huh? Answer me!" 

"Stop it! I am the one who has been taking care of you all of this time! You should say thank you not act like this. All I've been thinking about was you and your wellbeing. You are at a sensitive state right now; I understand but believe me I know what's best for you." 

Alex looked at him like he was looking at an alien. He felt like he was talking and in front of Luke stood a huge iron wall that didn't let his words pass through. He didn't understand his mistake or he simply didn't want to accept it and that made the green eyed boy furious. Everyone has to own up their responsibilities one day but Luke seemed reluctant to do it? Why didn't he not understand that Alex liked him so much, still that with an apology he could let it go but no. Luke would never with his stupid pride and arrogance. 

He was never the time to fight. Not verbally and even more not physically but for the first time in his life he just wanted to let everything out. Once and for all because from the first moment that they met. From that beginning punch Alex had been bottling up inside everything.

"You fucking prick" he swore at him and with the little energy he had he launched forward.

He didn't know how good of an idea it was to try and beat the shit out of a werewolf but he needed to do it. 

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Also please don't fall for a guy like Luke. At least not the way he is right now, even I hate him and I created him. OOF. Good news though, my favourite character will appear soon...or maybe not...still haven't decided.