A/N: I'd just like to say I'm proud of myself for updating so early! But you guys sent me so many reviews in the past three days, who wouldn't update this fast?
Chapter dedication: All the amazing reviewers. I'd like to say you guys inspired me!
Warning: This pushes the T rated story lines. Abuse ahead. If you think the rating should be changed after this chapter, say so in your review!
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He couldn't take it anymore. It was almost 12 hours into the give up of Alex in the morning, not that he was up. But, he knew the were meeting once it struck dusk. And he anxiously just watched the sun for about an hour, until it got darker and darker. Justin couldn't stay still for more than 30 seconds. Theresa and Jerry understood what he was going through because they were doing the exact same thing.
Without Alex here in the Russo home, it's been utter chaos. Not that it wasn't when she was there, but that was besides the point. He yearned for her touch, even if it was just a simple brush of the hand. Anything. He had realized something so surreal while she was gone. He needed her. Justin needed for her to get in trouble to bail her out. He needed her to, well, just be there. With him.
He finally walked out of his concealed room and into the main area, where the rest of his family sat. He sighed defeated and sat on the recliner-chair. No one said anything for a few moments. It wasn't companionable silence either, it was awkward. Leave it up to Alex to be the one to bring the family together somehow.
Max was surprisingly the first one to speak, "So, um. What do we do?"
Justin shrugged my shoulders and laid his head back. "I don't know, Max. All we did today was mope around. I think that's hardly fair to call something to do."
Theresa nodded her head casually, "Okay guys. It's 8...57. So, 9. What do you want to do. Want me to crack open the hot chocolate and make some for us. Jerry, we could play a game of monopoly like old times. Does that sound good kids?"
Max grinned before responded with a quick yes, with Justin following immediately. The two brothers headed towards the games closet in the hallway of bedrooms. They sifted through everything they had until they finally found Monopoly at the bottom. It took a while to get it out without all the other games falling out but they did it.
They set everything up. Theresa was the 'Top Hat', Jerry was the 'Battleship', Justin was the 'Car' and Max was the 'Scottie dog'. The game went on for a little while, a break in between to get the hot chocolate. It seemed to keep their minds off everything. But not Justin's. He just wanted to scream to the world why God was doing this to his family. In his mind, he kept repeating, "God must hate us. We've gone through too much. God must hate us."
As the family knew, the game took almost 3 hours to complete. It was nearing midnight and Max was practically dead on his heels. He wasn't used to staying up so late but every time he thought of Alex, his heart race went faster and he woke up instantly. He continued to do that until Justin had a random outburst.
"I can't take it anymore!" Justin screamed loudly. He bunched his hands up into fists, pounding them onto the table violently. "Why does this have to happen to us? Why can't we just use magic to leave here and move to…Kentucky. I bet it's safer then New York."
"Hunny, you have to calm down. I know this isn't the best situation for us right now, we've gone through a lot but you have to underst-"
Justin cut his mother off. "Understand? UNDERSTAND? Do you guys even know what I'm going through? My emotions? God damn it, I can't stand this anymore. I can't, I can't!"
Jerry, puzzled, went on with question. "What are you even talking about Justin? My emotions is exactly the same as Theresa, Max, yours. We understand your pain with it. You just have to think of something other than that. You can't deny that your…sister is gone at the moment, but she is doing what SHE wants. She isn't forced. Camille said there is big chance of survival, so let's take a trip down the positive way, shall we?"
"No, you don't get it one bit. It's forbidden, I'm sick. I can't believe I did that. Oh my god, it's finally dawned on me. I must go crawl in a hole or something. Excuse me," Justin rose from his cross-legged position and wiped his forehead of the building sweat from the heat of the conversation. Max, now fully aware, shook his head.
"Justin, wait. Why are talking like that?" Max questioned diligently, careful not to toy again with his feelings.
Justin turned around, hanging his head low. "I don't need to talk about it. I'm fine. Trust me on this one. I'm smart, you know me."
"Justin! Don't walk away from us. We are just as sad as you-"
Once again, Theresa was cut off with his rambling. "I'M NOT SAD. I'M FURIOUS, MISERABLE, POIGNANT. SHIT, I'M EVEN SUICIDAL AT THIS POINT. Don't you ever say that I'm 'just as sad as you are' Bullshit and you know it."
"JUSTIN!" Jerry gasped. "Don't speak to us that way!"
"I love her, okay?" Justin finally said after moments silence. Theresa shook her head, who falsely understood.
"We love her too, sweetie."
"No you don't get it. I'm IN love with her. Get it now? God." Justin, like an immature child, turned on his heels and ran for his room.
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"You do realize, Alex, you deserve this," Steven said, taking a swipe to her cheek, almost causing her to lose her balance. Alex winced in pain, feeling the blood slowly flow down from the scratches of his nails. Being Alex, she tried to kick his groin, but he caught it, too quick with reaction. He twisted it until she couldn't take the pain any longer, falling to the ground.
He grabbed her head of hair instantly and pulled it back so he could look her in the face. "Alexandra, who said I was done with you. Get up, little one."
Alex widened her eyes and stumbled to her feet quickly. She already hurt enough, she got the story, the idea. Why did he continue? Oh yeah, 'cause he's a cold blood sadistic killer. She stared at his eyes, dark green with a vengeance. If he was going to kill her, he was going to have to try his damn hardest. She was going with a fight. If it came down to that.
"I watched you. Stalked, if that's what you kids call it these days." He laughed sinisterly, kicked her lower arm solidly. She closed her eyes, doubting she was going through his. Wishing she could just wake up from the dream she was having. Opening her eyes again, she noted that it wasn't going to happen.
"Hmm, I wonder what people at school would think of this little fling you have with your so called brother," He shoved his fist into her stomach. She let out a cry and shrivelled into a ball on the ground. Her tears were hot on her face. So, he was watching her at all times he could. Damn, her room was on the 8th floor of a New York City apartment, how'd he get up there? She had no balcony for him to even climb up. The emergency stairs were on the OTHER side of the building.
Steven sniggered lightly before he crouched down to her level. "Are you scared now? Huh, Alex? Do you enjoy pain?"
Alex whimpered then answered, "No. I'm not scared, I'm tough. You can break my bones, leave me bruises but you can never pull away the love I have for my family and most importantly my brother. So you can go shove it if you really feel the need."
Steven raised his eyebrows in real surprise. He carefully thought over the words he was going to say next. "Well then. I guess I can do that to you, right? Break your bones, give your bruises. But I will never, ever dare pull away the love you have for your family and most importantly your brother."
Alex shrieked when he has said that. Why did he mock her like that? She just wanted to get a point across but he didn't even care. He punched her face, busting open her lips. Alex spit the blood that was forming and got up from her position. She stared him right in the face. Steven just glared right back at her. She was defenceless. She knew the cops couldn't just come, it would make matters worse.
Once again, Steven menacingly looked down to her level. He reached out for her, touching her right breast. Alex broadened her eyes and pushed his hand out of the way. "No, don't!"
"Oh right, I forgot. I'm only allowed to break your bones and give you bruises. Forgive me, Alexandra?"
"Do you really think I would do that? Forgive you? You are disgusting, like I said on the phone, "She spat to him. Steven only shook his head. She took a deep breath. "Do it. Kill me. I dare you."
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A/N: Ha! I love it when i do that. Give you a little cliffhanger. Do you guys? I'm joking. I'll get an update up as soon as I can.
Justin was fun to make him have a meltdown.
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