39. Time Bomb

 Chapter 39 -  Time Bomb

 

  The hot blaring sun shined on my rather cold skin. My eyes refused to open, completely tired they were. The atmosphere was cooler than normal, which led me to the conclusion of being in Alex's apartment. It was probably the only apartment in the whole tri-state county that was freezing in this month of February. Even, the tiny hairs on my skin were sticking up with goose bumps from the coldness.

   My legs tried to move, but only to be found tangled up in the white sheets and Alex's legs. Finally, my eyes jadedly opened, squinting at the harsh sudden light.

     Looking down, I was half naked, with only Alex’s black shirt hanging off my back. I glanced to see Alex wrapped around my back, his arms firmly snaked to my waist and his head snuggled in the connecting area of my neck and shoulder.

    His cheeks were flushed while he breathed in and out of his lips, which had drool slowly collecting. His chest was bare, and as far as I could tell, he only had his boxers on.

      There was a dull ache when I had moved the slightest inch, making me remember all of the events from last night. I wouldn’t have had it any other way with Alex. Of course, things possibly could be better between the two of us, but we were getting there. Our trust was gradually forming back, even though yesterday contradicts all of that. But I knew one thing strongly, and had no doubt on; I loved Alex.

    “What has you smiling like a fool this early in the morning?” A raspy morning voice chimed in.

      My smile was ear to ear from just hearing his angelic voice. I turned around in his arms, facing him. He was smirking lightly and his brown hair glimmer a golden haze with the sun shining just perfectly on it.

    His hand was pressed against my lower back, rubbing softly in a circular motion. Our eyes stared into each other’s, and I think we about got lost into them until I said something.

   “Good morning,” I kissed his red nose, which earned me a chuckle from him.

   “G’morning, Tinkerbell,”

       I playfully slapped Alex’s chest from my nickname, which I made it appeared that I always hated, but in reality, I secretly enjoyed it.

  “Can we just stay in bed all day?” he pouted his lips, and pulled me in closer to his warmth.

“I don’t think we can do that,” I said with a giggle.

      His lips started to peck small kisses over my face, causing me to giggle uncontrollably from his actions. Some were sloppy, others short, and some long and hard.

  “Stop it, Alex.” I jokingly pleaded, using my hands to restrain him.

    He hadn’t stop at all, but proceeded with going along with it, until he reached to my neck. That’s when a loud gasped fell from his mouth, and followed by a laugh that he tried to prevent from.

My breathing took an immediate standstill, “What?”

“Oh nothing,” He deviously said, keeping his eyes anywhere put mine; a sign of him lying.

  “Alex,” I warned, furrowing my eyebrows. I was becoming a little frustrating and annoyed. “Tell me.”

  “Just go look in the mirror,”

      Quickly, I hopped out of the comfortable bed and onto the freezing floorboards. I hurriedly walked across the living room, touching my neck out of insecurity. The tenderness led to so many conclusions in my head.

   Once I made it into his tight spaced bathroom, I examined myself in the mirror.

Messy morning after hair?

Check.

Swollen lips?

Check.

Black smudges underneath my eyes from my eyeliner?

Check.

Feeling defeated, I grabbed a washcloth and flipped my hair to the side.

Then, I realized.

    A rambunctious scream fled from my lips at the horrific sight of my neck. My jaw dropped from just looking at it.

“Told you,”

Hastily, I turned around. Alex stood against in the doorway with his arms crossed, and a proud smirk on his face.

“What did you do to me?” I cried out loud.

    I faced the mirror once again and leaned onto the sink just to get a better look. Hickeys after hickeys were formed on my neck. Purple, red, and pink were all mixed together, and the feeling of tenderness.

    All Alex did was chuckle from the mere sight of my distraught self.

      My eyes were bulging out of my eyes as my fingertips gently gazed over the frail skin, which looked battered and bruised.

I could have effortlessly spent hours gawking at it if it wasn’t for Alex pulling me out of the bathroom. He ended up trudging me to the kitchen.

“C’mon, let’s make some breakfast, Tinkerbell.”

   “I hate you,” I said, sitting up on the counter, watching him getting supplies for making two eggs.

   He laid out a pan on the stove and started to crack the eggs precisely. I couldn’t but help to stare at him. He was only in his boxers after all.

“Oh please,” he retorted, finally responding.

“Don’t get all smart ass on me.” I implied.

    The brown haired boy dropped what he was doing and walked over to where I was sitting. He squeezed his way through my legs, keeping his hands on my bare thighs. His breath trickled down my rosy cheek as his lips lowered to my ear. Chills ran down my spine when he started to speak.

    “Say all what you want, but you can’t deny that last night was the best night of your life.” He said into my ear, while his hands were teasingly rising.

   Something was telling me there was going to be more nights like yesterday’s in the future.

   “And what? You can deny that last night was the best night of your life?” I winked at him with a full smile until his silence made my heart dropped, and creased my lips into a thin line.

   His lips were tightly together, his facial structure held no emotion, and that’s what frightened me the most.

   Then, it hit me. One tiny thought nearly made me want to burst into tears, and create a whole angry tantrum.

Jasey Rae, no doubt in my mind, was what he was thinking long and hard about. The woman that had been the cause of some of our greatest problems, and which was the same woman who misused teenaged Alex, and aborted their baby; she was the same woman who looked specifically like me.

    Alex solemnly removed his hands away from me, and kept them to his side, and dragged himself away to retrieve the burning eggs.

   Sadness and anger boiled in me. Why me? Why must this happen to me?

     I was keeping back all of my emotions in me as best as I could. Being civilized about this was the only thing I could do, besides causing an argument, which would ruin and end everything, especially with how fragile we really were.

    “Alex?” My shaky voice was either inaudible, or he was just ignoring me.

    Everything emotionally hurt. I was crushed and suffering from the numbing silence between the two of us.

     Images of the day when I saw the picture of Jasey in Caleb’s house were circulating in my mind, and pushing me to ask Alex why.

   It couldn’t be a coincidence that we had the same large eyes, button noses, hair color, and facial structure.  But maybe it was a coincidence?

   Was Alex just dating me to try to relive what he had between him and Jasey?

   “Alex, say something.” I pleaded, while holding back a sob.

     He continued to brush me off like I was a speck of dust and served up his plate of eggs. His nonchalant attitude towards this was making me turn into a ticking time bomb. I was just about to pull the trigger, without thinking, until he spoke up.

   “Don’t be like that.” He firmly said.

   “Be like what?” I harshly said.

“You know what, always over-thinking and shit.” He spoke with his mouth full of eggs as he stood opposite of me.

    My forehead scrunched up and my lips puckered from his deceitful words. Without thinking, I hopped off of the counter, and marched to where he stood.

      My hands were coiled into fists, but that wasn’t what my actions were tended to be. This time, words were my actions. I was fed up with the piling up questions in my head that weren’t being answered. I was physically here but my mind was left in the dark, and it was time to be enlightened.

  “Well, tell me this, Alex,” I spat.

    He anxiously gulped from the intensifying tension that could break in a finger snap. He watched me sharply, and reeked of fear.

“Why does Jasey look like me? Huh?”

They were destined to exploded, like a time bomb set in motion, and they would have to start again. She had his heart in her hands, and the confidence was about to put an end to all promises. Things were never easy, and all she ever wanted was for him to mean it.

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a.n

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