I have a question.. Was that last chapter too much? Yes, I know it was different from the rest of the story but it had to happen.. I would love to know what you all thought of it.
Anywho.. here's some more.. and as always I love my readers, they are my life, They are my passion, they are the air I breathe.. (OK this is getting wierd now...) Please review, I love all reviews. No matter what thye say.. I love all "hellos" and I respond to "I hate this." with, "I love you."
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Saturday December 18
The floor was cold and clammy. Alex jolted up right then immediately regretted that action. Her head pounded and she had no idea why. She looked around where she was sitting and noticed she was wedged between the shower and the toilet in her bathroom.
"That explains the cold floor." Alex muttered as she made the mistake of glancing in the toilet. She cringed then flushed it, trying to burn the image of vomit out of her mind. She clutched onto her throbbing head with one hand and held onto the edge of the counter around the sink with the other then stood up slowly.
She pulled herself along the counter and mustered up the courage to look in the mirror over it. Alex sighed. She didn't look that terrible. Apart from the streaks of makeup on her face and the dried vomit mess down the front of her tank top, she looked pretty much average. Alex leaned closer to the mirror and realized that the bags under her eyes were heavier than usual. She opened a drawer under the sink and took out an elastic and quickly threw her mess of honey brown hair into a bun.
Alex's stomach turned suddenly and she saw her face lose color immediately when she looked in the mirror. She barely had enough time to turn to the toilet before it happened again. She gagged over the toilet and felt like crying. She leaned against the counter and pulled the handle on the toilet with her foot. Alex closed her eyes as the vile vomit flushed down the drain.
The sad thing is, Alex thought to herself after awhile, I don't even remember throwing up the first time, or maybe it was times. Alex shook her head then clutched it in agony; it still hurt like a bitch. She pulled off her tank top and walked into her room to grab a new shirt. Alex readjusted herself in her bra then tripped over the skirt she was wearing last night, which was now just hanging out in the middle of the floor. She regained her balance then pulled out a pair of bright green soffe shorts and rolled the waist a couple times once they were on.
"Hey, you're alive!" Alex heard Britt's voice from behind her. She turned around slowly to see Britt standing in the doorway. Alex sweared that she locked herself in her room last night but there's probably a key to it somewhere in the house.
"I was dead?" Alex asked and Britt didn't answer right away. He just shrugged with a strange expression on his face that Alex couldn't really place.
"You were unconscious for awhile." Kato said as he appeared next to Britt. His eyes widened then his face flushed bright red immediately after.
"What?" Alex asked to both of them.
"Nothing." Britt said and Kato just looked down. Alex thought for a second then her head began to hurt and she looked down as she grabbed her head again. She realized she was still just wearing her bra. Her brother and his best friend were checking out her chest. Well, mainly her brother and that's just wrong.
"Perverts." Alex yelled and turned around grabbing the first shirt she saw, a Mac Miller t-shirt. She pulled it on immediately. "So, I was unconscious?" Alex asked, a little bit concerned with her own well being. Britt shook his head and Kato's face returned to its normal color. Alex felt bad, anytime she wore anything with a mile amount of cleavage Kato couldn't look directly at her.
"Yeah, you locked yourself in here last night then when you didn't come out this morning we had to break into the room. And you were unconscious on the floor of the bathroom." Britt said with a shrug. "I guess you turned out ok."
"Wait, you broke in? What does that even mean?" Alex asked as she pulled on a pair of socks.
"We," Kato started and flicked his head towards Britt, "couldn't find the key. And we were concerned for your safety."
"I really didn't think you were gonna get wasted last night." Britt confessed as Alex walked towards them.
"What was I supposed to do?" Alex asked then walked by into the hall. They both followed her.
"I dunno. Something less illegal?" Britt said.
"Whatever." Alex said as they walked down the stairs. "I'm not doing that again."
"Yes you are." Britt declared.
"What?" Alex practically screamed.
"He doesn't mean get drunk out of your mind again. He means make the front page again." Kato said and Britt nodded. They made it to Britt's office and Alex sunk down into one of the huge chairs. Kato handed her the newspaper and on the cover of the second section, the people section, was Alex Reid.
"Heiress Makes LA Party Scene Debut." Alex read out loud. "I'm an heiress?"
"Not exactly. I'm the heir to the Reid fortune. You're second I guess." Britt said with a shrug and sat behind his desk and looked at his laptop. Kato sat down into one of the other huge chairs nearby.
"Heiress." Alex mumbled to herself then read the article to herself. 'It took 5 months but Alex Reid, aged 17 and 2nd in line to the Reid fortune, hosted the party of the year. A mixture of celebrities and students who attend her high school we in attendance. When questioned about the amount of alcohol, and underage drinking, at the event she declined comment. As well as her brother Britt Reid, aged 28 and owner publisher of the Daily Sentinel, who's previous claim to fame was wild and crazy parties. The LAPD does not have sufficient evidence that underage drinking actually occurred, although it is highly implied for the party consisted of a large number of minors. Alex Reid certainly has our attention and we'll all be at the next one.'
"I don't even remember anyone asking me about underage drinking." Alex mumbled as she tried to think.
"They probably didn't ask you." Britt started. "Lemme see it." Alex tossed the paper onto his desk and he looked at the article, searching for the reporter's name. "The thing with reporters like Dotson here, they just jump to conclusions. You gotta be careful with everything you say."
"Or don't say anything." Kato said with a shrug causing Alex to smirk. Kato was always silent when he was at the Sentinel with Britt and that always worked for him.
"Wait, what if I do that?" Alex asked.
"Do what?" Britt asked and he leaned forward onto his desk.
"I just don't do anything now. If I don't draw attention to myself, they'll forget about me. Or at least make it harder to figure out where I am and what I'm doing." Alex explained and pulled her legs up on the chair to sit crossed-legged.
"That could work." Kato mumbled.
"Dad was always mad at me for being in the paper because of the partying, and he was almost never in the paper himself." Britt said after awhile.
"Well maybe we should have done that first, dick." Alex answered and pulled at her hair in the bun. "I hate this hungover feeling."
"At least you can say you've been drunk before." Britt offered.
"Britt, that's not something to be proud of. She's 17." Kato said in Alex's defense and Alex looked at him.
"Yeah, what he said. I'm 17. I don't think I should be out getting drunk and partying like Ke$ha, with a shitload of glitter." Alex said then shuddered at the thought of glitter again.
"OK, ok, it was a bad idea." Britt agreed. "We're gonna keep you of the papers for awhile. Until this whole thing settles down."
"How long is that gonna be?" Alex asked.
"Until we figure out who wants to kill you." Kato said.
"What about when I turn 18?" Alex asked and Britt sighed.
"I know I should know this, but what day is that?" Britt asked and he rubbed his temples.
"January 30th, or 45 days from now." Alex responded immediately causing even Kato to look surprised. She never made an effort in math of any kind but she knew that one right away.
"The day you turn 18 is the day when Lenore is letting us take you with us if you still want to go. But until then, you're out of the papers keeping your image clear. OK?" Britt said and Alex nodded.
"What about the Green Hornet?" Alex asked.
"He'll be out there every night, looking for the one who thinks they're in charge." Britt started then glanced at Kato, who nodded. "Whoever they are, they must be facing an identity crisis because the last time I checked the Green Hornet owned LA, and he still does."
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