CHAPTER TWO!

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My heart spiraled down to my Ed-Hardy sneakers. None of us knew what to say. I'd lived in New York all of my life, and didn't know anywhere else. Waverly Place was my home, and it wouldn't be better any other way. "We just can't pay for the Sandwich stop anymore. It's way to expensive." My father said, scratching his head of blonde hair. But-but we were WIZARDS!! Couldn't we come up with something?! There was a spell for body switching, stopping time, and…FLYING! And there wasn't one to help out with financial problems?! "Can't we use magic to get some money?! The possibilities are endless!-"

"Damnit, Max!! Magic cannot always save us, OKAY!?" Theresa snapped at my younger brother, immediately I was immediately taken aback. I had never heard her curse before. I looked over at Justin, who was as surprised as I.

"We're living with Aunt Livvy for a few weeks. There's this apartment near this great school that both Max and Alex can go to and-"

"Wait, what about me?" Justin asked, raising an eyebrow. I immediately looked at dad for his answer. What about him?

"Well, Justin. You're staying." Our mother said in her softest voice, keeping her eyes on the floor. "He's got to many things going on for him. This job would be really good for you, honey. We want you to get to experience it." She smiled at Justin, letting my father kiss her on the forehead.

She continued. "And you're going to NYU in the fall, so we just thought you could stay here, you know? We wouldn't want to have to move you back and fourth. We're so proud of you."

"You're very responsible, Justin. We trust you." My father patted Justin on his shoulder. Justin gave a crooked smile, glancing at me. I looked the other way, too hurt to make eye contact.

A million questions ran through my head. I sighed, burying my face in my hands. Why did Justin get to stay? What made him so special that he didn't have to leave all of his friends and go to New Jersy? We grew up together! Ugh. I don't understand! Usually I would jump up and scream. Heck, me and Max would throw a party! Something was different about Justin to me...but...he was the same.

I -I need to leave. I can't. I just cant.

I thought, the room suddenly getting warm. I wiped my eyes, completely ruining my mascara. My throat burned, like I had just downed so much orange juice that I'd choked, and my palms became irritably sweaty.

"I-I can't." I stood, glancing at my parents, then at Justin. "I..." I started, taking down my ponytail. I ran my hands through my hair, taking the shiny black strands out of my face. I rushed to the door, glancing back at my surprised, now broken family. "I can't do this!!" I shouted, my voice cracking as if I might cry. "How could you do this to us!" I called out sincerely to my parents, breathing heavily. "To me!" I began to shiver, a large, baseball-sized lump forming in my throat.

"Alex?!" My mother panicked, as she always did when I had an anxiety attack. I could only imagine how I looked on the outside. Red, puffy, and with mascara running down my cheek, like I'd been standing in the rain too long. My heart pounded faster than before, as my breaths became short. Justin came behind me, wrapping his arms around my tiny frame to calm me down. He was the last person I wanted to touch me. I attempted to fight him off.

Hitting.

Punching.

Kicking.

Screaming.

"Lemme GO!" I yelled, as Justin fiercely stroked my hair, pulling me into his chest.

"Shhhh." He whispered, kissing my forehead as any big brother would. "It's okay, Alex. It's okay." I quickly gained consciousness, finally able to push him off of me.

"It's not, Justin." I gritted through my teeth, hate swelling inside me. "I'm not okay." I pushed the door open, bolting out into the hallway, and eventually out of the building. I could hear Justin behind me, screaming for me over and over, but I refused to respond.

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