Chapter 6

Wednesday, 29th October, 12:50pm

They decided that it would be best not to touch each other until after Halloween. Besides, Alex actually wanted to help her dad with the decorations this year. She hung them up in the sub shop, and poured crate after crate of candy into several huge bowls and sat them on the tables, ready for later.

Harper was staying with Zeke that Halloween.

She wasn't talking to her much, anyway.

Alex still sat next to Justin at the dining table. They didn't kick each other's feet underneath the table or smile or joke with each other. In fact, when they weren't kissing, fucking or touching, or groping each other on a daily basis, they were just sat there pretending to have a platonic relationship, a sibling-like friendship.

But it was more than that.

So much more.

And it pained Alex all throughout the day that she couldn't touch or kiss Justin the way she wanted to.

And it pained him just as much that he couldn't tell her he wanted her to be the father of his children without making her upset because they couldn't. They wouldn't have kids. They couldn't bring themselves to have them together.

Thursday, 30th October, 11:00pm

"You know dork, I actually miss you fucking the shit out of me." Said Alex later that evening as she sat across from him on the couch. He was reading over his sociology notes.

Justin smirked and looked up at her. "Really?"

She nodded and smiled. "Really."

Friday, 31st October, 5:30pm

Juliet came over later that day after the final touches on the decorations at Waverly Place had been made. Alex sat by the tables in the sub shop playing with her PS3. She heard the door open. Juliet walked over, her long, timeless golden blonde hair cascading down her back and shoulders in curls.

She smiled at her. Her fangs were showing slightly.

Juliet was nice.

"Hey, Alex. How are you?"

Alex peered up at her. She didn't want to speak to her at all. But chose to all the same. "I'm okay. Justin's in the kitchen."

Juliet's smile faded slightly, "Are you alright? You seem…distracted."

Alex cleared her throat. "Yeah, you could say that."

Juliet skipped over and went to find Justin. He came out in time with a honey-mustard chicken baguette, cut straight down the middle, topped with two olives and a cube of pineapple on the pick, for Alex. It was her favourite sandwich. He made it for her just to make her feel better. Even at the slightest.

He nearly dropped it to the floor when Juliet wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Alex sucked her cheeks in and felt as if she was about to throw-up. The bile was rising in her throat. She leapt from her chair and ran into the bathroom.

She slumped to the floor inside the cubicle.

She felt her insides tear into shreds. She just wanted to dig and hole, jump in it and fill it back up again. She didn't want to be here.

After the trick-o-treater's left, she changed out of her witch costume, chucking it aside, and changed into her sweatpants and T-shirt. It was the only thing that felt comfortable on her. She could breath.

Juliet was staying for dinner.

Alex groaned when she spotted her helping Teresa in the kitchen with the Caesar salad.

She sat down at the dining table and began to pick at her food. Justin was late for dinner. When he came downstairs everyone was already seated, so he took the seat beside Alex, but was sat between her and Juliet, who was on his left.

Alex helped herself to the pesto pasta and started to eat. Everyone else was making small-talk around her. She decided not to join in.

After her second helping of pasta, Alex reached under the table with her left hand and found Justin's (who ate with his left hand, he was left handed) hand and slid hers onto his. He tensed for a micro-second, before relaxing his shoulders and continued to chew on his food.

She flattened her hand against his.

He felt warm.

She checked his reaction. He was good at masking things across his face.

Especially that smile.

She lifted her hand and gently began to prod the inner palm of his hand with her fingers. Then, lightly and slowly, she began to trace circles around his palm, tickling him at the slightest.

It sent a shiver up Justin's spine. It felt good.

She looked up and checked his reaction.

He was smiling.

She smiled down at her food and slid her fingers into his and held him tightly. He held onto her. They held hands and ate throughout the rest of dinner, and even through desert.

After dinner, Justin took Juliet outside for a few minutes to speak with her.

Alex sat on the couch and watched TV. When she heard the first of the raised voices, she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw tight.

Teresa and Jerry were already upstairs and in bed. Max went to stay at his friend's house for a Halloween sleepover.

She could hear Juliet shouting at Justin, asking why he wanted to break up with her, why he did it now, why he didn't do it sooner, and who she was.

Alex's eyes widened and she gasped. She knew, she fucking knows, Alex thought.

She swallowed her pride and feared for the worst when the front door opened again. She saw Justin step through but Juliet wasn't with her.

"She's gone." He said, closing the door behind him. "I broke up with her."

Alex didn't know what to do or what to say.

She just looked at him.

"I told her," He swallowed, his eyes flitting up to meet his sister's, "That I didn't love her."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Do you?"

Justin watched her for a few seconds and shook his head. "No. I don't. I love someone else."

"Who?" She asked.

He looked up and frowned at her. "Really? You're going to ask me who I love?"

She shrugged, "I'm inquisitive."

Justin walked over and sat down beside her on the couch. Alex moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I love you – that's who I love. You, Alex Russo. I'm going to hell for loving you but I couldn't give a damn as long as you were there with me."

She cried that night.

Saturday, 1st November, 10:20pm

She grabbed her laptop and hit the Google Search Engine.

She typed in Incest because she had to – she just had to – she had no real choice. Avoiding it wasn't the question. It was doing it that was the problem.

Tuesday, 14th November, 5:15pm

Jerry and Teresa were out to the movies. Max went with them. Justin was revising. Alex was painting. They decided not to touch.

But that didn't last long.

"Fuck Justin, hurry the fuck up." She groaned against him.

"Do you have to swear all the time, Alex?" He asked, unbuckling his trouser belt. He dropped his pants and his boxers.

"Yes dork, I do. I have to because I just want you to hurry up and fuck the shit out of me until I can't fucking move anymore."

He frowned. "Swearing makes you seem unintelligent."

"Well then tell that to fucking Gordon Ramsey."

"Who?"

"He's a chef – in England – Mason told me once – ah, nevermind." She shook her head. Justin shrugged and pushed her underwear aside.

He thrusted inside her and hit home.

"Ah…" Alex gasped between her teeth, "That feels – amazing."

"Doesn't it?" Justin said, thrusting again.

"Do it fast. Rough – I want rough." She bit his earlobe.

Justin looked up at her. "Are you sure? I could hurt you?"

"I don't care. Just hurry up and jackhammer me or something."

His eyes widened. "What the fuck is jackhammer?"

Alex rolled her eyes and grabbed his ass, pushing him forward, and out again, going at a fast pace.

"This –" she panted, "Is jackhammering me. It means fucking the stuffing out of me until I can't breathe anymore. Now, are you just gonna stand there or fuck me, Justin Russo?"

He gulped.

He actually looked kind of scared.

It was a turn on for sure.

So he did fuck the shit out of her. He fucked her three ways until the sun came up the next morning.

They decided not to move much the next day.

Friday, 28th November, 8:14pm

She never imagined doing a Blowjob. She always thought they were nasty – but it was different. Sure, it tasted weird, but that was okay. As long as he wouldn't come in her mouth, she didn't want to try that out just as yet.

But what the heck, she was curious. After all, she was a healthy, sixteen year old girl.

And yet, when they were finished and she pulled her mouth off him, she kept her brown eyes staring up at Justin. She kept his cum on her tongue.

She then swallowed.

He looked too flustered for words.

She simply smiled up at him and licked her pouty, wet lips. Some of the cum escaped and trickled down the sides of her mouth. "That tasted good."

Wednesday, 17th December, 6:19pm

Alex began to feel sick.

She just hoped it was because she was swallowing Justin's semen during oral sex. Hopefully, it was just that.

But then she stopped eating her favourite foods. The honey-mustard chicken sandwich didn't taste so good.

Alex ran upstairs, lurched over the toilet seat and threw up. She threw up so much she could feel her insides beginning to feel raw.

She hadn't felt raw in ages.

She looked at the calendar inside her room and counted the days since her last period.

She gasped.

She missed one.

Thursday, 18th December, 7:54pm

She didn't tell Justin that she might be pregnant.

She took the test, followed the instructions and put it against her makeup table inside her bedroom. She waited two minutes and glared at herself in the mirror. She lifted her top and looked at her breasts – they did feel kind of sore, but not pregnant sore. She'd been throwing up for a few days, now. She stared at the paper box the pregnancy stick came in and stared at the patronising image of the expecting-mother and the husband holding the pregnancy test and smiling at it.

She picked up the test and glared at it.

Friday, 19th December, 9:00pm

She thanked God, whichever God was out there, that she wasn't pregnant.

She told Justin. He nearly had a heart attack. She wonders if he felt a little bit upset that he wouldn't be a father. Justin always wanted to have a son. But she wondered whether he wanted one with her.