A/N: Thank you Bumblebeefan, for being my first reviewer. It totally made my day! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own WOWP, oh crappy day :[
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Justin sighed as he watched his sister leave.
What is her problem? The one time I'm nice to her and she just- Gah! I'm trying to look out for her! I know she's not going to a movie with Harper… Whatever, it's not my problem anymore…
Justin slammed the last chair upside down on the sub station table's, threw off his apron in a huff, and climbed the stairs to home where he could do something comforting and relaxing, like homework.
With a brief hello to his parents, Justin didn't stop until he'd reached his bedroom, and shut the door behind him. He fell onto his bed in frustration. He couldn't explain it, but he just kept feeling worry in the pit of his stomach; worry for Alex.
What is wrong with me? She does this kind of stuff all the time. I've never worried about her this much…
Shaking his head free of thoughts concerning Alex, Justin flipped open his AP biology book and started on his homework, hoping it would be enough to distract him.
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Meanwhile at the party, Alex was having a blast. She had gotten rid of her disguise a block away from the house, and now felt more confident. The second she walked in the music was blaring and a cup full of some sort of alcohol was pushed into her hands. Although she rarely drank, (her parents would be able to tell, even the next morning) Justin's words of warning floated to her head.
"Just be home on time, okay? And please be careful…"
Alex hated being told what to do, even if it was her dorky older brother making sure she was alright. She downed the alcohol in one gulp, her throat catching on fire. But the people around her cheered and she grinned in return.
She waded through the throng of rebellious teenagers, searching for Dean. She turned quite a few heads in the process, and smiled inwardly. She loved to be the center of attention, even if it meant a few girls would be annoyed with her the next Monday at school. Alex found Dean in the kitchen, playing beer pong. His cups were almost all empty, which meant he was losing and probably very drunk. She came up behind him and his opponents on the other side of the table all whistled and fanned themselves in mock heat.
Dean turned around; a goofy grin plastered on his face, and caught sight of Alex. His jaw dropped and he looked her up and down, almost in an animal way. She planted a kiss on Dean's lips and said playfully, "Hey, loser. What's with these empty cups?"
He looked back at his cups and replied, "Oh like you could do better?" He held up a ping-pong ball and refilled the cups.
"You know it," Alex grinned in response, gladly accepting the challenge.
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It was close to 11:30, and Justin had run out of things to do to ignore his worry. Even though she was still a half hour away from curfew, Justin couldn't help but pace the living room floor and glancing at the door every few seconds.
Everyone else had gone to bed, but Justin couldn't seem to drift off. He willed his eyes shut and tried to think of relaxing things. Sunsets, hot cocoa, baths, math quizzes… Nothing worked. So there he was in his living room, biting his nails and pacing like a caged animal. He tried to sit down on the couch but after three minutes he couldn't stop his leg from bouncing and his heart from racing. He just felt like something bad was going to happen tonight.
Flipping on the TV, Justin felt more at ease. The constant background noise was comforting and even distracted his thoughts. Okay, he thought, I can do this until Alex gets home. Everything is going to be fine.
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Two hours and five beers later, Alex was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. She didn't care that she had a half hour to get home, her head was swimming, , the room was spinning, and Dean was leading her to the dance floor. She stumbled after him, giggling at herself.
She didn't recognize the music, but the beat was so strong and she felt herself naturally sway along with it. Dean came up behind her and grabbed her waist. He pulled her close to his body, which was radiating heat. She could feel his moist shirt against her back as he rocked with her. His head was bowed into the hollow space between her shoulder and neck and he gradually got rougher and dirtier with his dancing.
Whoa, this is a little much, Alex thought. When she tried to pull away, Dean secured her into his hands and began to kiss her neck quickly. She reciprocated since it had stopped him from grating against her. The alcohol and the kissing were all getting mixed up in her head, and she didn't even realize what was happening when Dean was pulling her from the crowd toward the stairs that led to the basement.
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Justin had finally drifted off to sleep ten minutes after he turned on the TV. He awoke though, when his cell phone was vibrating next to his ear. He sat up and rushed to Alex's room, peeking inside. Empty.
He went back downstairs and glanced at the clock: 12:14. Justin groaned. Passing a hand over his face he went back to the couch to check his phone. Maybe it's from Alex! He quickly fumbled getting the phone open to check the message. It was not from Alex, but his best friend Zeke:
Dude, Alex is at Stacy's party. Dean has been texting everyone saying he's gonna nail her tonight once she's wasted. You'd better tell your parents.
Justin closed his phone, hands shaking. His immediate thought was to run to the house and get his sister out of there. He was about to spring to the door when he thought, Wait, what if Alex wants to… She'd never forgive me if I went there and dragged her home.
He looked back at Zeke's text: "…once she's wasted." He snapped.
That jerk is going to take advantage of her... He growled in his head. Shoving his phone in his pocket and grabbing his car keys, Justin was out the door and headed to get his baby sister.
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Dean was tripping down the stairs as he pulled Alex along with him. Both teenagers were laughing their heads off like it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen.
"Where are we going? The upstairs is party, silly!" Alex slurred while she laughed.
Dean chuckled and replied mischievously, "I thought we would have our own party down here."
Alex looked around. They were at the bottom of the steps and through the door, which Dean closed behind them. It was dark and cluttered, like a basement should be. The walls were concrete, and the floor was some sort of cheap tile. She turned her eyes back to Dean who approached her like a predator. Big flashing signs of warning passed through Alex's brain, but the lingering remains of alcohol swept them away. She could barely hear the music anymore; it was so muffled by the deepness of the basement. Watching Dean creeping closer to her she unconsciously stepped backwards.
"What's wrong?" Dean hesitated and asked with a look of fabricated innocence in his eyes.
"I- uh… Actually I'd better be getting home, it's past my curfew…" Alex avoided Dean's eyes.
"Okay sure, just let me get my keys and we'll go." Dean replied a little too quickly.
"No, no it's alright, you're drunk and I'm just a few blocks away, I can walk." Alex smiled in return.
"Well, do I get a goodbye kiss?" Dean asked with a little pout.
Alex chuckled in relief and said, "If you must."
Dean pulled her close, his eyes once again filled with hunger. Alex meant the kiss to be a short and sweet, but after five seconds it was clear that's not what Dean had in mind. His hands her groping her back, and his lips were reaching every corner of her mouth. He shoved his tongue furiously into her mouth, suffocating her. It was when he subtly started to move his hand up Alex's thigh, into her skirt that she broke off. Drunk or not, she knew this wasn't right.
"Whoa okay, that's enough. I really have to go now." Alex mumbled as she headed for the door. Before she could put her hand on the knob, two arms shot out from either side of her, thudding into the door. She spun around and saw anger in Dean's eyes.
"What are y-" she started to ask, when Dean cut her off.
"Russo you bad girl, don't you want this?" He leaned in to kiss her again, but she turned away.
"What is wrong with you? Move!" she whispered frantically, unable to strengthen the volume of her voice. The flashing warning signs in her brain were flooding back to her. She shoved him as hard as she could, but he barely moved an inch.
Dean yelled back at her, "You can't come waltzing in looking like that and just walk away!"
Defiance surged through Alex. "Excuse me? I can walk away from whatever I want to."
Dean smiled. Not a warm smile but a creepy smile, one that bared his teeth.
"Look Russo, you just think you don't want to. You come in here dressed like a slut, you might as well start acting like one." His hand started to climb up Alex's leg again.
She slapped it off, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Screw. You."
Dean's smile vanished and he leaned into Alex's ear. His voice hissed, "Right back at ya, baby."
Then his arms flew to hers, pinning them against her body. He pulled her away from the door and slammed her against the opposite wall. She yelped in shock from the impact, but was otherwise frozen. Oh my god, what's happening, what is he doing?
Dean chuckled maliciously, "See? I knew you wanted it, you're just gonna lie back and take it, aren't you?"
His words brought movement to Alex's limbs. She began flailing like crazy and managed to slap Dean's face a couple of times, but that hardly slowed him down. When she tried to scream, Dean clapped his hand over her entire mouth, cutting off her air supply. He looked into her frightened eyes with anger and greed as he gripped her face violently making her teeth scrape against her cheeks.
Alex was starting to feel dizzy, but then she was suddenly released. She slid to the floor coughing and sucking up air. She scanned the room, wondering what had happened and her eyes widened at the spectacle before her.
Dean was on the floor, hands held up to his face. A man was hovered over him, one hand tangled in Dean's shirt, the other cocked back and ready to strike. The next few seconds happened in slow motion. The man's fist came down upon Dean's face, making a sickening crunch! as it made contact. Dean's face was instantly stained in the blood pouring out from his nose.
Alex sat up shaking and let out a noise that sounded almost like a whimper. Her savior stiffened and released Dean, immediately rushing towards her. He bent down low and Alex's beautiful brown eyes found soft green ones. Justin?
"Hey, I'm right here," he whispered. "Let's get you outta here, okay?"
Her brother leaned into her and raised her up by her armpits. Justin's hands were careful and gentle; they were safer. Now that she was on her feet and being supported by Justin, Alex was aware that Dean was still crumpled on the floor, groaning in pain.
They stepped around him and walked toward the door that led upstairs, arms around each others' waists. When they reached the door, Justin dislodged himself from Alex's grasp and leaned her against the doorway. "Hang on one sec…" he whispered.
Then he swiveled around and went back to Dean's figure on the ground. He crouched down to his level and was mumbling something she couldn't hear. Alex just looked forward and closed her eyes against the concrete wall, trying to focus on breathing and keeping calm.
Justin eased his hand on Alex's shoulder and said, "Okay, let's go home."
"Yes please," was all Alex could say in response.
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Another A/N: Ok so this chapter was kinda hard for me to write, please review and let me know how I did!
